After Liz Triest endures months of agonizing separation from Isaac Ainsley, a four hundred year old cambion and the love of her life, the powers that bind bring them crashing back together. One delicious erotic encounter after another, Liz falls deeper in love with Isaac and her curiosity of why they are bound peaks. A fateful decision to visit a seer in London for answers forces her to examine her past, present, and future. Will what she uncovers bring them closer or pull them apart?
Night had fallen, and the once bright and sunny parlor was now dimly lit from iron sconces mounted on the walls. Liz found Isaac standing off to her side. His eyes glowed intensely, seeming to dart all around Liz’s face and all angles of her body.
“We never had dessert,” Isaac said.
“I’m not hungry…. for dessert, that is,” Liz said.
Isaac tilted his head and began closing the space between them. Liz stumbled back, gently falling against the wall. She could feel his breath on her face as she looked into his sparkling eyes.
“Tell me, Elizabeth. What are you hungry for?” He whispered in her ear and placed his hands to either side of her on the wall.
Liz’s body began to tingle, and her breathing became labored.
“Don’t be shy, Elizabeth. Tell me.” Isaac’s whisper became increasingly demanding.
Liz found herself faltering for words, his sweet smelling breath flooding her nostrils, intoxicating her. Her knees threatened to buckle.
“Let me help you. Is this what you hunger for?”Isaac gently traced the outline of Liz’s breasts with his fingers, his lips inches away from hers.
“Or this?”Isaac hiked Liz’s skirt above her waist, tearing her panties away. He brought his knee between hers, spreading her legs apart.
Liz made an effort to reach up and kiss his lips, but he playfully pulled his head away and smiled.
“Elizabeth, why do you make me wait?” he asked. “Tell me what it is?”
Liz grabbed his hand, driving it between her legs. She moved against his fingers, gratifying herself. Isaac seemed to study her face as she moaned in pleasure. He pulled her by the back of her hair to his face and kissed her hard. Isaac took a step backward, and tilted his chin upwards. All at once, Liz felt herself floating in the air, moving toward a chaise lounge in the corner of the room. She gently landed, her bare bottom pressing against the red velvet of the seat.