Eternal 2: Eternal Obssession

by Ann Lory

  He made his way down the steps. The long, black coat he wore conformed to his body perfectly. Her eyes widened as she recognized the cut was from his era but designed simply, without frills; just plain black with more than a dozen dark silk buttons lining the edge of material. The cloth brushed just above his knees and a high collar caressed his neck. He appeared to be shirtless beneath the coat, and only four buttons at his stomach held the material closed, slightly exposing his perfect chest and the gold chain around his neck with each step he took.

  The rest of his attire consisted of black leather pants that hugged his long legs, showcasing the taut muscles beneath, and polished black boots. He walked with confidence, and there was such an obvious air of power about him that people moved out of his path. Kelly couldn’t help but think how he looked just like a bad boy or rock star; she was convinced he must be the most gorgeous man there.

  It seemed to take him forever to reach the dance floor, but it was only moments... and not once did his eyes leave hers. Kelly had to remind herself to breathe as she leaned forward on the stool she was seated on. Words filled the air, and she realized he had picked this song especially for her. Angel by Aerosmith. One of her favorite songs by one of her favorite bands. His small grin stole her breath.

  I know, mon ange. Mine, too. Come dance with me while the words speak so much of what I feel in my heart.

  Her body seemed to move without her control. There was no way she could fight him, when it was in his arms that she desperately wanted to be.

  Garin protested, but one look at Jacques’s possessive glare silenced him. He disappeared quickly into the crowd, obviously not wanting Kelly badly enough to take on Jacques. Kelly scolded Jacques with her eyes, but he twirled her out onto the dance floor.

  Kelly was transfixed by him, the music, and the song lyrics. The guitar solo wound its aching cry through her heart; she wanted to believe Jacques’s feelings were being conveyed through the music. The tune was beautiful, begging her forgiveness, to not leave him, to be his.

  He stopped them in the middle of the floor and gazed into her eyes. She thought she could see all of his love and passion for her shimmering there. He gently touched her jaw, and she relaxed against his body, moaning low as his hand glided a burning trail down to her neck, then the valley between her breasts. It was pure ecstasy, and she closed her eyes in pleasure, arching toward him, his arm secure around her waist. The weight and heat of a palm settled on her bottom, and he brought her body flush against his.

  Their lips were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in anticipation. His dark eyes appeared to devour her, and his whispered words in her mind sent fire scorching through her. The burning need raged within her as his hard form pressed so intimately along her softer one. She felt his hand slide up her thigh, cup her behind her knee, and lift her leg slightly. She instinctively brought her arms around his neck and her leg over one of his.

  Kelly heard him groan. She gave him a sultry smile and was rewarded by a hand tangling in her hair, his lips claiming hers. The rock ballad played on in her as his mouth stole her senses and made her go weak. She clung to him, savoring the taste of him, the scent that was his alone. His lips sipped and caressed hers as his teeth nipped her, then his tongue toyed with hers. The scorching fire of his erotic play was driving her over the edge.

  Kelly eagerly craved more of his touch as his hand moved over the bare flesh of her thigh, grinding his arousal against her. His mouth worshiped the base of her throat and her collarbone, before he captured her earlobe between his teeth.

  She felt his fangs, and then the stroke of his tongue. Shudders of pleasure raced up her spine, and she sucked in an excited breath as his warm whisper brushed against her ear.

  “Come with me.” His hands moved over her shoulders, touched the naked skin of her back. The sensations swept her further into a world of swirling delight. When he looked at her, she knew her eyes were likely glazed with passion, and her cheeks felt flushed. She nodded.

  Taking her hand in his, Jacques led her through the dancers, the sea of people parting for them. When they reached the top of the steps, Jacques smiled at her... and this time there was promise in his eyes.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The drive back to his castle seemed to take forever, made torturous by the fact that Kelly couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Her fingers slid over his chest and stomach, and her lips grazed his neck, jawline, and mouth.

  Jacques drove like a bat out of hell in his raging passion to get home and make love to her. She was driving him wild with her roaming hands and succulent lips. Her lusty kisses made him practically sizzle out of control, and he was more than half tempted to pull off to the side of the road...

  He slowed down, then parked at the edge of a field. Kelly sat up and looked at him in confusion. “What are you doing?”

  Killing the engine on the sleek Jaguar, he stepped from the vehicle, walked around, and tugged her from the car. He swung her up into his arms, then with a great leap that made Kelly squeal, he jumped over the simple wire fence into the field that looked a lush green even under the full moonlight. Jacques swiftly moved further from the road to a secluded lake he knew lay nearby.

  When he rounded a group of trees, he heard Kelly sigh delightedly at the sight: the moon’s rays reflected off the water, lilies floated on the peaceful surface, and an abundance of trees surrounded the area.

  “How did you know about this place?”

  “France is my home, and this is one of the places that has not changed much since I was a boy.” He stopped at the water’s edge and lowered her body, her soft form gliding down the length of his hard one.

  Jacques was pleased when her hands clasped his neck as she gazed lovingly into his eyes. “I can’t tell you how glad my heart is that you came for me.”

  He kissed her, his tongue laving her lower lip before he spoke. “I don’t think I could have kept myself from doing so for much longer. I love you, and I want you to be mine.” Then his mouth captured hers, drinking in her sweetness and her moans as his mouth ravished hers.

  His fingers made quick work with the tie at her lower back; his hands slowly caressed up her silken flesh toward the other tie at her nape. When the strings fell around her shoulders, the gleaming material cascaded to the ground, and Jacques leaned back to gaze at her beauty.

  She stole his breath. The water shimmered behind her, and the moon cast its glow, making her look like the angel she was. Her skin was perfection, her breasts high and firm. Unable to resist, he cupped his hands beneath each globe, thumbs grazing over the erect nipples. He was exultant when she moaned out loud, arching her back. The action pushed her breasts into his palms and his body tightened even more than he thought was possible at the anticipation of finally possessing her.

  Jacques watched as she bent her body toward him, her blue eyes seeking his. He sucked in a breath when her hands traveled to his stomach, where she released the buttons, then eagerly pushed his coat off. He nearly threw her to the ground when it appeared she could hardly take her gaze from his chest and abdomen... and his groin. Then she stroked her hands up over each pectoral and let her lips blaze over every part her fingers grazed.

  Jacques tensed, moaning at her actions as her tongue and teeth tortured and teased him. His mind whirled as he felt her hands shift his to her hips. Then he relished seeing the cool wisps of her skirt and panties falling over her thighs to rest at her ankles, leaving her gloriously nude before him.

  Jacques’s gaze surveyed every inch of her, but she didn’t allow him too much time to ogle as she continued her ministrations. The sight of her pink tongue stroking his flesh, scorching him with each delicate touch, was more than he could handle. Crushing her to him, he brought her to the grass, all the while trailing his mouth over her face, neck, and between her breasts, until he took one hard nipple into his mouth.

  Her hands tangled in the dark web of his hair as his tongue swirled and pulled, tormenting her. First one breast,
then the other. His hands worked magic over her sensitive skin, causing a kaleidoscope of colors to swirl and blossom before her eyes.

  With a blur of speed, the last of his clothes were suddenly gone, and she felt his naked flesh pressed along every inch of hers. Her body seemed almost overloaded with sensations ‑‑ the burning heat of him above and the coolness of the grass beneath her ‑‑ adding to her intense desire. She desperately wanted, needed, him inside her, for him to claim her.

  His fingers slid over her belly while his mouth continued to devour her breasts. Then his digits finally slid between the folds of her sex. She cried out, lifting into him, begging him for more. A finger pushed into her wet core, stroked, then plunged again and again, giving her exquisite pleasure.

  Her hands moved restlessly over his broad shoulders and chest, loving the way he felt and the way he touched her, seeming to derive as much delight from her as he was providing. She gasped when his mouth left her breasts and traveled down, tracing fire over her quivering stomach. Then, deliberately slowly, he brought his head between her thighs. His tongue scorched her entrance.

  She bucked, clutched at him, and parted her legs in invitation. Jacques groaned and glanced up for a moment, grinning as he continued to taste her. He drove her wild, making her writhe and cry out, until her release burst over his tongue. She vaguely felt him greedily lap up every drop, but still he continued to work at her core, suckling her and stroking with additional fingers.

  Kelly was almost sobbing by the time he brought her to another climax. She gripped his head, clawed at his shoulders, her knees bent and pushing off the ground. Rising above her, Jacques grasped her hips in his hands, smoothing his fingers over her flesh, and prepared to enter her. Pure fire enveloped Kelly, as with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her.

  Her body welcomed his invasion, drawing him to the very center of her as he plunged fully within her. He braced himself above her, arms straining, and she knew it was because he wanted to give her pleasure before he found his own, that he feared he’d lose control. When he finally started to move, Kelly couldn’t help her moans and cries of ecstasy. The driving of his hard flesh overwhelmed her, building an erotic swirling storm throughout her body. He filled her completely ‑‑ heart, body, and soul.

  She was not prepared for the explosion of feelings and sensations that erupted through her. Kelly shrieked in joy as she clung to Jacques’s quivering form. Her lips found his, her body blazing with what only he could give her. His responding kiss was forceful, urgent, demanding everything from her, and she obliged, releasing all of her passion.

  She gloried in the feel of him, of his cock still thrusting in and out of her, pumping, taking everything that she was. Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips rapidly in time with his, meeting every lunge so that he was embedded deep inside her each time, straight to the hilt.

  As she spasmed around him once more, Kelly sensed he couldn’t hold back any longer. He drove into her, bringing her to the edge again, her cries echoing through the air and the sound of his name on her lips as pleasure ripped from between them. Her world spun and sensations rocked her core as he convulsed and gave another mighty thrust, groaning as she clutched him, milked him. She’d never expected making love could ever be like this, but as she quivered in the aftershocks beneath him, she knew it could only be this intense with him.

  * * * * *

  Kelly’s hands played through Jacques’s hair. His body still covered hers; she reveled at the length of him still within her and did not want him to leave her body just yet.

  Jacques rose up on his elbows, pushing his lower body further into hers, and she moaned deliciously as he gazed down lovingly at her. His fingers gently brushed strands of hair from her cheeks. He tenderly kissed her lips and smiled, black eyes gleaming.

  “Am I too heavy for you?”

  Kelly twined her legs with his, hugged his waist with her arms. “No, you’re perfect.”

  “For someone who doesn’t like the French, you certainly know how to love one.”

  Laughing at his teasing, she caressed his jaw. “Well, I just couldn’t help myself where this Frenchman is concerned.”

  He spoke in an exaggerated French accent, chuckling nasally as he did. “Vell, ve Frensh ’av a vay een ze matters uf luv.”

  “You are too much.” She laughed again, the movement bringing a wash of warm sensation through her. Her feminine walls flexed around him.

  Jacques groaned, his eyes immediately becoming hazy with desire again. “Kelly, do you know what you do to me?”

  She shook her head, eager for his praise.

  “You truly are an angel. Mon ange.” He stressed the latter words. His lips prodded hers, and his hands fondled her breasts. Kelly hunched her hips against his, delighting in the feel of him growing rigid within her, and then the liquid heat as he began to move. He took his time, thrusting deep.

  Suddenly, Jacques lifted them both from the ground onto his knees, still planted solidly between her thighs. Kneeling, he held Kelly nestled on his lap, her legs wrapped tightly over his hips. His mouth nuzzled her breasts, while his hands worked her body along his.

  She held his head to her, marveling at the sight of him bent over her nipples, the feel of his lips savoring each one, even as he plunged in and out of her below. This new position seated him to the depths of her, gliding along every sensitive point of her being. She clung to him, gasping loudly, as a multitude of intensely pleasant sensations rippled through her from the white heat of his fangs piercing the swell of one breast. The feeling shook her, and rapture gripped her relentlessly.

  His mouth continued to tease her flesh as he drew her blood; his hands caressed her hips and ribs, played with her breasts. Flames licked over her flesh when his tongue closed the pinpricks on her skin. He looked at her, his dark eyes capturing hers with their intensity. His lips parted in a wide smile, his fangs gleaming whitely at her.

  Her name rained from his lips, and his hands held her against him. He seemed unable to get enough of her as he pumped into her. Her mouth sought his as his thrusts became more frantic; she could taste herself, and the flavor only managed to inflame her more. Finally, Jacques reached his climax and took her with him.

  Lights swirled and burst before her eyes, elation pouring through her body. Stars exploded from twilight to a shimmering brilliance. She clenched around his body as bliss cascaded through every cell. His heat spilling into her made her shudder in joy and grip his shaft tightly. She was engulfed by him, branded by him. She couldn’t do anything but pull him deeper until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

  He held her close, her head resting on his shoulder, both panting heavily, until the flames settled to cooling embers. When their breathing returned to normal, he lifted her chin and brought her face up to his. She stared up at him for a moment, wide-eyed when he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then smiled softly.

  “I do love you, mon ange.”

  She grinned drowsily, languid and sated in his arms. “I love you, too.” She placed her head back on his shoulder, but he raised her body off his, cradling her in his arms. Standing, he strode into the lake, the clear water feeling good over her heated flesh.

  Lowering her to her feet, he began to leisurely wash her body, his hands running over her skin. Kelly moaned contentedly as he rubbed her shoulders and back. She gladly returned the favor, delighting in this quiet moment to just be with him, to be able to touch him ‑‑ to love him with her eyes and with her tender actions.

  Her hand closed around his cock, the full length extending past her palm. He groaned as she continued her exploration. He was long and wide, her fingers barely circling him as she massaged from base to tip. She quickened her movements, and he threw back his head, a hiss seeping from his lips. She watched the slightly purple-tinged organ as he jerked his hips and came.

  Jacques stared at her. “What was that for?”

  She shrugged, smiling, and plunged deep in
to the water up to her chin. “I thought it would be fun.”

  They frolicked some more, and when they were done, Jacques carried her from the water. To her astonishment, he created heat from his hands and began to dry her skin.

  “More magic,” she teased.

  He grinned up at her from where he knelt at her feet. “Yes, more magic.” He gathered her clothes and helped her slip into her skirt, then tied both sets of her blouse’s strings, sealing a kiss at her nape and waist as he did so.

  Kelly licked his body as she slowly zipped up his leather pants, grinning naughtily at his groan as she accidentally brushed her lips against his swelling rod.

  “Be careful, mon ange, for if I love you again, we may not make it home in time before the sun rises.”

  “I didn’t think older men had this kind of stamina.”

  He grabbed her hands, holding them together at the wrist, his grin wicked. “It’s been a long time.”

  Shaking her hands free of his grasp, she continued to dress him, sliding his coat over him and fastened the same four buttons that had caught her attention in the club over his contoured stomach. Then she allowed him to swing her up into his arms as he sped back to his waiting car.

  He drove quickly, and she knew he was trying to beat the sunrise. Kelly could see his fatigue, and she breathed a sigh of relief when they pulled into his garage. She stepped from the vehicle before he could come around, then yelped as he lifted her once more. She slung her arms around his neck as he sprinted through the castle and then down the stone steps to his chambers.

  He set her on the bed; as he did, her blouse fell away, and he pushed the skirt from her body, smiling devilishly. “There is time before the sun fully rises.”

  Kelly gave a sultry laugh, opening her arms to him. She welcomed the feel of his body, of his hard shaft, as he entered her. Swirling pools of desire erupted into ripples of pleasure as they undulated against each other.