Page 67 of Dark Shaman: Love Found
"Tamira." He kissed her.
In no time, they were both on the brink of an orgasm again, and as his manhood swelled inside her and he twisted his hips in that corkscrew motion that hit that spot inside of her, a climax blasted through her like lightning.
Tamira threw her head back and opened her mouth, but her shout was soundless.
She didn't trust the promise that the surveillance equipment didn't record sound. Besides, someone might hear them in the house above.
Elias kept going for a few moments longer and then stilled and released once more. He collapsed on top of her, and shecradled him to her, dreading the moment she would have to let go.
"You're mine, Elias," she whispered in his ear.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "And you are mine, Tamira."
"Yes, I am. Wholly and completely."
22
ELUHEED
Afterward, they lay entwined, the silk sheets tangled around them. Tamira traced patterns on his chest, her fingers following the contours of muscle and bone.
"Sometimes I forget you're supposed to be human," she murmured. "You're too perfect, too strong, too everything."
His heart clenched. The urge to tell her the truth was overwhelming. She deserved to know what he really was, why he could match her immortal stamina, why wounds healed too quickly on his skin. But the words stuck in his throat. Not yet. Not when everything was so precarious.
"I'm far from perfect," he said instead.
"Perfect for me, then." She pressed a kiss to his chest, over his heart, then over the mark he'd been carrying on his body for centuries. "Even if you are just human, even if we only have fifty years, I would choose this. Choose you."
"Tamira—"
"Shh." She silenced him with a kiss. "No heavy conversations. Not tonight. Tonight, we're just Elias and Tamira, and our future is bright, at least in our imaginations."
He pulled her closer, marveling at how perfectly she fit against him. "Just us," he agreed.
"Tell me your best dreams," she said, her head resting on his shoulder. "If you could have whatever you want, what would that look like?"
It was a dangerous question. His dreams were impossible: recovering the treasures from Mount Ararat, completing his mission, and returning home. But none of that could happen while he was stuck on this island, and even if he could escape, he couldn't take Tamira with him.
"I dream of freedom," he said carefully. "Us living together without having to hide."
"A little house somewhere," she elaborated, building on his words. "With a garden where you could grow your herbs. Shelves full of books for me. No one watching our every move."
"Sounds perfect."
"I like this fantasy," she said with a sigh. "It's beautiful."
A sound from above reminded them that time was passing. They'd been in the basement for over two hours. Soon, too soon, they'd have to get dressed and return upstairs, Tamira to her room on the second floor and Eluheed to the hotel.
"We should check the time," Tamira said reluctantly.
"Five more minutes," he bargained, tightening his arms around her. "Just five more minutes of pretending this is our bed, our home, our life."
She relaxed against him. "Five minutes."
But they both knew it would never be enough. No amount of time would be enough when they were living on borrowed moments, stealing happiness in two- or three-hour increments, but it was more than they'd had for the past two weeks, and they should be grateful.
"Tomorrow is Tula and Tony's turn," she said. "But the day after, it's our turn again. I don't want them to use our bed."
