Eros Island

by Lucinda Betts, Dawn Thompson

  Growing bolder, Dani stroked with more pressure, feeling the wetness seep up. A moan scratched its way out of her throat. Biting down on her lower lip, she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Spreading her legs wider, she sheathed the pulsating vibrator inside her cunt, rocking her hips harder. Heavy faux balls buzzed against her ass.

  She pushed the faux penis deeper, driving the device all the way inside. She groaned and started to move her hips back and forth, thoroughly lost in the sensations of driving the slippery cock in and out. Tension coiled around her swollen clit. Control slipped through her fingers. Lust slipped into the driver’s seat and put the pedal to the metal. Close…Closer…Her body tensed. Orgasm swept her away.

  Hell, yeah!

  What started as a low moan turned into a scream. Her second climax came swiftly and fiercely, the thunder outside echoing the tremor shaking her senses into a thousand fractured pieces. Gasping from the heated depths of its throes, she felt an irrational need to cry and laugh at the same time. Perhaps she would have if a deep, masculine voice hadn’t shocked her senseless.

  “Looks like you’ve started without me.” Hands on his slender hips, Herakles stood looking down on her. Lightning flared through the windows, then darkened. His figure remained solidly placed. He was totally nude, and the well-muscled breadth of his shoulders seemed magnified in the firelight’s glow. The look on his face was pure delight.

  Dani squealed. The dildo went flying. It landed with a clunk on the floor, rolled a bit, then buzzily slipped into silence. A valiant death. Killed in the line of pleasure, serving its owner to the last little shudder.

  Scrambling to get her legs beneath her, she clutched a pillow against her breasts and peered guiltily up. Surprise fusing with mortification threatened to incinerate her. How long had he been standing there? Had he seen—

  Then she remembered her fantasy.

  Must have fallen asleep, she thought dizzily. Dreams never made sense, anyway.

  “I was thinking of you,” she stammered stupidly. “Of making love to you.”

  Herakles grinned. “I know. Looks like you were relieving your needs quite nicely.”

  Heat surfaced in Dani’s cheeks, but she refused to break her visual lock with him. A poorly suppressed shudder worked through her. She was conscious of the massive size of his body. Of the masculine sexuality emanating off his skin. And of the hard cock jutting proudly. Oh, he’d seen all right. Seen and wanted.

  Dani heaved a breath to calm her racing pulse. “Well you weren’t here, so I did it myself.”

  He dealt her an amused grin and cocked a brow toward the telltale dildo. “Did it do the job?”

  Her gaze tracked the expanse of his hard-packed chest, his narrow waist, stopping to linger on his erect shaft. His penis was thickly veined, powerful, arching up toward his lean abdomen. Her mouth watered for a taste.

  Take it.

  Dani smiled up at him. “What it can do, I have a feeling you can do better.”

  A sardonic smile twitched on his lips. “You’d be right.”

  Without thinking about it, Dani climbed to her feet. “Then show me.” She stepped up to him. The sheer presence of him overwhelmed. A thrill of sexual awareness raced down her spine.

  Herakles reached out, smoothing strands of hair away from her face, running his thumbs over her cheekbones. Her fire-warm skin felt under his fingertips. He was so close, so alluring, so beautiful. Strange sensations flowed through her body, as if slow sensual circles were being drawn around her clit.

  Shaken, her breath rattled tremulously. I’m totally enchanted with this man, she thought crazily.

  But it wasn’t possible. He was just a part of her wild imagination. Still, she couldn’t ignore the hard knot of desire coiling in her stomach.

  Dani hardly cared. What mattered to her was the here and now. She wished her heart would stop pounding before it cut off her breathing altogether. She was all too aware that she was overdressed, even in a negligee. She wanted Herakles to throw her to the floor and fuck her until she screamed out his name.

  “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you inside the stone,” she whispered, voice going hoarse. “Even then I felt the power inside.”

  “Your touch has freed me.” He leaned toward her and tipped back her head. “For that I owe you everything.” His lips covered hers, their kiss a whisper, a gentle meeting of mouths, of tongues. He tasted fresh and ripe, like a newly plucked peach.

  Closing her eyes, Dani metaphorically took another step into her fantasy world. Like a rope ladder in the wind, it quivered, but held firm. She cradled his face in her hands, feeling the texture of his stubbly jaw. “I don’t know how this can happen, but I don’t care.”

  “I do.” He nibbled her lower lip. “I wanted to be with you.” His hands moved to her breasts, rubbing gently, squeezing and fondling. He chuckled. “My own wish is my own command.”

  She drew in a breath, arching her body closer to his. His mouth came down over hers again, his hands sliding around to cup her ass as if to prevent her from escaping him.

  Escaping his hold was her last thought. She pressed her mouth back against his, her tongue eagerly entering into the duel. Her arms circled his neck, her fingers delving into his thick long hair to hold him closer.

  Everything became jumbled in her mind after that. Somehow, they dropped to the floor, and she was on her back on top of the warm comforter.

  On top of her, Herakles had total control, exploring her body with eager hands, trying to taste, lick, bite, and suck every inch of her skin at once. His weight was half on her, one of his thighs nestled between her spread legs, holding them apart. His free hand stroked down her firm belly, reaching for the creamy slit between her legs.

  Moaning softly, Dani tilted her hips to allow him free access. “Take me,” she breathed. “All of me.” Her brain was fogging, but she didn’t care. She only knew she wanted to make love to this beautiful spirit. Whether it made any sense or not, she didn’t care. She was only thinking of the here and now.

  Herakles smiled with an arousing intensity that set her heart afire. “With pleasure.”

  He pinned Dani’s hands on each side of her and lowered his head. She gasped when his mouth closed over her breast, dampening the thin material of her negligee over her bead-hard nipple. Breathless little sounds escaped her lips as he teased the tip.

  A quiver ran through her. Her mouth was swollen and red from his fierce kisses, her wits clouded with desire. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. She wanted him. The air surrounding them was charged with electricity. There was a compelling rightness about being in his arms, a rightness she hadn’t known with any other man.

  Dani wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her gaze settled on his amethyst eyes. “Don’t be gentle,” she whispered.

  When Herakles unwound her arms from about his neck, she feared he was going to leave. Instead, he helped her out of her negligee. “I take what I need from my women.” Herakles kissed her hard. Almost brutally, his hungry lips plundered hers.

  Dani pressed herself to him again, relishing the hardness of his body against her bare skin, and the cock straining to be sheathed. He kissed her long and hard, like a man who had been locked away alone too long. By the time he ended the second kiss, she was caught up in the rapture of fierce desire and luscious expectation.

  The caresses of his strong hands felt heavenly on her feverish skin. He explored her body with the experience of a god knowledgeable in prolonging a woman’s pleasure until it bordered on torture.

  His fingertips swiped at her nipple. Dani dragged in a sharp breath, blazing darts of pleasure causing her skin to prickle. Herakles teasingly traced the pink aureole before lowering his head and capturing the rigid tip between his lips. Hot moist breath tickled.

  Back arching, Dani panted through her mouth. She moaned, driven by the combination of tranquil warmth and passionate sexual desire pulsing though her core.

  Threading her fin
gers through her lover’s hair, Dani lifted his head, dragging his mouth to hers for a long, slow kiss. The kiss didn’t remain soft; their needs were too urgent to be contained. Hard muscular planes, taut muscles, and the feel of naked flesh on naked flesh emanated a heady, enticing scent, the musk of the two sexes in heat.

  Using just the tips of her nails, Dani grazed the rippling plane of Herakles’s back.

  He laughed softly. “Vixen,” he teased with a grin. “I’m going to make you climax until every bit of you is wrung out.” He sounded absolutely serious.

  Dani made a mock scoffing sound. “I’d like to see you try.”

  Herakles ran a hand along her abdomen, following the skim with his lips. “This is just the beginning.” His fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. The tiny scrap of lace disintegrated, torn off as though made of nothing more than wrapping paper. His big hand slipped between her legs, forcefully parting her thighs. He probed the softness surrounding Dani’s clit, dipping into her to wet the tip of a thick finger.

  Hovering like a balloon riding a Zephyrus summer’s breeze, all Dani could do was feel. The moist sensation of her own juices heated by her lover’s touch sent blazing-hot darts of fire straight into her core. The glide of his finger made contact with her clit. Desire rocketed her into a whole new stratosphere.

  With a knowing smile, Herakles suckled the sensitive tip of her nipple, the long, slow strokes of his tongue alternating with shorter teasing flicks. At the same time, he eased two fingers inside her sex. Inner muscles contracted, drawing him in.

  “Hungry?” he murmured in a sultry tone.

  Dani bunched a fist in his long hair, the other clutching at the comforter beneath her body. “Oh, yes. I’m starving.”

  “Not half so ravenous as a god locked in stone.”

  Herakles slipped lower, adding the hard pressure of his mouth to Dani’s pulsing clit. His fingers sawed in and out of her creamy depth as his talented tongue manipulated her most sensitive flesh.

  A small strangled cry escaped Dani’s lips. At the same time her hips jerked upward, the beginning of a grinding, rocking motion. Sweeter than it was hurried, more paced than it was furious. With every plunge she felt the rough hardness of his big knuckles. The friction was almost too much to take.

  Tremors engulfed her, small waves that gradually became frantic convulsions. The agony was so prolonged, so exquisite that Dani wanted to cry out for harder, faster, more pounding thrusts.

  Just as she was about to climax, Herakles slowed the pace.

  Overshooting climax like a cartoon character skidding off a cliff, Dani clenched her teeth. “Shit! I just missed coming.”

  Herakles laughed low in the back of his throat. “You didn’t miss it because it hasn’t happened yet.” He was enjoying taking his time. He thumbed Dani’s swollen clit. An intense rush of liquid heat submerged her without warning, a crashing wave totally inescapable.

  A hoarse mewl escaped her throat as searing sensations built inside her. She arched her back when an explosion of fire and ice coursed through her, his fingers bringing her to a shuddering climax.

  Skin glistening with perspiration, she made a vain attempt to control her breathing when he positioned his body over hers. Cock ready and willing, he entered her with all the strength and sureness of a domineering male. Center to center, male conquering female, he claimed her in the most primal way. Pinning her wrists to the floor above her head, he watched her every expression, her every reaction to his mastery.

  Coils of desire tightened Dani’s entire being. Feeling every last inch of him, she groaned, half in pleasure, half in surprise. She savored the feeling of his bare stomach pressed against hers. Poised above her, his long hair drifted around his shoulders and face like a silken veil. Fierce and masterful, he was a god in all the glory of control over the weaker mortal.

  She loved it. Goosebumps rippled across her skin. Her body vibrated under his with delicious anticipation, held captive by his powerful hands and massive weight. Dani was powerless in his grasp. Even if he were to deliver great pain, she would not have been able to stop him. He could do with her as he wished and she would welcome it.

  “Please,” she moaned, enjoying the sweetest of tortures. Her stomach was doing flips, trying to keep up with her body’s intense need for release. The sensations were so intense that they surged upward and she let out a loud moan. The thunder of her heartbeat was so strong that she almost felt as if she would pass out from the sheer pleasure.

  His fingers tightened around her wrists. He moved his hips, giving her a taste of bliss. “Tell me what you want.”

  Hot breath rasped her lips. “Fuck me,” she whispered, voice hoarse with demand. “Until I scream.”

  He lifted a wicked brow. “Oh, you’ll scream.”

  The god made good on his promise.

  Dani’s back arched when his strong body revved into fierce motion. His move lifted her hips off the floor, driving his cock in to the hilt. Caught in the grip of sheer lust, she whimpered.

  Buried to the balls, the rhythm of his savage thrusts pounded, flesh against flesh. His fucking was hard, brutal, merciless. Forgotten was her pleasure or comfort. His low growls soon matched hers. His cock plundered, claiming every inch.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, Dani locked her ankles at the small of his back and held on for the ride of her life. Climax rose in the pit of her stomach, coiling into a hard tight ball. Lust attacked from a thousand directions at once. Arousal spiraled into another orgasm. Without warning an indescribable and incandescent rapture shattered her senses.

  Somehow she freed her bruised wrists. Shocked and thrilled at the same time, she clung to him. Trembling from the sensual overload, her fingers convulsed, her nails digging deeply into his shoulders as her shuddering release stole away what little breath she had left.

  Twice more Herakles brought her to a pinnacle of release while he fiercely thrust into her, his engorged cock a searing rod driving itself deeper and deeper.

  Unable to hold back as her inner muscles contracted around his cock, Herakles threw back his head and relented to his own pleasure, thrusting and making sounds like a wild stallion. Hot semen jetted when release thundered through him. His shudders were violent, as if the experience delivered an excruciating amount of pain.

  Aftershocks still rippling through her body, Dani doubted that she’d ever breathe normally again. When Herakles finally collapsed atop her, panting, his flesh slick with sweat, she nudged him to roll onto his side.

  He did so without hesitation. Closing his eyes, he dozed, well sated.

  Sitting up, Dani winced at the ache between her thighs. Lucien was good in bed, but not this damn good. She hadn’t been so well fucked since…Well, she couldn’t exactly remember. At least a year. Maybe more.

  Pushing loose strands of hair off her sweaty forehead, she glanced over the man laying so contentedly bedside her. A smile curved up one corner of her mouth. Stretched out naked, his bronze skin bathed in the firelight, a soft glow of energy seemed to radiate around him like a magical veil. He was so beautiful it made her throat hurt.

  She swallowed, trying to rid herself of the frog that had suddenly jumped up into her throat, blocking her air. A piercing sense of need filled her again. Her fingers itched to explore every inch of his body all over.

  6

  D ani reached out, running her fingers lightly over the curve of one chiseled bicep. When freeing Herakles from the stone, she’d known exactly the proportions of his figure. As a sculptor her job wasn’t to create the god from marble, but to reveal what was already there, waiting to be uncovered.

  Feeling her touch, Herakles opened sleepy eyes and blinked. Languid in his glorious nudity, he stretched like a lazy tiger, all sinew and sleek muscle. “I’ve felt you touch me like that many times before.” He smiled and her heart squeezed.

  Dani smiled back. “I’ve always been able to feel the pulse beneath stone. To me, it’s something living.”


  He cocked an inquiring brow. “Then you’ve always loved stone?”

  She nodded. “Since I was a little girl. I have my father’s love of stone.”

  Herakles trailed his fingers over the back of her hand, her arm. “Tell me about this man who taught you so much.”

  Licking dry lips, she spoke hesitantly. “My mother died when I was very young. My father had no one to look after me, so he often took me to work with him. He was a mason, a bricklayer.” She lifted her hands, strong and supple from years of holding a hammer and chisel. “He had big hands, strong hands, the kind that could do a lot of work. He looked rough, like a giant, but a gentle one. In his spare time he carved. He could create beautiful things with his hands, take a piece of nothing and make it live and breathe.”

  He rolled closer, caressing her bare thigh. His gaze caught and held hers. “Something you learned to do.”

  Her nerve endings tingled. “Yes. At first dad just handed me the tools to get me out of his hair.” A little laugh escaped her. “But when he saw I might have talent he began to take things a little more seriously.”

  Thinking of her father, the sad ache of melancholy filled her. The poor man had worked his fingers to the bone, putting in a lot of overtime to finance her education as an artist. The art of sculpting wasn’t a cheap one. All that extra work laying bricks to pay for her studies in Italy and Greece had killed Dennis Ryan. He died working on a condominium construction project when a 300-pound parapet stone broke off from the building and crushed him.

  Herakles sensed her sadness. He sat up, and his fingers skimmed the corner of her mouth. A shower of sparks exploded in her bloodstream. Her body leapt to throbbing readiness in an instant. “Good thing he did teach you or I wouldn’t be here at all.”

  His words forced a breathless laugh. Of course he wouldn’t know he was part of her dream.

  Assuming she was dreaming.

  Sure didn’t feel like one, though.