Dark Beginnings-The Demons Within
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : J.E. Marshall
Word Count :71250
Publication Date :2010-09-15
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-777-3
A story of one man's journey into insanity and hell, while running from the lusts and passions of a lost love, and the forbidden one he can never have.
Love triangles are never simple, and this one has a catch you’ll have to read to believe … Meet Christien James and Julien Cabrera. Unspoken attraction is what brought them together. Distance and family is what keeps them apart. Now, for an unbridled lust and longing that may never be quenched Christien finds himself doing unspeakable things in the name of, Lucian Cabrera, Julien’s father. These acts will test the very boundaries of his sanity, and for Christien, the darkness of his twisted deeds threatens to turn him into a monster that no one can stop. It’s in this darkness that Christien indulges in the rapturous pleasures of heat and hot, torrid passion. His name is Jack Carmichael. With Jack, Christien discovers the true meaning of love and desire. For Jack, Christien will drop all the walls and barriers of his life and heart and reveal who he really is. There’s only one catch… Jack is dead.
I saw his hands bound to the headboard, naked, sweaty body pressed to dirty sheets. His erection pounded against my lips and then mine inside of him. Our bodies twisted and contorted together under unflattering yellow lights. It was not the lovemaking that sent a shiver of pleasure through my loins though. It was the image of beautiful brown eyes dilating from the poison rushing through his veins. His body jerked, convulsing in pain. His knuckles had become white as his hands clenched into fists.
Jack had fought the toxin in his body even while in excruciating pain. His penis had stood erect against the well-defined contours of his stomach, glistening with the remnants of wet kisses and sticky pleasure. His face twisted in agony. My breathing became heavy and I pressed my hand to my thigh as if to stop the throbbing against my leg. It was the dying that turned me on, the pain of it all. Jack had been on the edge of the abyss and I had pushed him in, watching him fall into darkness. I pushed my plate away from me and swallowed the bit of food in my mouth. I was done with dinner, swallowing had become difficult and the throbbing in my loins could no longer be ignored.
I should have felt something. This was the man I had loved, the man I had shared my life with for years. Why then was their no guilt? Through instant replay I watched him die over and over and only felt the rush of sexual adrenaline. The dead eyes came back to me again—soft, dilated, brown eyes. A single glistening tear trailed out of the corner of his eye onto the dirty pillowcase.
It was almost as if I could reach out and touch him. His flesh had remained hot even after his last breath had slipped across taught pink lips. Sweat had rolled down his chest and settled into the curvature of his belly button. I remembered staring at him for the longest time—like a painting hung in a museum. He had become a work of art to me. If anything, I treasured him more now then I had when he was alive.