Coyle’s smirk grew, as did his boldness. He moved closer, pressing his body to hers. The feel of his clothed erection against her stomach made her gulp. That would never fit in her. She needed to stop dreaming about it. About him. The man would break her in two.
He chuckled as if he could read her thoughts and hear her fear of being impaled by his massive cock. She wanted to smack his hand away, but the thought of losing contact with him made her gut clench.
Instinctively, Deri went to slide her hands up and over Coyle’s, dropping the folder she’d brought for him in the process. It and its contents scattered onto the hardwood floor. Bending to retrieve it, Deri brushed her forehead against the solid wall of Coyle’s muscular torso. He froze. She continued to edge down him, placing her hands on his body more for satisfaction than support.
The wind whipped against the exterior door that stood only a few feet from them, causing it to shake fast and furiously. In a heartbeat, Deri was upright and pressed against Coyle, clinging to him. A soft chuckle came from him as he stroked her highly sensitive skin. He drew lazy circles on the small of her back and each caress brought a whimper closer to the surface. Still, she stuck to him.
“Och, it’s only the wind. You do nae need to be scared, Deri. I’ve got you.” His accent thickened dramatically and Deri would have commented if she didn’t so like the feeling of safety Coyle provided.
“Baltic,” he murmured, as he rubbed her bare arms vigorously with his warm, calloused hands. She shivered. Her nipples scraped against his chest, making her moan and Coyle stiffen.
He slid his hands around and brushed his thumbs over her hardened peaks. Deri could fight no longer. Her tongue darted out and over her bottom lip as her breathing grew ragged. Remembering that a few lingering customers remained, Deri tried to block the feeling of being touched by him. She failed miserably. The slight play of his hands was so quick she wasn’t sure if it had been on purpose or an accidental brush. Regardless, her pussy was now soaked as need cramped her gut.
An alternate dimension…demons…a dangerous game…will fiery passion be their only defense?
Lord Night
(c) 2006 Jessie Verino
Temp agency owner Shannon Miller likes to play video games, but she never expected to find herself in one, let alone with a sexy scientist who makes her body melt with desire.
Physicist Damien Richards is blind—and not only in matters that concern his sight. Despite the accomplishments he’s achieved in creating an alternate dimension, he still believes he is unwhole due to his physical impairment.
When a lab accident propels the two into an experimental, alternate dimension, they find themselves playing a dangerous game, unable to return, fighting demons as well as a passion that could consume them both. Will they be able to face their personal fears and win the game of love?
Enjoy this excerpt from Lord Night:
“Allow me to satisfy all your hungers this evening.”
He led her inside, closing the doors behind him. She settled on the plush rug, leaning provocatively against silk pillows before the warmth of the fire. The little gold clasp of her robe winked at him, inviting him to explore the secrets it hid. But he wanted to go slow and savor the rest of the evening. Enjoy Shannon. He backed away from her before he acted on carnal impulse, and turned his attention to the champagne.
The loud pop brought an explosion of bubbles over the lip of the bottle and sprayed his chest with the cold liquid, helping him maintain control.
After he placed the two flutes filled with the sparkling wine on a silver platter, he added a little taste of everything, and two personal fondue bowls brimming with warm melted chocolate.
The mirror above the mantle reflected his nude image bearing the large tray. Rather like a male slave of ancient Greece servicing his mistress. He smiled at the thought of playing the meek role before turning the tables and dominating the unsuspecting mistress with his dark passions. The thought had him hard and throbbing.
He placed the tray beside her on the floor. “Mistress, my humble offering.”
He watched her gaze move from the tray to his rigid cock. Her tongue moistened her lips. “Not so humble a feast at all.”
“Champagne?” he offered.
She took the flute and held it high, never looking away from his midsection. “To feasts. May they always be…bountiful.”
He held the other glass to hers and answered. “May you always have your fill.”
She bit on her lower lip. “Everything looks delicious. I don’t know where to start.”
He settled on his knees next to the tray. “Allow me,” he said and reached for a plump strawberry. He bit into the succulent fruit, releasing the sweet red juice. He traced the fleshy morsel over her parted lips, tempting her, before allowing her to take it into her mouth.
Sweetness burst on her tongue when she sank her teeth into the berry.
She watched in anticipation as his fingers hovered above the tray, but he didn’t choose another strawberry. Instead, he produced a small red mask from the tray. “I have a few surprises myself. This will make the experience more…tantalizing, more daring.”
Her stomach quivered at the thought, and a delicious shiver ran from her hardened nipples to her swollen labia, releasing a scintilla of moisture. She leaned back into the pillows when he moved to straddle her, and she stretched languidly, rubbing her legs together, trying to increase the sensation.
He placed the mask over her eyes. “Turn over,” he commanded.
She felt the tug of the mask as he tied it into place. When she rolled onto her back, she opened her eyes, testing it, but couldn’t see even a speck of light through the thick red silk.
Even sensing his movements, she still gasped in surprise when the next strawberry touched her lips. Warm, creamy chocolate coated the fruit and it spread over her tongue as she ate. Oh yeah, she could get used to this.
“I need another sip of champagne.”
The brush of his fingers against her bare skin tickled, but the light caress didn’t linger. He grasped the amethyst and pulled gently on the chain. “You didn’t say please.”
She arched her back and lifted herself to her elbows, careful not to let the slight tension lesson. “Please?” The word escaped her in a breathless supplication.
The cool rim of the flute coaxed her mouth open, and he allowed her one sip of the sparkling liquid before denying her another.
Her frustration mounted as he played with her this way. Each time she felt the tug of the chain or the taste of sweetness on her lips, she begged him to satisfy her, or end the torment. He refused to do either.
He sucked her firm nipples, holding them taut with the chain, until she cried out from the agonizing pleasure of it, only to be rewarded by the caress of his breath across the wet buds and nothing more. She squirmed beneath him, trapped between his strong thighs and the chain, helpless to do anything but whimper in pleasure.
When he finally unfastened the gold clasp of her gown, it fell away, exposing her fully to his gaze. The head of his shaft played against the skin above her mound. The little droplets of moisture he left behind only heightened her fervor.
“Do not move,” he commanded. The weight of the chain lessened and he placed the amethyst between her breasts.
She had begged for relief from the sweet torment earlier, but now the loss of it made her crave it all the more. The heat of his breath caressed her bare stomach when he crouched low over her, like a predator stalking her scent.
She fisted her hands in the plush rug underneath to keep from moving and held tight when he nipped the sensitive flesh below her navel. The sensation of his love bite stayed even as he backed away until she couldn’t feel any part of him touching her.
“Spread your legs for me.”
The skirt of her gown feathered over her legs when she opened for him. She held her breath in anticipation, fully aware of his gaze on her. She felt his triumphant smile when her juices surged and flowed o
ver her swollen labia.
He nestled between her legs, and she clenched her hands in an effort to keep from raking them through his hair and pulling him closer. An eternity passed, but she lay motionless as he had instructed, refusing to beg him. Every muscle in her body trembled, taut with expectation.
She squirmed beneath him, exposing more of herself to his mouth. The moist warmth of his tongue penetrated her swollen flesh, sending waves of ecstasy through her. He kissed her opening, plunging into its hot depths. Her muscles tightened around him.
He pulled out before she came. “You have a greedy little pussy, Shannon. Fortunately, I’m a generous man.”
Suffering from lack of completion, a low cry of frustration escaped.
“I’m going to kiss you again. Sample your sweet nectar until I’m drunk from it. Don’t come until I allow you.”
Her breasts swelled and ached. She moved her hands to massage them, but he caught them and placed them back at her sides. “Every part of you is my pleasure.” His strong fingers found her nipples and squeezed as his tongue delved deep inside her once again.
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