Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(69)

“Ooooh, Dorian, your fingers are magical,” I murmur into the comforter.

Dorian chuckles a bit. “You have no idea,” he says slyly, no doubt a smile on his lips.

“You think I have secrets,” I say as Dorian lets his fingers rub the soreness from my neck and shoulders. It’s not a question.

“Oh, I know you do.”

“I could say the same about you.” Dorian knows more about me than I do about him. Who’s really the one with secrets here?

“I am an open book, Gabriella. If you want to know something, all you have to do is ask.” Dorian gently gathers my hair into one thick handful and lays it to one side to allow access to my entire bare back. Such a contrast to the tight grip he had on it just hours ago.

“Ok,” I respond reflectively. “Your relationship with Aurora… how far does it go? Don’t tell me there’s nothing to it because it is obvious that you two share history.”

Dorian sighs, I’m sure expecting the question sooner or later. “Our families have been involved in business together for many years. We’ve known each other for a long time. Though Aurora has tried, I was just never interested in a long term, serious relationship with her or anyone else for that matter. When I moved away, she tracked me down, thought she could help me rebuild. She’s the one who actually brought the Luxe opportunity to me.”

Ok, that makes sense. It doesn’t ease my anxiety about her advances and also tells me that Aurora won’t back off, but it makes sense. Aurora has staked her claim and I am an intruder in her grand scheme to be Dorian’s angel in his time of need.

“So you are both from the same place. And that is?” I have no idea where he is from. Good going, Gabs.

“Originally we’re from Greece.”

Ok, had I let Morgan do a background check on Dorian like she offered, I would have known that. Explains the exotic good looks, the hint of an accent, and his last name.

“Hmmm, that makes sense. So your family is wealthy? You’ve mentioned the family business. Politics, right?”

“That amongst other things. Nothing that is of great interest.” Dorian moves down to the base of my shoulder blades. A low groan leaves my lips.

“But you want to gain your family’s approval. That’s why you came here, right? What is it that you hope to achieve in this little town?” A salon is great but I’m pretty sure his family is not in the cosmetology market. And Colorado Springs is not exactly a mecca of industrialism.

Dorian takes a moment to ponder my question before answering. “I must acquire something that could prove very valuable to my people. It’s here. We would amass a great deal of power.”

“Sounds really important. And they trust you with such a crucial task; they must have a lot of faith in you. Especially to be so young.”

“I am only young to you. I’ve experienced enough for a dozen lifetimes.” The weary, ancient tone to Dorian’s voice has returned. It is so full of sadness and turmoil. I turn my head a fraction to gauge his reaction but he begins to knead the sides of my neck.

Something within me sympathizes with Dorian and his predicament. All he wants is his family’s approval and love. I want the same, but I want it from Dorian, though I would never, ever admit it. As much as I want to keep this as superficial as possible, the more I get to know about him, the more I want him. And not just his body. I want his heart as well. I’m no better than Aurora; I want to be his savior too. Dorian is far from helpless yet I sense sadness within him that I just want to ease. There’s a piece of him still hiding in the shadows, the part that never fully recovered from being disowned by his own family. Can I be what he needs? Will he be able to bare his soul to me though I could never bare mine entirely to him?

There is something that I can do for Dorian that Aurora can’t. I can soothe him the only way I know how to. I reach my hand back and find his hardening penis resting on the middle of my backside. I stroke it gently, awakening it immediately. I can hear Dorian’s breathing turn ragged and he kneads my shoulders a bit deeper. I guide his stiff rod towards my wetness and Dorian shifts to eagerly meet it. I spread my legs a bit, inviting him into my heat, and he thrusts forward, plunging deep within my warm comfort. We gasp simultaneously, appreciating the depth this new position brings. Dorian continues to massage my neck and shoulders, while thrusting into me slowly. I praise him with soft whimpers and sighs.

“So no more questions?” Dorian breathes raggedly, filling and stretching me to my limits.

“No, Dorian,” I murmur between gasps of air. He feels so good here. This is where he belongs. This is where I belong.