Bloodlust 00 The Talisman

by Marilyn Lee

  He shook his head. “I'd better go.”

  He started to stand and she saw her chance to make love with him vanishing. She reached out to clutch his hand. “Wait. Please. Don't go.”

  “I have to.”

  She stared up at him, making no effort to hide the desire in her eyes. “Why?”

  “This is not a good idea.”

  “Why not? If we both want it.” She squeezed his hand. “It's not just me. You want it too. Don't you?”

  “Yes,” he said in a low voice, as if the word had been forced from him against his will. “I shouldn't, but I do.”

  “Then stay. Please.”

  After a moment, his fingers linked with hers. Locking his gaze with hers, he sank back down beside her. “This is crazy. I can't believe I'm doing this.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why not? We have to work together for one thing. You're one of my employees, for God's sakes. We need to maintain a professional relationship.”

  She squeezed his fingers. “We'll be very professional at work. But when we're alone...when we're just Chandler and Cassy, it can be different. Don't go. I want you to stay.”

  “I know and I want it too.” He took a deep, gulping breath. “If we're going to do this, we need to set some ground rules.”

  “Okay. Whatever you say.” She just wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

  “You're sure you want to start this?” He pulled away from her touch and stared at her. “I haven't put any undo pressure on you in anyway, have I?”

  “No! You haven't put any pressure on me at all. I want this. I want you!”

  “I want you too, but I'd hate to get slapped with some type of sexual harassment suit later.”

  Her cheeks burned. “You don't have to worry about that.”

  He touched her heated cheeks gently. “Actually, I do. If we start this and things go wrong, I could really live to regret this night.”

  “No! You won't! What do you want? You want a guarantee?” She rose to her knees and deliberately pressed her breasts against his chest. “If you like, I'll fill out an affidavit to that effect and have it notarized.”

  He stared at her for a moment before laughing. “Not necessary. I just want to make sure you understand the implications before we go any further.”

  “Of course I understand. I'm not a child or an idiot. I understand and I still want it...I want you. Now. Please.”

  His eyes seemed to darken and he extended a big hand to her. “Then come get me, cher.”

  “Cher?” She stared at him.

  He blinked at her. “I...don't know why I said that. It's not another woman's name. It's—“

  She shook her head. “I know.” She knew what the word meant. She had seen it in the letters her great grandmother's forbidden lover had sent her. She had never expected to hear it from the lips of a man about to make love to her. “It's all right. I like it. It sounds strange, and yet it feels right.”

  He nodded. “It does. Being here with you like this feels right...like coming home.”

  A combination of eagerness and anxiety filled her as she leaned forward and brushed her mouth against his.

  Chapter Five

  The moment their lips touched in a series of teasing little kisses, Cassy felt a delicious shock of pleasure and astonishment radiate all through her body. It was as if she'd never really been kissed before, as if she'd spent her entire adult life waiting for this magical moment with this particular, this special, man. It was as if that first sweet electrifying touch of his lips against hers made her whole and complete; filled an endless aching need in her. It felt like coming home after a long perilous trip.

  It seemed he needed more. She heard his indrawn breath. Then he cupped a hand behind her head before he brought his mouth forcefully down on hers. His arms were around her and he was kissing her. Really kissing her. Long, moist kisses that made her body burn with desire and need and washed away what little inhibitions she had left.

  She had visions of other, long ago kisses, in the shade of the bayou in a forgotten time. Other hands touching another body. Black and white coming together as one. Together again—at long last. Philippe. Philippe, mon cher.

  She kissed him back, loving the feel of his thick, silky hair under her raking fingers. She enjoyed experiencing the texture of his skin. His lips were so warm, so insistently sweet that she found herself licking and nibbling at them like they were chocolate ice cream. She couldn't get enough of him.

  Apparently, he felt the same way because before she had a chance to have second thoughts, he was undressing her. She'd known men who ripped off buttons and destroyed zippers in their haste to disrobe her.

  Chandler did it slowly, as if he wanted to savor the experience; as if he knew he could only undress her for the first time once and wanted to fully enjoy it. He kissed her deeply before he began to unbutton the tiny buttons on the white silk blouse she wore. He was just as patient when he unzipped the matching skirt.

  When she stood before him in red lace bra and thong panties, he stared at her; his gray gaze flickering with a multitude of tiny silver flames of desire. His hands shook when he slowly peeled her panties over her hips. He paused with the thongs poised at the top of her vagina. Then with a quick intake of breath, he kneeled and planted a soft kiss against each thigh. Her own breath caught in her throat when he brushed his mouth against her mound as he continued to push her panties down her thighs until she finally stepped out of them.

  He rose to his feet and unhooked her front fastening bra. Her breasts bounced into view.

  “God,” he said softly. He lowered his head and showered her breasts with small, biting kisses. “You're...breathtaking. Beautiful. You're beautiful.” He pulled her into his arms. He didn't kiss her. He just held her, appearing to delight in the feel of her naked body molded to his. “I've waited forever to be with you like this again, cher.”

  She was so excited, her breath came in deep, gulping gusts. She'd never felt this way. Never had the feel of a fully clothed, aroused man caused such havoc in her. Such need. Such delight. And yet she had felt this way before—and with this man.

  “You feel so good,” he told her. “So delicious. I've wanted to hold you like this almost since the moment I first saw you.”

  “Oh...I wanted it too,” she said in an awed voice. She wasn't sure how much of what she was feeling was her own desire or how much was a result of The Talisman's influence. She didn't much care. Whatever it was, it felt good. She wanted it to continue.

  She gasped when he began kissing and sucking on her breasts. He caressed her with those big, exciting hands of his. She trembled uncontrollably.

  “I want...I need to be inside you,” he told her.

  She must be dreaming. She couldn't believe that her fantasies were finally coming true. At long last, he was going to make love to her. The sweetness of it overwhelmed her with a pleasure that was almost painful.

  “Oh...please...please...“ she begged, cupping his face in her hands. “Please. I need you.”

  Standing on her toes, she kissed him and began unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers brushed hers aside. He pulled away and quickly shed his clothing.

  When he was nude, she ogled him, eagerly comparing the reality with her fantasies. His shoulders were indeed broad, but his chest was covered with a mass of fine dark hair. Her hungry gaze moved quickly over him. There wasn't an ounce of excess weight on his tall, muscular body. He was beautiful. He was also already fully aroused.

  She was especially pleased to see that in addition to being thick, his erect cock was much larger than she'd dared hoped. By several delicious inches. As in her imagination, the head was helmeted.

  She stared at it, licking her lips in anticipation. The thought of the pleasure it would bring her when it was propelled into her body by the force of his lean, powerful hips, made her stomach muscles churn. “Please.” Philippe. Mon cher.

  “Yes.” He moved quickly, taking her in
to his arms. She'd never been easily stirred sexually, but just the feel of his nude, aroused body pressed tight against hers, was enough to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.

  She clenched her hands on the taunt muscles of his buns. “Oh...Chandler. Chandler!”

  “Cassy...oh, God! You have no idea how good this feels.” He lifted her off her feet. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to the hair on his chest as he carried her to her bedroom.

  He stretched her out on the bed. As in her fantasies, he stood over her, staring down at her, his breathing deep and ragged.

  She touched the thigh nearest her; it was hard and corded. “Are you going to just stand there looking or are you going to eat?”

  “Oh, I am definitely going to eat!” He spread his big body out on top of hers. They both trembled at the longed for contact. Murmuring, he buried his face against her breasts. “Oh, Cassy. I've wanted to be with you like this for so long. I can't believe it's finally happening. You're finally going to be mine again, cher. I get to kiss you...make love to you...“

  She parted her legs and cupped his buns in her hands. “Now that you've got me where you want me, what do you plan to do with me?”

  He responded by rubbing his thick length against her damp mound. “Does this give you any ideas?”

  She shook with need.

  She felt him press something into her hands. “We'll need this, sweet.”

  He rolled off her and she scrambled to her knees and opened the small foil packet. She sat back on her heels, feeling a rushing dampness between her thighs as she slowly rolled the condom over his shaft. Covering his cock was an incredibly erotic experience.

  When she finished, he gripped her by the waist and lifted her body on top of his. He rolled them over until she came to rest on her back. He was above her, resting his weight on his arms and knees.

  Leaning down, he kissed her gently, allowing her to feel the pulsing weight and heat of his shaft against her thigh. It was too much for her. She'd waited too long. With a small cry of frustration, she grasped him in her hands and lifted her hips. The head of him throbbing at her entrance was so luscious, she found herself wishing she could taste him...lick him...suck him until he gushed in her mouth.

  He had other ideas. He lowered his hips onto hers.

  The breath caught in her throat. She nearly stopped breathing. God, almighty, it was happening. The big head of his shaft began to push slowly between the lips of her sex and into her wet, aching passage. She felt her body opening to accommodate him as he worked the full length of himself into her. The resultant sensations were utterly delectable. Philippe. Mon cher, welcome home.

  When he'd bottomed out inside her, she shuddered; already on the verge of a fall into the paradise that belong exclusively to sated lovers.

  “You like it?” He whispered the question against her breasts.

  “Yes...oh...yes...Phil—Chandler...oh, yes.”

  “Tell me how much you like it,” he encouraged, beginning a slow, steady rhythm deep inside her. “Tell me you like having me inside you as much as I love this. Oh, God, Cassy! I can't begin to describe how good being inside you feels. You feel so...good...so tight...so hot...I've never...it's never been this way with anyone else. God, this is good.”

  The words flowing from him made her stomach muscles tighten. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Oh, Chandler...please. No more talking. Just please give me more...please...harder, faster...deeper...I've waited so long for you to come back to me. Please.”

  In response to her pleads, he increased the speed and length of his cock inside her until she could barely breath with the waves of pleasure washing over her. Tossing her head from side to side, she cried out and clung helplessly to his fast pumping hips. With her eyes closed, she remembered another time...hot, dark nights laying on her stomach in the bayou with her lover, her Philippe above her, his cock sliding ever so gently in and out of her butt hole, his whispered words of love filling her ears as he came.

  The first wave of bliss thundered through her, making her toes curl and her back arch as her world shattered around her. He pushed her gently back to the bed and continued with the relentless assault on her senses, kissing and holding and thrusting into her until she again felt the sweet fire of ecstasy burning in her drenched channel. She was on the verge of peaking for a second time when his big body began to shudder. Moaning, he cupped her rump in his hands, lifted her body and pumped his cock deep in her in a mindless frenzy. The speed and force of his thrusts sent her over the edge just as he came in an explosive burst of satisfaction.

  He collapsed on top of her, buried to the hilt in her, his arms wrapped around her. Feeling languid and completely satisfied, she stroked a hand down his back.

  Still breathing hard, he slowly pulled out of her and discarded the condom. Then he cradled her in his arms and held her close to his damp body. “Merci, mon cher!”

  Mon cher. There it was again. And she had thought of him as Philippe. Philippe had been the name of her great grandmother's Cajun lover. It was The Talisman. Oh, God, it was taking over.

  She shivered and pressed close against him.

  He held her, whispering softly to her in a mixture of English and French. She responded with a blend of the two languages.

  After he drifted to sleep, she quietly climbed out of bed and went to her undies drawer. She took the box into the bathroom and closed the door. When she lifted the top off the box, she gasped. Instead of the male thrusting into the female from the rear as usual, they couple now faced each other. When she lifted the charm out of the box, the minuscule rod, still dripping, came out of an equally small vagina. The outline of the tiny cock might have been a carbon copy of Chandler's. Or was it Philippe's? Or did it even matter anymore?

  * * * * *

  It was still dark outside when Chandler woke. He was immediately aware of Cassy beside him. He turned his head. She lay on her stomach. The cover he had pulled over them before he fell asleep tangled in a knot at her feet.

  He studied her body through the moonlight shinning in the room through the open windows of her bedroom. Her face was turned away from him and her breasts were hidden from his gaze. But he admired the lines of her smooth dark body. From the curve of her back to the delightful twin mounds of her rounded behind. Her legs were shapely and slightly parted and delightfully big.

  He felt himself hardening as he looked at her. She was absolutely perfect in every way. Even more perfect than his Ebony Venus. Hell, she was an Ebony Venus. No, damn it! She was Cassy. This was not early twentieth century Louisiana. He was not his great grandfather and she was not his forbidden and lost love. It was perfectly acceptable for him to be Cassy's lover.

  He was her lover. What had happened was between he and Cassy. He sighed with remembered pleasure as he recalled how naturally his cock had fit into her sweet body. Slipping his aching dick inside her heated tunnel for the first time had given him an incredible thrill. He'd felt as if he was where he'd always wanted to be—where he needed to be. He didn't linger on the realization that sliding into her had felt more like coming home than making love to her for the first time. Granted he had called her mon cher, but it had been him, Chandler, making love to Cassy. Not his great grandfather making love to his Marie Savoy.

  He'd found her appetite for him equal to his for her. She had wanted him and hadn't been afraid of letting him know how much he was pleasing her. He'd finally found his wild woman. He should have been happy and carefree. And he would have been, if not for the fact that she was one of his employees and he wasn't so sure he and Cassy had been in bed alone. If nothing else, his experience with Serge and his family had taught him the folly of dismissing the supernatural.

  “That was really good, wasn't it?”

  At the sound of the voice, Chandler jackknifed into a sitting position. “What the hell?” But he knew who it was even before his eyes searched into the darkest corner of Cassy's bedroom and enco
untered the dark gaze.

  “Damn it, Serge!” he hissed angrily, gingerly slipped out of the bed, being careful not to disturb Cassy, and pulled the sheet over her. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

  Ignoring his indignation, Serge moved silently across the room. Too quickly for Chandler to intercept him, he pulled the light sheet covering Cassy aside and stared down at her naked body. “Damn! What a body! No wonder you've been fantasying about her. Her breasts are nice and that pussy. Now that looks like a sweet treat.”

  He rushed to the bed and tugged the sheet back up over Cassy's body. “What are you doing here?” he demanded softly. It had been years since Serge had come uninvited to watch him make love.

  Serge turned to face him, his eyes dark with lust and desire. “You'll finally hit the jackpot this time, Chan. She's gorgeous. I don't suppose I could spend an hour or so with her?”