Xavier took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. She followed him into the bedroom where he tossed the blue flower onto the king-sized bed.
He laughed quietly. “This will be more comfortable than a mat on a stone floor.”
An almost unbearable heat surged through her body, devouring any reservations she had. They stared at each other while she pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra.
Xavier helped her slide out of her jeans. “Gods, you were beautiful then and even more so now.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs.
What he said was strange but it made sense to her. Her mind was fogged but her heart understood he loved her.
In the darker room, his skin didn’t look as pale. Olive wrapped her arms around his head and pressed his face to her naked chest.
Xavier rewarded her with a kiss on her sensitive flesh. The slight stubble on his chin scraped her skin, and he cupped her breast then teased her nipple with his tongue.
A moan escaped her and her knees weakened when he sucked the hardened tip. He squeezed her hip and pulled her closer until she climbed onto his lap.
The last time someone had touched her like that seemed forever ago and her body was hungry for it. His erection pressed hot and hard against her panties. Some time ago he’d lost the towel.
Incense burned and soft firelight basked them in shadows. He moved from one breast to the other and she ground on him.
With one smooth motion, he rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs.
“I’ve waited so long.” He stroked her hair. “For centuries we’ve been passing each other, near misses.” His jaw was a hard square but his eyes were soft. “Then I found your heart again, and I needed you to find mine.”
Olive wrapped her legs around his waist. He dipped his head to kiss her hard and something shattered inside her letting loose a flood of emotion. She gasped. Tears burned her eyes but she wasn’t sad.
“Even in death, our hearts can’t lie,” he whispered against her ear and closed his hand over hers. They locked fingers and her vision faded. She felt drowsy, high. Kohl-lined eyes stared down at her—Xavier’s eyes, but the face was different yet still familiar. The stone-walled chamber was lit by torches and the scent of lilies hung in the air. “Tonight you are mine.” He smiled and slipped his hand up the outside of her thigh before squeezing her hip.
Olive’s laugh segued into a moan when his chest grazed her nipple and the sensitive tip hardened in response.
“And you are mine.” Her own voice sounded strange to her ears. The firelight glinted off the jeweled rings on her fingers where she gripped his muscled biceps. Bracelets jingled as they slid down her wrists.
Their mouths crashed together, and his tongue tasted of the sweet wine they’d shared. The woven mat upon which they lay provided little cushion beneath her but she hadn’t a care. Her focus was entirely on having him inside her. His erection pressed insistently at her inner thigh. Only an inch to the left and he’d satisfy that need.
As if reading her mind, he slid his hand between their bodies. He trailed his fingers over her mound, teasing her.
“Please, Amenken...”
He laughed softly. “Do you want me, Tia?”
“Yes. Gods, yes.” It had been ages since she’d heard that name roll from his lips.
He circled his finger over her clit then slipped it lower to slide inside her. A groan escaped him. “You are so wet, hot.”
She gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her temple. The mat rustled beneath them when he shifted his weight slightly. Poised at her entrance, he kissed her again and pushed inside her. He was hot and hard and went oh so deep.
Olive moaned and lifted her hips in response. They easily found a rhythm of pushing and pulling, moaning and sighing, kissing and laughing. Their bodies molded to each other with a fluid synergy that only came from a deeper connection than just sex.
She closed her eyes as he moved faster, harder, deeper. The flat surface beneath her gave way to a softer feeling. Her hands felt lighter. She peeked to find the jewelry gone. They were back in the hotel. Xavier and Olive.
Xavier bit her earlobe softly. “You feel incredible.”
“Mmm. You too.” Her body tightened around him. “I’m coming. Oh God. I’m coming.”
He slowed his strokes, angling in and up, stabbing at that sensitive spot inside her. “Come for me.”
Fireworks lit up behind her eyes and she panted. Her pussy gripped him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Once her body began to relax, he picked up the pace again and slammed into her until he found his own release.
After, they lay quietly, still tangled together. “I didn’t ask you to steal the heart scarab, you know. It already belonged to me. My judgment had come and gone and I’ve been reincarnated many times.”