Chapter 87: Chapter 87
Several days passed, and the same ritual lulled each of our days. It became increasingly difficult to contain my power of attraction, seriously damaged by such closeness. I had never been insensitive to Eric’s charms, so it was also difficult for me not to harbor certain erotic thoughts in such circumstances. I decided to confide in him at the end of the morning, at least about the only avowable thoughts that I nourished at that moment.
“It’s getting complicated,” I blurted.
“What are you talking about?” Eric asked, grabbing an apple.
“You and me, in this situation.”
A silence. I nervously rubbed my hands, Eric watched me with his fiery eyes as he bit into a piece of apple. The symbol didn’t escape me, and I understood that I wasn’t the only one to experience certain difficulties.
“I guess they’re hoping to see me cheat on Carmichael,” I said.
“You think this whole thing is meant to get you to turn away from him?”
“Absolutely. In order to turn everyone against me, if I give in.”
“Give in to what?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. “If I’m an adulterous queen, then I lose support. What other reasons could they have?”
“Gather information.”
“It’s a possibility, but they must have realised that I wasn’t going to be tricked so easily.”
He stretched and sank back into his chair. His enigmatic gaze hadn’t left me, and his penetrating eyes seemed to read me. Confused, I couldn’t sustain our exchange, and stood up. He imitated me and stood by my side, facing the horizon.
There were long silent minutes before he returned to the suite. I followed and stopped a few steps behind him.
“I don’t care if you’re married,” he said.
Under the shock of such frankness, I remained silent. What could I say in the face of such a statement? Then he turned, and his brown-green eyes locked onto mine. What I read there, I felt it deep inside me too. He took two steps, and was inches from my face.
“You can’t say that,” I whispered.
“I said it.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you because Carmichael didn’t tell me about Olivia. I don’t blame him that much!”
“I didn’t say that either.”
Again we were interrupted by the two maids who were serving lunch. I sighed and was surprised to see one of them flash Eric a smile. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one having some difficulty dealing with this man’s closeness. Seeing his Adonis body every day, touching it and sharing our intimacy, had to be as destabilising for them as it was for me. It was therefore not surprising that the two young and pretty servants began to show signs of weakness. He smiled back at her kindly, and sat down at the table. I imitated him.
“I’m serious,” he said, pouring himself a glass of wine. “I have… how to say… made a decision and if I’m here, it’s for this reason.”
A silence. I cut my meat with difficulty as my confusion was accentuated. Where was he coming from? It was time for revelations and I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to have such a conversation with him.
“I thought you were here out of guilt,” I said awkwardly.
“That’s the case,” he retorted with a smile. “After having killed you, it seems to me that the least I could do was to come find you and help you in any way I could.”
“At the risk of your life.”
“Tell me, what’s so special about my life if you’re not part of it?”
A new silence. His last sentence had set my mind on fire, not to mention the consequences on my body. I would have liked to kiss him full on the lips, here, right away, as his remark had touched me, but my embarrassment was palpable. The tension between us was beginning to shake all my certainties, and his last statement made me smile which I couldn’t hide. He noticed it.
When he had finished his meal, we still hadn’t exchanged a word. His last sentence hung in the air; and then came bath time. The ritual began, but Eric didn’t seem to notice the two young women anymore. We avoided each other again with our gaze, while they slipped a bathrobe over our shoulders. One behind the other, we went through the bathroom doors. I was the first naked, and quickly returned to the water.
“You’ll have eternity with Carmichael,” Eric said as the redhead took off his bathrobe.
Eyes riveted on the water, I dared not raise them. What did he mean exactly? My question must have read on my face, which I raised when he sat down at the other end of the huge bathtub.
“Can’t you imagine living with me for a few years before that?”
Did I hear correctly?! My heart skipped a beat, my cheeks flushed, a gentle tingling in my stomach brought a smile to my lips.
“A few years?” I said, my voice was betrayed with emotion.
“Why not a life?”
Was he serious? Did he even know what his request implied?”
“Would you mind getting old while, at your side, I’ll always keep this same body?”
“And why would I?” he smiled. “The idea that you keep this body until the end of my days isn’t a problem.”
“But you’ll die before me. It bothers me.”
“If we had a normal life, there would be no guarantee that I would stay alive longer than you.”
“But we don’t have a normal life.”
“If you are aware of this, then why not consider a different way to live yours?”
This time, my cheeks were cooked, and I didn’t know what to say. The maids came towards me and motioned for me to get up.
Until then, Eric and I had more or less a tacit agreement, and avoided touching each other, or looking at each other under these conditions. Whether it was when we got up, when we went to bed, or during our bath, we always looked away. Admittedly, I had sometimes cast a furtive glance at him, but that hadn’t allowed me to admire him in detail. So when the two maids asked me to get up, I did as usual, but this time I felt his eyes on me. This time he didn’t look away. This time it was different. I was there, naked, in front of him, while the maids slowly passed their gloves over all the parts of my body. Eric ran his eyes over their every move. I saw him miss a breath as the blond slowly moved up my upper thigh, down to my crotch. The contact of the young woman’s gloved hand on my intimacy accelerated my breath a little more. My feverish eyes fused with Eric’s. My chest heaved at an alarming rate as my excitement soared. The other young woman passed over my breasts, which were pointing in unison. I could have sworn that she took her job very seriously, as this moment seemed to me infinite. Then she washed my hair and rinsed it with a carafe filled with water. Eric still hadn’t looked away when he got up too.
Modesty made me lower my eyes at first, but, curiosity being stronger, I looked up shortly after. Troubled, I admired him, while the two women were busy. Eric was naked and at the mercy of my eyes. He stared at me with his intense gaze. His chest heaved with each breath. The tension between us was almost at its height, while the hands of the young servants descended on his manhood, his proportions leaving no longer the slightest doubt about his state of arousal. I was now convinced that the sight of his body, in the care of these two nymphs, would remain imprinted in my retinas for eternity.
When it was time for us to go to bed, I was the first to lie down. In the silence of the night, I had a terrible time containing my magnetic power. For the days that I had shared my room with Eric, control over this ability showed obvious signs of weakness that I had never experienced before, except perhaps during my caste awakening. I felt my lower abdomen calling for the body of my companion, if you could call him that, and this feeling raced when he got into bed. I pulled the sheet higher over my shoulders. Back to him, I tried to take control of the slightest of my breaths, but it was a waste of time. Sick with desire, I turned to face him. He was only inches away from me, and my heart skipped a beat when our hands accidentally touched. It was the first physical contact since the beginning of our promiscuity. I laid my head on the pillow. Eric smiled, guessing that all the barriers that prevented me from throwing myself on him were falling one behind the other. If I had given free rein to my power of attraction, I knew that the night would satisfy all my frustrations, but I tried in vain to resist, and at what cost?! Just looking at him, an intense heat wrapped around my insides, and my back radiated. Below, the sensations were at their peak. God, what I wanted from him! His smell intoxicated me, his look filled me, his breath unsettled me. My feverish eyes went to anchor on his, while my hand slipped under the covers. Eric parted his lips realising what I was about to do, and sent me one of his devastating smiles, without taking his eyes off mine. I should have felt guilty for my conduct, I should have resisted. But I no longer wanted to. I wasn’t strong enough. I began to caress myself, gently at first, without taking my eyes off him. I welcomed the furnace that invaded my senses with delight and caused the first spasm. I was breathing hard. And as I let my sprawling pheromones release, his heart pounding, he struggled, but refused to end his lustful staring. I let out a moan as I picked up the pace with my hand. I varied the pace of my caresses, reluctant that this little game would end quickly. Then came the moment of the explosion, when it had become impossible for me to hold myself back. I let out a cry of ecstasy. Taking frantic tremors, I was still staring at him during the last gasp of this unrestrained orgasm. My mouth opened, I struggled to catch my breath. At the end, I smiled blissfully at him and resumed my place on the pillow, facing him. His eyes, more intoxicated than ever, pierced my last defences. His jaw closed, he was still fighting an irrepressible urge to make love to me. It was difficult for him to fall asleep after that, while, on my side, a smile was still printed on my lips when I finally curled up and closed my eyes.