Shades of Pink

by 33 authors

  Holly lifted herself up enough to gaze down at him through hooded lids. “Do you like my gift to you, Trav?”

  “If you mean this seductively pink scrap of material, sweet darlin’, then yes I do.”

  “Good, but you can’t rip this one, Travis.”

  “Oh I wasn’t thinking about ripping, darlin’.”

  “You weren’t?”

  “Nope, I was planning on taking it back with me to the States, so I could have a little souvenir of our time together here in the country.”

  She smiled down at him then. Her heart filled with renewed love for him at the thought of him wanting to have a little keepsake of the weekend away together. “I’ll let you do more than take it home with you, Travis.”

  “I like the sound of that, sweet darlin’. And what exactly did you have in mind?”

  With a shy smile lingering on her lips, Holly lowered herself closer to his ear and whispered. “I want you to take it off me, Travis, very, very slowly. I want to watch your eyes as they darken as you reveal my nakedness to them. That’s what I had in mind. Do you think you’re up to the task, Mr. Kane?”

  He growled at her, and then the heat of his hand came down on her bare ass.

  “Ouch! That hurt you know?”

  “It was meant to hurt, darlin’. I told you earlier on that you had ten smacks coming your way for making me hard as stone for saying that shit to me.”

  “You mean when I call you ‘Mr. Kane’ right?”

  His hand came down on her ass again. Heat bloomed to her bare cheeks and soon changed to something even more pleasurable. Damn, having his hand come down on her unsuspecting ass was turning her on.

  “Right,” he growled out.

  He gave her another eight smacks before both his hands soothed the sting away from her ass. They roamed over her, no doubt blushing globes, soothing the heat away. Travis then shocked her by slipping fingers through the crack in her ass to wander very close to the tiny rosette of her anus. It had been a long time since he had taken her there and with his fingers wandering so tantalizing close to it, had her wanting to experience that dark pleasure of him taking her there once again.

  “Travis...”

  “I want to take you here, Holly. Will you allow me to take you here again, darlin’?” His fingertip pressed into the puckered rosette, causing the decadent need to feel him there rising higher and higher within her.

  “Yes. Please, Trav, I need to feel you take me there, at least once before you have to leave.”

  “Good girl.” He praised her before lifting her off his lap to go grab the bottle of lube from his bag that sat with hers near the front door. When he came back to her, Holly allowed him to position her on the sofa so he could prepare her for his entry. He helped her get on all fours on the sofa then knelt behind her. She heard him squeeze some of the lube into his hands and then felt him part her ass cheeks. The coolness of the lube dripping onto her puckered opening had her bolting slightly forward at the feel of it.

  “Careful, Holly, I don’t want you to hurt yourself while I’m stretching you back here.”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to move.”

  “I know you didn’t mean to, darlin’. Just take a few deep breaths for me.”

  As she drew in a deep breath like he asked her to, she felt his fingertip press into her back channel. Her eyes lowered at the feel of it pressing further into her. His thick digit pushed past the tight ring of muscles in between her taking deep breaths. Then moments later, a second thick finger joined the first. He pumped them slow and steady in and out of her back channel. Every so often he would scissor his invading fingers, stretching her more, making her feel that delicious fullness she had only felt when Travis was at the helm.

  “That’s it, Holly. Damn you are so fucking hot, darlin’.”

  Hearing his words of praise made her want him all the more from hearing him say them to her. “Now, Travis. Please take me now.”

  Without a word of confirmation, his fingers left her ass and the head of his penis tucked itself into her back opening. She gasped as he shallow fucked her with his cock first. His hands gripped her hips in a tight, unyielding hold that was guaranteed to leave behind bruises on her delicate skin. She smiled at the thought of him leaving love marks on her, only to gasp again at the feel of him driving his cock all the way into her back channel.

  “Travis! Oh, God...”

  “Fuck! Holly, you feel so damn good around my cock. All tight and hot, I love it, darlin’.”

  His hoarse words whispered over her tingling flesh as he pounded into her a little harder than before. So much so, she dug her fingers into the sofa to keep herself upright so she didn’t fall onto the damn floor. Not that Travis would allow her to fall, well, not while he was holding onto her at least. The decadent fullness that was engulfing her senses pushed her aroused state to fever pitch. She felt light headed as she wavered within his grip. Then one of his arms snaked around her and his hand delved between her thighs to rub at her clit. She was gone for all money then.

  With a powerful screech so deafening, she was surprised no one came barrelling in to see what all the yelling was about, her orgasm broke loose. The intensity of it shook her whole body. She trembled violently, as her release took her higher than she had ever been before. It felt like her whole body was floating skywards before crashing back down to earth. She shuddered one last time at the feel of Travis jerking within her, releasing his semen deep into her back channel.

  The blissful state of sexual satisfaction washed over her as they collapsed onto the sofa, in a twisted heap of satiated contentment. She could vaguely hear Travis whispering endearing words of love and encouragement against her skin as he pressed his body against hers. For several long moments they lay still on the sofa, sweaty, satiated and completely spent. Before she was ready to move, Travis was lifting her up into his strong, sturdy arms and carried her down the hall to the hot shower that was waiting for them in the surprising large bathroom. It dawned on her then she would have to say good-bye to him soon and she wished she didn’t have to.

  * * *

  Holly didn’t let go of the grip she had on his thigh the whole time he drove them back into the city. Travis knew the time to say good-bye was coming a lot sooner than they both wished. But he had to go back to New York and attend the monthly meeting that happened on the first Tuesday of every month. So he couldn’t stay back not even for one more day. He wished he could. Hell, he wished he could stay more than just one more day. If he could stay a whole month or more, he would do it in a heartbeat. But he couldn’t and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to change it unless he quit his job. And that was something he knew Holly didn’t want him to do. Plus, like she told him she would be back home in less than nine months.

  If she could handle their impending good-bye with the dignity she was showing him now, then he could damn well do it to. Even if his heart felt heavy at the thought of saying those two words to her. One thing he knew for certain was he wouldn’t wait so long to see her again. He would also make sure he stayed a lot longer than a weekend to. Just over two days wasn’t nearly enough time for him to immerse himself in her love. It sure as hell wasn’t long enough to feel her in his arms. He craved, even now, to have her in his arms, as the distance to her apartment grew closer and closer. But a quick glance at the dashboard clock told him, he barely had enough time to escort her back up to her apartment let alone, climb into her bed and love her all over again.

  The traffic back into London had been crazy with road works and numerous other things. His time with her was slipping fast between his fingertips. So fast he would probably have to break a few road rules to make it back to the airport in time to drop off the rental car and hoof it through security and customs. The only thing that wouldn’t slow him down was the fact he didn’t have to check in any luggage. He only had a carry-on bag with him that now had Holly’s sheer pink teddy stuffed inside it.

  His little keepsake of their ti
me together and with her perfume and arousal scenting the intimate garment, meant he could always have a small piece of her nearby him when she couldn’t be there in person. It had him wanting to give her a little keepsake of his own, or a refill of one at least. Yes, he had spotted the almost empty bottle of aftershave he used sitting on her bathroom shelf when he had scoped out her place while she was busy packing. It warmed his heart to see she had a little memento of her own that reminded her of him. So for her keepsake of this weekend, Travis had stashed a new bottle of the same aftershave he used, into her overnight bag, with a handwritten note attached to it. The note advised her to dabble a bit of the scented liquid onto her skin when she craved his presence, or onto her pillow when she missed him at night. That way it would give her a sense of him lingering seductively near her, even when he wasn’t present in the room.

  Taking the last right hand turn that led to her apartment block, Travis rested his hand on top of hers as he drove the remaining short distance to her place and squeezed it gently. When he gazed across at her, he could see the silver tracks her tears had left behind on her cheeks as she cried silently next to him. He hated seeing her tears but knew they were her way of letting go of the emotions growing steadily within her. As soon as he parked the car and unclipped both their seatbelts, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head as she quietly sobbed against his chest. His heart broke at seeing her tears but it also swelled with love, knowing her tears showed him how much she truly loved him. And boy did he love her.

  Knowing time wasn’t on their side when it came to his flight, Travis reluctantly uncurled his arms from around her, then got out of the car and then helped her out. With her overnight bag in one hand he looped his other arm around her waist and held her tight to him and escorted her up the stairs to her apartment. He wanted to say something that would make the eventual good-bye easier on both of them. But he couldn’t think of the right words to say except tell her how much he loved her. So that was what he did as they stepped up to her front door.

  With her keys dangling from his hand, he slipped the key into the door and opened it enough to place her bag inside so he had both arms free to pull her into a fierce hug. “Damn this is hard, Holly.” She laughed at him even as her tears still spilled steadily from her eyes. “I love you, Holly, so damn much. Promise me, here and now, that you’ll never forget how much I love you and need you in my life. Even when the distance becomes so great, promise me you’ll always remember the love I have shown you this weekend.”

  “I promise to remember, Trav, as long as you do the same for me.”

  “You can count on it, darlin’.”

  He hugged her closer to him then, needing to feel her body melding against his. Holding her so close to him and with all the emotion of leaving her again swelling within him, a single tear slipped from his eyes and tracked down his cheek to fall into her hair. For a few long seconds, he stared at the clear droplet before it melted into her hair, never to be seen again. He lowered his lips to the top of her head and kissed her, before easing back from her. Gazing into her teary sea-green eyes, Travis whispered his words of love to her one last time before pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her in a way that showed her, how much love he had in his heart for her and how much affection he had to give her too.

  He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip for a few brief moments, then slanted his lips back over hers and kissed her passionately. By the time he pulled away from her, Holly’s lips were swollen and reddened from his possession of them. Just the look of them all red and swollen was something, he would always remember, until the next time he could kiss her soft feminine lips.

  He didn’t try to stop her when she reached up and caressed his face with her hand. He could feel her fingers shaking from the emotion rolling through her, as she traced a invisible line from his jaw to his lips then up to the slight furrow of his brow. “I love you, Travis. I will always remember how much you love me, in the same way I know you will always know how much I love you.” She then pressed her hand onto his chest right over his heart. “In here, Trav, you will always feel my love for you in here, no matter where we are in this crazy world of ours.”

  “And that’s nothing short of the truth, my sweet darlin’. Damn I’m a lucky man to have you in my life.”

  “And I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have a man like you, Mr. Kane, not just in my life but also in my heart.”

  Travis bent down and kissed her one last lingering time, before slapping her on the butt for saying “Mr. Kane” and giving him a boner that would make the drive back to the airport almost painful. “Well, I better get going, Holly. Remember, I will be waiting for you and that sweet ass of yours to hightail it back to the States, as soon as your contract here is done.”

  “Or until you come back here to whisk me off for another surprise weekend getaway.”

  He grinned at her then, as plans for another romantic getaway stirred in his mind. Maybe next time they could go somewhere warmer were they could sunbathe nude on a private beach. Maybe next time an island getaway was next on the cards for them.

  “Well, until next time, my sweet darlin’.”

  “Look forward to it,—”

  “Don’t even say it, Holly. For the love of god, please don’t say it again.”

  “All right, all right I promise not to say it, Mr. Kane.” She giggled the last two words to him. He groaned and that seemed to set her off into a fit of giggles, which was way better than seeing her tears. Of course the little minx would say it to him, even when he practically begged her not to. Well, he would take care of that little indiscretion next time he saw her.

  “Well, I better get going if I’m going to catch this blessed flight.”

  “Good-bye, Travis, I love you.”

  Travis pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight squeeze before kissing her lips one last, lingering time before letting her go. “I love you too, Holly. I’m not going to say good-bye, darlin’, as that sounds so final. So what I will say is this. Until we met again, my sweet darlin’.”

  With one final kiss he stepped away from her and headed towards the stairs. Travis glanced over his shoulder at her and yelled back to her, “and don’t forget to stock up on some sexy lingerie, Holly. Since your intimate attire has mysteriously diminished over the past couple of days.”

  “And whose fault is that, Travis?”

  “Mine.” He said to her with a wink and then disappeared down the stairs to the rental car that was waiting for him. He jumped in behind the wheel and drove like a bat out of hell to get to the airport in time to catch his flight back to New York. Never again would he wait three long months to see his sweet darlin’ again. Travis made it his silent promise to both himself and to Holly that he would see her again sooner rather than later. Because at the end of the day, when the sun went down and the moon shone high in the darken sky, Holly Shepherd was his.

  No amount of time, space or distance would ever change that. Just like the inscription on the diamond encrusted watch he had given her months earlier said. “Oceans may separate us, distance may come between us, but you’ll always be my sweet darlin’.” And those words were still as true today as they were when he gifted her with the watch. Just like those same words would still be true tomorrow and all the days yet to come.

  Holly Shepherd would always be his sweet darlin’.

  ~~~

  K. R. Haynes currently resides in Tasmania, Australia. She has turned her love of reading erotic romance novels into a passion for writing her own erotic suspense BDSM series. Her debut novel series In Her Eyes followed swiftly by His Dark Promise, an erotic novella, has fans around the world eager for her next creation. When not writing and brainstorming new ideas for future books and sexy characters, K. R. Haynes enjoys cheering on her favorite AFL team, the Adelaide Crows, reading romantic fiction novels and catching up with friends and family for a good laugh or relaxing by the fire with a glass of her favorite Tasmania white wine.r />
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  THE PRINCESS’S CONSORT

  A House of Dracul Short Story

  J. Annas Walker

  With her sister Cassy, Princess and Scion of the House of Dracul, lost in Avalon and brother-in-law, David, in an enchanted sleep, Princess Elizabeta finds herself divorced, alone, and hunted. Can she find love and safety in the arms of a male witch?

  ~~~

  Staring at the pink lemonade in front of her made her hungry. Blood replaced the usual berries responsible for the tint. Her fangs pressed against the inside of her lower lip painfully. The beverage may have made her hungry, but the room full of pounding hearts tempted her bloodlust.

  Princess Elizabeta Dracul, Liz to her friends, sat at the wedding reception thirsty and completely bored. These people were virtual strangers. Her former father-in-law and now adoptive parent, High Prince Vlad Tepulus IV, insisted she stay with the Council of Covens while he culled a rebellion started by her former husband and his mistress. The elder witches and their covens went out of their way to include her in their activities. They had insisted she come to the wedding of a junior coven member and a local human.

  “Your Highness seems uncomfortable. Is there something I can do?”

  Mills, head of security and former officer of the New Atlanta police department, sat down beside her. Since leaving the force, he had grown out his dark blond hair. Tonight he wore it braided into a single plat that reached half-way down his back. As a witch, he wore the more traditional forest green robes tied with a corded white belt.

  “I’m being a bad guest,” Liz admitted with a hint of guilt. Her fangs retracted. She looked down at her fluffy, spaghetti-strapped, pink dress in embarrassment. Although she thought the color looked dreadful with her auburn hair, it matched the rest of the décor. “I wish David and Cassy were here to keep me company. I feel like a fifth wheel.” She spun the glass in front of her idly around on its napkin. She had loved Cassy like a sister for over a century, and now, since the formal adoption by the High Prince, they actually were. And just when she needed her sister most, Cassy was nowhere on this plane of existence. Liz sighed heavily.