"Oh, yes," she moaned.
Her hand stroked down his belly to his erection, running along the length of it, his pajama bottoms a barrier between her skin and his. She shifted to her knees and grasped the sides of his waistband, then tugged his pants downward. His penis popped free and her eyes glazed a little as she stared at it. The tip of her tongue traced her lips. His breath dragged like silk over sandpaper as he shimmied the rest of the way out of the pants, then kicked them to the floor.
Her fingertips brush against the head of his penis and it twitched as intense pleasure shot through him. She stroked downward, then back to the head, circling around, sending his heart-rate racing.
Angelique had never seen such an enormous erection before. She loved the feel of his full, rigid penis in her hands, but more, she wanted it inside her. She ached for him. Her vaginal muscles contracted around the emptiness, longing to hold him inside her.
She lifted one leg over his hips and sat on his thighs, the curly, slightly prickly hair of his legs stimulating her damp, hot flesh. His hands cupped her breasts and she undulated into grasp, her nipples swollen and aching in pleasure. She wrapped one hand around his enormous penis and stroked the length of him.
"Nick, I want you inside me."
She drew his hand to her mouth and drew one finger inside, gently sucking on it. She nibbled the end then released it, all the while stroking his rigid cock.
"Oh, God, I want to be inside you."
She led his hand down her body, over her belly, to the soft curls below her navel, then guided the damp finger to the dampness between her legs.
He groaned softly at the feel of her need.
"I need you now," she murmured.
He stroked her cheek and drew her down for a kiss, her soft lips and breathy response to him boiling his blood. He rolled them both sideways, then shifted over her. She placed the bulbous end of his penis in the slick cradle of her womanhood. All he had to do was shift forward to impale her with delight.
"I’m going to make love to you now, Angelique." He kissed her neck. "Long and slow."
She readied herself for his first thrust.
"No, do it quickly, Nick."
She didn’t want him to stop because of her innocence. "I am so ready for you. I want you now."
He smiled at her. "You certainly are enthusiastic."
He edged forward, then hesitated. "You feel so tight."
She drew his face to hers and kissed him, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth.
"Nick, now."
He thrust, and she suppressed a cry. The pain flashed briefly, then eased as he held still, allowing her to grow accustomed to being stretched. He held his weight above her, his intense gaze locked on hers.
"Angelique, why didn’t you tell me?"
"If I had told you, I don’t think you would have continued."
He hesitated.
"If I had known, I would have been more gentle."
"It’s alright. I wanted you inside me."
"Angelique, I don’t understand this. You hardly know me."
She stroked his cheek. "But I want you."
The hard glint in his eyes softened but he remained frozen above her, indecision lining his features.
"Oh, Nick." She undulated beneath him. "We’ve gone this far. Don’t stop now." She squeezed him with intimate muscles, then circled her hips. His sagging erection surged to attention within her.
He groaned, then slowly eased forward again, filling her with his hard, rigid cock.
"Yes, Nick." She wrapped her legs around his thighs, opening wide to him. He filled her deeply, completely.
He pulled back slowly, the ridge of his cock stroking her insides, then he pushed forward again. Slowly. Purposefully. Stroking the walls of her vagina with his wonderful, long cock. She squeezed, then spiraled her hips. Scintillating sensations swirled through her.
"More, Nick."
An urgency built within her, compelling in its intensity. He pulled back then surged forward again, but he was too controlled. She sensed he held back. She needed more.
"Faster. Harder."
He thrust—deep and hard.
Sensations burst through her, propelling her toward ecstasy.
"Yes. Oh, God, yes."
He thrust, and thrust again. An intense point of pleasure deep in the centre of her grew until it encompassed her whole body. Joy expanded around her. Sound became velvet. Touch a melody. Her senses coalesced in a spiral of overlapping colors. Pleasure accelerated to a rapture so complete, it approached heaven.
She clung to him as her consciousness expanded to include the entire universe, then shrank to a single point.
She gasped in one final spasm of bliss, then collapsed back on the bed, clinging to him.
"My God, Nick. That was incredible."
Never had she felt so complete.
He smiled down at her.
"You are incredible," he said.
He kissed her, a gentle brush of his lips on hers, then he rolled onto his side and drew her close to his body, his arms wrapped around her.
She snuggled into the comfort of his embrace.
Chapter 4
The soft light of dawn caressed Nicholas to wakefulness. He opened his eyes to see Angelique’s face only inches from his own, her lips just a breath away.
Her eyes opened and he smiled.
"Good morning." He leaned forward and brushed her lips with a gentle kiss.
She responded, but he could sense her tentative mood.
His gut clenched. Did she regret what they’d done last night?
He nuzzled her temple. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?"
She sighed, but held her silence.
He pushed himself up on his elbow and took her hand, then pressed her palm to his lips.
She had given him, a virtual stranger, her virginity. He didn’t understand it, except that there was a strange magic between them. A powerful force neither of them seemed able to deny.
"Are you upset about what we did last night? About making love for the first time."
Her gaze shot to his and she covered his lips with her fingertip.
"Oh, no. Of course not." She kissed him, a feather-light touch of lips on his cheek. "Last night was wonderful."
Angelique stared at his handsome face, the tender look melting her heart.
The face of Nicholas Berringer. The man she must condemn to an eternity of loneliness.
She gritted her teeth and pushed the thought aside, knowing she’d have to harden her heart to such feelings.
He kissed her hand and drew her close to his body. She loved the feel of his hard planes against her skin. She snuggled closer.
The need built within her as her breasts swelled and her aureoles pebbled. In surrendering her virginity to him last night, he had given her the gift of unadulterated ecstasy. Her body remembered and insisted on exploring the possibilities in more depth.
"You’re not regretting last night?" he asked.
"Oh, no. Never." She wrapped her arms around him and tilted her pelvis tightly to his, feeling his penis swell between them. "In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I’d like to do it again."
He rolled her onto her back. "If that’s what you’d like. I aim to please."
He kissed her neck and the resulting tingles danced all the way to her toes, stimulating some interesting places along the way. Her vaginal muscles contracted and she slid her hand down his hard stomach. He kissed down her chest to her nipple and drew it into his mouth. She gasped, then wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid her hand the length of it in one smooth motion. He suckled her other nipple and she arched toward him.
"I can’t believe how much I want you," she murmured.
He smiled as his hand slid down her belly then stroked the soft curls. She opened her legs wide and arched against his hand. He slid his finger inside her.
"Oh, yes," she sighed.
He swirled his finger in a circle, then stroked along the wall of her vagina."
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"Yes. Oh, God, yes."
She fingered the tip of his penis, stroking along the tiny opening, feeling dampness ooze from him. His finger continued to stroke within her, stoking her urgent need. She curled her fingers around his hard cock and pumped.
"Nick, I want you inside me."
He grinned widely.
"I will be. In a moment."
His finger found the growing nub of her clitoris hidden in the folds of her skin. The bundle of nerve endings jumped at the delightful stimulation. He flicked and cajoled. She felt waves cascading over her. Swells of ecstatic delight. She clutched his shoulder, digging her fingers into his flesh, and moaned.
Intense pleasure tore through her. The whole world seemed to shimmer, then she shot through the heavens on an erupting fountain of bliss. She burst across the sky, in a blaze brighter and more colorful than any fireworks. Her nerve endings fired with devastating pleasure.
On a long, laborious breath, she recaptured her senses, swirling slowly back to earth. Her clenched body slumped back on the bed. She pushed her hair off her face and stared wide-eyed at Nick’s smiling face.
"Wow."
The deep rumble of his laugh made her smile.
"You definitely know how to keep a woman happy."
"Well, you’re easy to keep happy."
She opened her arms to him and he embraced her.
"You don’t think that means you get out of your promise, do you?"
"Promise?"
She reached for his erection and stroked it insistently. She wanted that long, hard cock inside her now.
"Oh, yes. That promise."
Nicholas had intended to show her the pleasures of oral sex, but she’d been so responsive to his touch, she had climaxed immediately. A definite turn-on. He was so hard right now he could burst and with her pumping him like that, he would explode any second.
He eased her hand away and pressed the head of his cock against her moist opening.
"Yes, Nick," she murmured in his ear. "Push inside me. I want to feel your rock-hard cock drive deep into me and give me pleasure."
"Angelique, how you talk." He kissed her neck and pushed forward, sliding his swelling cock inside her. "I love it."
She was so uninhibited.
The feel of being sheathed in her velvet opening nearly sent him over the edge, but he restrained the urgent need.
"Oh, Nick, you are so hard and strong inside me. It feels incroyable."
He eased back then thrust forward. Her hot, dampness tightened around him as she clenched those intimate muscles of hers.
"Absolutely incredible," he agreed.
He thrust again and she gasped.
"Oh, yes," she cried.
He continued to thrust and she moaned. He pumped into her, as her moans turned into a long, heartfelt cry of pleasure. He drove deeper and harder until finally she screamed in obvious climax, clinging tightly to him. He felt his penis swell impossibly tight, then he groaned as he erupted inside her.
They both slumped to the bed in complete contentment.
He tucked her against his side, his arm draped over her, enjoying the sweet feel of her curves against him as he dozed off.
Chapter 5
Angelique awoke to a knock on the door. She glanced across the bed and realized Nick was not with her.
"Yes?"
"It’s me. Nick."
"Come in."
The door opened and Nicholas stepped inside.
"I borrowed some clothes from a friend. I think they’ll fit you." He placed a stack of garments—neatly folded blue jeans and a fluffy, periwinkle blue sweater—on the end of the bed.
"Thank you."
Once he left the room, she arose, then stretched, luxuriating in the feel of human limbs.
She spent the next twenty minutes showering, then dressing, all the while fretting over how she would explain to Nicholas Berringer why she’d appeared in his living room in the middle of the night. Or, better yet, how she would avoid explanations as much as possible. So far, she’d done a pretty good job of keeping him distracted.
When she finally entered the living room, the smell of food sent her stomach churning in need. Nicholas stepped into the room with two plates filled with steaming eggs.
"Good morning." He placed the plates on the dining room table.
She pushed her hair over her ear.
He smiled as he pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit.
"I hope you like cheese omelets."
"Oui. I mean yes. Thank you." She plucked the burgundy linen napkin from under her fork and smoothed it across her lap.
It seemed he wasn’t in a rush for an explanation. The tension in her jaw diminished a touch.
He sat down across from her.
With a neat, sure slice, he cut a morsel of omelet and raised it to his mouth.
She took a bite and felt faint from the delectable sensation of warm, delicious eggs melting in her mouth. She hadn’t eaten for almost two hundred years!
"You know, Angelique, last night … and this morning … were pretty intense. I don’t usually make love with women I’ve just met."
She put down her fork and took a sip of her coffee.
"Moi aussi. I mean, me either."
"Yes, I realize that. It was your first time." He smiled. "Angelique. Why me? I’m a stranger."
She felt a blush burn across her cheeks. He wasn’t a stranger, yet he was. She knew so many things about him, yet she didn’t know him. Or at least, she hadn’t before last night. Now she knew him intimately.
"This feeling between us … it is very strong, no?"
"Yes, very strong."
"With you, it is difficult to resist. I didn’t want to resist." Even now, she found it hard to resist the urge to slide her hands under the fabric of his shirt and feel the tight planes of his chest. To mesh her lips with his and ignite their smoldering passion again.
"No regrets?"
Her only regret—which drove deep into her heart—was that she’d have to sacrifice him to the curse, but she thrust the thought away before the feelings overwhelmed her.
She shook her head, concentrating on the beautiful passion they’d shared last night.
"Mais non." She rested her hand atop his. "I would do it again." A faint smile tugged at her lips. "In fact, I would love to do it again."
His smile broadened. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, sending tingles dancing along her spine. "Anytime, sweetheart."
He continued eating and she returned her attention to her own food. She couldn’t identify the spices he’d used, but the effect was spectacular. This man certainly could cook.
She took a sip of her coffee and reached for a slice of toast from the basket in the center of the table.
"Angelique, why did you come into my apartment last night? Do you remember?"
"Hmm?" His words dragged her from the spell the food had cast over her. She glanced his way and, at his keen gaze, her stomach tightened. "Yes, I … uh … was looking for you."
"Me?"
"You are Nicholas Berringer? Brother of Peter Berringer?"
His face darkened. "Yes, but I’ve never met my brother Peter."
She trailed her fingers along the edge of her napkin.
"Actually, you lived with him until he was a year old. And you talked to him last Christmas, before he left for Australia."
He raised his eyebrows. "True. For the first time in twenty-five years. Why would he give my name to you?"
"Peter and I, we have known each other for a long time. He told me if I ever came to Canada and needed help that I should come to you. Well, last night I found myself in trouble. No money. Nowhere to stay. I believed that a brother of Peter’s would be kind and charitable."
"If you came here looking for me, then why didn’t you know my name?"
The food she was swallowing stuck in her throat. She grabbed her cup and sipped some coffee before she started choking.
"I … uh …
I hit my head."
"Yet you found your way here."
His direct gaze unnerved her. She stared at the poinsettia centerpiece gracing the table. She couldn’t tell him an angel had changed her to human form leaving her temporarily disoriented, and she didn’t want to lie any more than necessary.
"Well, more like I found myself here."
He leaned forward and took her hand, his green eyes dark with concern.
"Angelique, exactly what happened to you last night?"
She shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"I do not wish to discuss it."
His fingers tightened around his coffee mug. "Should I take you to the hospital? Did someone do more than hit you on the head?"
The concern in his avocado eyes shook her. Her attempt at secrecy made it sound all the worse.
"No, no more. A hit on the head, then I had nothing."
"Would you like me to take you to your hotel?"
"But I have no money for the bill an—"
"I’ll pay the bill."
She pursed her lips. He was very generous.
"No, I couldn’t accep—"
"You can consider it a loan, if you like."
She avoided his gaze.
"You are too kind."
How could she explain that there was no hotel, no luggage, no clothing, no nothing? Better not to explain at all.
What she wanted was to convince him to let her stay here. She had to be near him as much as possible to convince him to propose marriage. Not that she had any idea how to accomplish that in less than two days. Times might have changed, but two days was short in any century.
"I hope you will not think I am very bold but …" She hesitated.
Chapter 6
His gaze connected with hers. "What is it, Angelique?"
"You see, I have only two days left and it is Christmas. I do not want to impose on your hospitality, but I would much rather stay here than in a hotel room. In a home it will feel much more like Christmas. And you, as Peter’s brother, are the closest thing I have to family."
He placed his hand over hers, the warmth sinking into her and stilling her frazzled spirit. He smiled.
"Of course. If you’d like to stay here you’re welcome."
She returned his smile. "Thank you."
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