The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

reach the bottom of the staircase and Orion watches as I get my first look at the room in front of us. The floor is no longer white tile, but has been replaced by cool milk chocolate coloured stone, that’s chilly on my feet. We are standing on a platform elevated by a few inches which lowers into a colossally deep swimming pool. A bridge towers above it, built from the same stone, transitioning seamlessly from the floor and rising in a gentle arc over the water, creating dry passage.
    “This pool is deep enough that there is an exit at the bottom, an exit which will take us back to the sea,” he acknowledges the moon which is dangling low in the sky out of a glass panel which has been inserted into the side of the rock. I wonder how I hadn’t noticed it before. I listen for a moment hearing the cool sound of rushing water. A sound I sometimes missed as it was something you didn’t really hear beneath the ocean’s surface.  
    Orion glides across the cold floor, still wrapped in his white robe, and leads me across the bridge to the source of the insistent splashing. Across the entirety of one wall is a waterfall, covering the bare rock face in a rush of white spray and transparent curtains of fluid.
    “A waterfall?” I look at him incredulously and he laughs again.
    “I already told you… If I’m going to be going to the trouble…”
    “Of building a house from scratch you’ll have what you want yada yada yada...” I dismiss him with a wave of my hand and he grins, wielding his magic house remote from the depths of his robe pocket.
    “What are you doing?” I ask him, wondering what he could possibly control in a room with walls made of bare rock.
    “You said you wanted to see the master suite,” he purrs, sliding an arm around my fluffy waist. I curl into him, his solidness as always a comfort to me. He bends to kiss me and presses a button on the remote and as I open my eyes I see the waterfall part, falling away from the centre of the wall in two sweeping curtains as double doors that are fashioned from the rock itself swing toward me.
    “Oh my Goddess.” I bring my hands up to my mouth.
    “I believe you wanted privacy.”
    “So you got us a waterfall?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he nods smugly.
    “You are mad.” I shake my head, ringlets tickling my ears as I step cautiously into the master bedroom. Orion steps in behind me and the doors swing shut, the sound of the waterfall eclipsed completely. The silence takes me away from the troubles of the impending war, the responsibilities of the Occulta Mirum, and to where I want to be. With Orion.

    Before me spreads pure decadence, the floor is a deep mahogany with white fur rugs placed, straight edged, parallel to the walls. The walls, now I mention it, show what the room once was or has been modified to look like, which is a cave. This however is not the most magnificent show of nature within the room. A panoramic glass window looks out of the cliff face in which I am encased, onto the sea and the giant white orb which is kissing its sparkling surface tenderly. In the centre of the room is the bed, glazed in a beam of dim light from the scattered candles and fairy lights that cling to the crevices in the wall’s natural formation. It is circular and stands on an elevated platform, a sensual stage that I can see can be closed off from the rest of the room by a white gossamer curtain that hangs limply from a curved iron rod. Above the bed is more glass, a skylight of wide proportions opening up to the velvet blanket of the night which is scattered with diamond like stars. The sheets on the bed are scarlets and plums, warm colours, the colours I flush when Orion is undressing me under his burning gaze.
    “Scarlet silk?” I question him and he looks at me oddly.
    “You don’t like the colour?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders.
    “I’m just surprised. I never figured you for liking scarlet. It’s so blatant.” I admit to him and he