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For Eternity

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Astrid Cooper

ISBN :978-1-55410-695-0

Page :165

Word Count :41250

Publication Date :2010-08-17

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : For Eternity (pdf) , For Eternity (prc) , For Eternity (epub) , For Eternity (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Paranormal Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-55410-695-0

Egyptian myth, reincarnation, forbidden love, betrayal and revenge: this novella has it all. This is Astrid Cooper at her best: unique story, settings and wonderfully erotic characters -- a potent brew that will leave you breathless.

Betrayed because of their forbidden love, Prince Kha’em and Lady Nedjemet died traitors’ deaths that denied them an afterlife. For eternity, they have sought one another, yearning to rekindle the desire that neither time nor distance has vanquished. In the present day, Sara and Michael invoke the magic of their passions, but their ancient enemies are also gathering around them – will history repeat itself, or can the lovers resurrect their future, by returning to the past to find a love that will last for eternity?

 Though his hazel eyes were not the dark amber of her memories, the steady, heated regard was that of her ancient lover, returned to her from across the abyss of time.


She had known him the moment she had seen him, as he worked on the museum display.

Theirs had been an instant recognition. Instant desire.

Silently, with their clothes hastily flung aside, they had admired one another. He had lifted her against him, their naked flesh straining, shivering. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and with his hand under her bottom, he had guided her over his cock, and while he strained upwards, she had pressed down. His erection slid smoothly into her sex, like a sword into its familiar scabbard. They had fucked amid the relics of the past.

In that first embrace, there was no tenderness. Madness had consumed them, a desperate need to love and be loved, a unification long denied, that for a time was unquenchable.

They moved as one, rolling into varied positions: against the wall, over the table, on the stairs, he below, she above … inexhaustible. Sucking, biting, licking, teasing.

Sweetness and gentleness had followed in the days after their reunion, but she still remembered that first time; her cries were not caused through pain, though his possession was sudden and intense and total. She had cried for more and more, arching herself into his strokes, opening her body again and again. She denied him nothing; he claimed her totally.

But that was then, this was now and Sara sighed.

Kha’em grinned. “Once the ritual is complete I will satisfy you, Neji, have no fear.”

She blushed and he laughed. Born of the intimacy of body and mind, they understood one another without the formality of words.

His smile was knowing. His burning gaze promised her everything. His voice, his touch, brought her to another arousal.

She leaned against him and slipped her hand inside his shirt. Her palm over his breast felt the steady drumbeat of his heart. Its tempo increased as she massaged his skin. Using her nail she scratched over the bronze nipple, bringing it to a tight peak. She trailed her nails over his stomach and a tremor shook him from head to toe.

He took her hand and raised it to his lips. The textured warmth of his mouth and tongue caressed her palm. He bit gently.

“I like your bites, Kha’em,” she whispered.

“You taste of hekenu,” he said.

She smiled. “And why should I not? In preparation, I have anointed this room with the holy oil.”

She followed his gaze around the room. The flickering candlelight cast shadows onto the lotus-shaped pillars, upon the carved frescoes and the statues of the gods, all plundered from an ancient tomb. The light brought new life to the gold and turquoise jewels, the holy implements Kha’em and she had wielded in the time of Userma’atre’meryamun’, known to history as Rameses III. Sacred myrrh, burning in copper censers, permeated every corner of the room.

As Michael breathed in deeply, his chest rose and pressed against her breasts. Her heart throbbed, the pulse fanning out over her body, scalding her with its delicious pain.

“You have done well, beloved,” he said in a throaty whisper. “You must be exhausted?”

“For what’s going to occur tonight, I’m not weary, but inspired.”

He smiled tightly. “I will inspire you, beloved, with my body and my love. I will fuck you senseless!”

She tossed her head. “Senseless, huh? That’ll take a lot of doing!”

“Oh yeah.” He grinned. “Long and slow, just how you like it!”

Sara returned his smile, then studied her handiwork, critically assessing the room and what it contained. She had worked for hours ritually applying the purifying oils of cedarwood, cinnamon and frankincense to every surface within the chamber. And upon the floor, drawn in green paint mixed with holy oil, was the scarab within the ankh: the symbol of Resurrection.


This, then, the place of their re-birth.

This, then, the place of their revenge.


“Forget this name! I am Kha’em, as you are Nedjemet.”

She smiled at that. “Do you truly think I am sweet?”

He laughed. “My mouth has always found you so.” His hazel eyes burned into her soul. “You are favored by the gods, else we would not be here to finish what we started so long ago in Kemet.”

“Egypt is so far away from Australia. Sometimes, the existence before seems but a dream.”

“A dream soon to become reality,” he said. ”Let us begin.”

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