Deadly Beloved
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“We are gathered here together to witness this union... of this male, and his counterpart.
A man untouched by tenderness, and a woman, untouched by time...
She shall not to be entered into lightly, but instead... reverently. This exotic union must be embraced by the powerful hearts that hold it.
If any find fault, it would be in the best interest of their self preservation to forever hold their peace."
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He joins me on our bed of thorns, our tender flesh protected by each other's hands. My beloved has the features of the devil, the eyes of an angel, and the heart of a lost soul crying out in the black velvet night.
This night, he enters me like a sultry sigh... and I am immediately lost in his ancient embrace. Feathered kisses on my shoulder, back and spine awaken all of my senses, silken, leisurely. Is time even passing in this moment; or has the intensity of our slow-motion movements caused it to actually stand still?
In my cavalier curiosity regarding the time, I look to the only available hourglass. I see her walk on those eight glistening legs over the headboard, and idly check for an untold span of time within her blood red design. Was she, with her many eyes, watching this most enigmatic union? Is she learning from it?
Arachnia, you are the only Maid of Honor on this marbled altar of the deities before you.
My desires are awakened as he overtakes me, guiding me heart-first into this lair, and he feeds upon the tenderness of my loving him. Or was it me that devoured him for hour upon hour?
Ahh, yes.... well, perhaps it was that too...
After nearly a decade of longing, a howling beginning in the depths of my soul reaches its crescendo as we feast upon each other.
He kisses my smile as I soothe the forlorn expression from his brow. My offering of love is the elixir that frees his angst after so many years of solemn days that were devoid of smiles and laughter.
In my mind, I see images of him laughing and carefree; calm of spirit and relaxed; and it gives those who see us together reason to celebrate our long awaited reunion.
He is as I am: complex, forbidden, fathomless, and passionate. And he aches, just as I do.
I have heard his screams in the silent night. He does so inside his mind, just as I have in my own, for centuries. We have sung the songs of the tortured, mingling the notes as our cacophony shook the heavens.
Our songs sound like rain hitting the forest floor... just as natural a blending of elements. We startle no one, since, even though they are screams, they are heard only within our own hearts.
The pain we jointly acknowledge is real. Oh yes, it is pain born of a lackluster existence in a dispassionate world. Lackluster, because we shine too brightly, and so we - my beloved dark angel and I - are usually only seen through heavily shielded eyes. Most people cannot look at us in full measure, as our sterling countenance is difficult enough to view without burning the retinas. And then there is the rapier of our wits. To be close to us is to be in danger. The danger is tangible. It is irresistible.
He and I share the blood of the ‘Ageless’, though ‘aged’ we are. Just as always holds true, the Blooded Ones like us are born, age, and we will die, if we are without the requirements of our life.
I considered his existence for nearly a decade, holding back my own anachronism as best I can.....
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About the Book
The Louisiana Bayou holds its many secrets, and provides a safe haven for those who would seek out her mist-enshrouded depths and dense woods…for their own reasons…
Deadly Beloved is the second book in the long-awaited smash series from acclaimed author Madame Elisandrya De Sade. The tale of Alyksandrya, a.k.a. Madame, is one of passion, love, hunger, and vengeance, as two of the Blooded Ones not only find each other, but exact a terrifying revenge on the scheming woman who kept them apart.
In the Bayou, Love is fierce, Magic is powerful, and Justice is swift….and final.
About the Author
Madame Elisandrya, or “Madame”, as she is most often referred to, has always been eccentric and mysterious, sensually charged and intriguingly charismatic. As an author, her words reflect an inner spirit that at once is darkly illustrious as well as ethereal. The irresistible draw of her words can often cause the reader to forget the line between acceptable… and taboo.
In her youth, Madame had often lamented her “differences”. Now, as an ostensibly ageless woman that has been blessed with more experiences than seems possible, she is sharing some of those experiences with her readers. Her semi-autobiographical accountings are seasoned with fiction, instead of the other way around, which adds to the delightful mystique of current works.
Many of her storyline characters are based on those she is emotionally closest to, with their full knowledge and input of course. This practice gives a deeper portrayal to the personalities presented within her stories.