653 B.C. Carrara
Alex stirred sleepily and then shook his head in mild amusement; even in her sleep she needed to possess him! Kristiana was lying naked, except for the long crystal that was strung on a leather cord and permanently bound around her neck. Her soft body, with its delicious curves, straddled his, as her arms and legs wrapped around him in ownership. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Her curves, along with her sexual appetites, were intoxicating, taking him to pleasures he had only previously imagined.
To have lived his long existence without the secret knowledge of a woman…then to feel Kristiana alive in his arms, and to make love to her, was extraordinary! It was a welcome distraction from the previous 500 years of extreme loneliness and devastation that had been his life.
Cassandra was dead and gone and nothing could be done about it. Alex was immortal and would live forever…and his soul mate, his symbolon, was gone. Over the years, he had continued to believe that the gods would smile on him and bring Cassandra back…somehow.
Trying to convince Kristiana that he was not the man for her had been a challenge equivalent to convincing a hungry lioness that a bleeding lamb would cause her indigestion. Once her sights were set, she persevered regardless of the cost!
Their courtship, if it could be considered that, had begun recently. Kristiana had asked him to join the townspeople at her home to celebrate the sale of a sculpture. When he arrived, it was evident that he was the only guest—and her dress suggested that no one else was invited. Alex decided that he should leave but she begged him to stay and offered him a drink. That was all he remembered.
The next morning he awoke, stunned to find that they were both naked in her bed. Kristiana arose, almost covering herself with a blanket and spoke of Alex’s promises and seduction the night before.
He knew it to be a lie but watching her, despite his headache, he felt something other than grief. It certainly wasn’t love. There had been rumors around Carrara and Alex had suspected that her interest in growing and blending various herbs was not purely medicinal. However, it was the first time in 500 years that he had been distracted by other thoughts.
He felt a touch of exhilaration at the possibility that he could enjoy life. And frankly, he had been flattered by her efforts. Within minutes, Kristiana’s brother burst through the door—no doubt to witness the impropriety. Paolo stomped through the room, insisting that Alex had taken advantage of his poor sister and demanded that the pair marry. Alex had difficulty containing his snickers at her brother’s sanctimonious shock as Paolo was known for his legions of sexual exploits.
Despite Alex’s attempts to convince Kristiana that she should marry someone else, she had no doubt that he would eventually love her. And perhaps she was right. It wouldn’t be the same as his love for Cassandra—a connection and love that he could only have with his symbolon. But perhaps he could have something that, it appeared, he could never have with Cassandra—a life.
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Genre – Paranormal
Rating – PG
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