Page 55 of Infala: The Priest's Temptation
And now one was at his door, this incredible woman with whom he felt a connection the likes of which he hadn’t believed would ever be possible. And yet, somehow, against all odds, the supposedly inconceivable had become a very tangible reality. His Infala was calling him to her, and it was something he could no longer pretend to ignore.
A paradigm shift in his reality was standing at his threshold, looking at him with such raw need and want in her eyes, lingering patiently just outside, like a hungry vampire simply waiting for an invitation. An invitation that he felt powerless to deny.
“Come in,” he said, his heart pounding as she stepped into his lair, sealing both their fates.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Draikis’s quarters were surprisingly well furnished, Ella noted. While he was a priest, he had quite a sense of style, and his home was nowhere near as spartan as she’d assumed it would be.
I guess these are technically the first private chambers I’ve seen since I’ve been here, she reasoned.But I can’t help wonder if the others are as nice.She glanced around, taking in the cleanliness, live plants, and choice of artwork. It rang true to Draikis’s nature. Cultured. Tasteful. And perhaps a little bit out of the expected. He may have been a member of the Norvalian Sect, but he was definitely cut from a different cloth than the others.
The lights activated as soon as they stepped inside, automatically pre-set not to a bright level, but rather a cozy dim glow that warmed the entirety of the residence. Ella noted that when the door closed behind her all sounds seemed to be shut out. There was no ambient sound. This was a quiet space. Likely a design choice to allow the brothers ample solitude to be with their thoughts and focus on their studies and prayers.
It also meant privacy.
“I will get you the book. I’ll be right back,” the priest said, crossing the room to a dark wood bookshelf standing near his large bed, its shelves filled to capacity.
While most texts were electronically stored and displayed, it didn’t surprise Ella one bit that Draikis would have a collection like this. Something tangible. Something old and comforting. And an actual wooden bookcase on top of that? No high-tech storage unit for this man, but rather something that felt more in-touch with nature. And given his frequent surprising revelations about his past and skills, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d actually made the thing himself.
Draikis stepped up on the small box riser in front of the shelf, stretching tall to reach the volume in question, his tunic lifting as he did, revealing his lean torso, muscled and strong without an ounce of anything extraneous on him.
Ella felt herself grow heated at the sight of so much of his skin. Violet, lined with ornate runes and their connecting lines, and, she noted, what appeared to be a faint glow radiating downward from his chest. She crossed the room to him as if pulled by a power beyond her control. And given the hot thrum radiating between her legs, and the burning draw of the Infala on her chest, it very well may have been the truth of the matter.
“Got it,” he declared, stepping back down to the floor.
He turned to find her standing close, looking up at him, eyes wide with expectant want. Draikis’s pupils dilated, a whiff of masculine arousal wafting to her nose like the sun-kissed aroma of a perfect summer day. He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet.
“Uh, here,” he offered, holding out the book.
Ella reached for the tome, her fingers grazing his as she did. They froze, electric jolts shooting through them both at the contact. A touch that neither wanted to end. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, the strange pigment embedded in her skin pulling her like a powerful magnet to this impossibly alluringman. And the blazing look in his eyes made it clear his restraint was wavering, ready to collapse with the smallest push.
The shift in his trousers was clear even with her peripheral vision, his impressive length rousing to life like a wild beast hungering for a meal, anxious and ready. She glanced down briefly.
Look at the size of that thing, she marveled, licking her lips subconsciously, feeling her aroused wetness grow by the second.
“I… we…” Draikis stammered.
“Whatever you want,” she softly replied, cheeks flushed, her preference abundantly clear in her tone, further punctuated by the smoldering look on her face.
Draikis’s pulse hammered in his neck, a fine gleam of sweat now glistening on his brow as he fought with himself, knowing it was a losing battle.
Ella wanted to reach out and wrap her fingers around the massive bulge tenting his trousers yet somehow, she refrained, knowing she would push him right over the edge if she did. But this had to be his decision. He had to make the choice of his own free will.
He reached up, timidly caressing her cheek, a look of such love and want in his eyes that it threatened to melt her into a puddle at his feet.
“Ella,” he whispered, heat radiating off him like he was her own personal sun.
She basked in the warmth of his want, soaking it in, trembling at his touch, lips slightly parted, desperate for him in every possible way.
Draikis shuddered as the dam burst, pulling her close, his whole body vibrating in harmony with hers as he bent forward and pressed his lips to hers. That was all it took.
The explosive connection between them flooded their senses, both of their bodies alive and attuned as their tongues greedilydanced with one another, the two savoring each other’s taste with a ravenous intensity.
Draikis had held back somehow. He’d always been a gentleman, but now his inner primal was clawing to the surface, the guttural growl of pleasure and want rumbling from deep in his chest as his strong hands clutched Ella firmly, pulling her close like he never wanted to let go.
Her legs weakened at his masculine intensity, her clit throbbing with desire, a desire that only increased when his large hands cupped her ass and lifted her as easily as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around him, her engorged clit pressing against him firmly, making her gasp as lightning bolts of pleasure blasted through her body.
Ella felt his cock hard and at full mast, the bulge barely contained by his clothing as he lifted and lowered her, sliding her pussy against his rigid manhood, eliciting a rapidly escalating need in them both.
