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His smug tone grated on her nerves. She found the strength to push him off her, immediately missing the feel of his hardness inside her, but needing to set something straight. He seemed surprised that she would use her new strength against him. The hurt look on his face almost stopped her, but dammit, she was going to have a real proposal, not some half-assed order to marry him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want a real proposal, Marc. I won’t be ordered to marry you like some faithful dog.”
His tension eased, but he was puzzled, she could tell. She was getting better at reading his thoughts, though it still freaked her out a little bit.
“What do you wish of me, ma petite? I will do anything for you.”
She liked the sound of that. She smiled as she sat up on the bed.
“Get on your knees.”
“Now that sounds interesting.” His devilish smile lit the room, and she chuckled.
“Hold that thought. I want a traditional proposal.”
“Ah, I see. And are most ‘traditional proposals’ carried out in the nude?”
“Among nudists, I suppose they are, but this will do for us. I want a moment. A question and an answer. Is that too much to ask?”
He kissed her playfully on the nose before going down on one knee next to the bed. He took her hand in his, kissing it as he looked up into her shining eyes.
“You could never ask too much of me, my love. But now, I believe, I have something to ask of you.”
She sighed as she watched him. He was a beautiful, powerful man. How did she get so lucky to have a man like this want her forever?
“Will you marry me, Kelly?”
Even though she knew it was coming—had demanded it, in fact—the question still took her breath away. Tears formed behind her eyes as she looked down at him, holding her hand so gently, with a hopeful light in his compelling dark eyes. She could feel the love shimmering in the air and in the space that joined their two souls. He loved her. She knew it soul deep, as much as she loved him.
Nothing would ever tear them apart.
“Yes.” Happy tears ran down her cheeks. “I love you so much, Marc.”
Her whisper set him free and he rose, standing at the side of the bed before her, gloriously nude and fully aroused. He was so beautiful it made her eyes hurt. She loved him more than life, more than anything.
“Show me,” he whispered, cupping her nape under her hair and drawing her head close to his straining erection. He must’ve been listening to her thoughts because all she could think of as he stood before her was tasting him.
She moved forward without further urging, though he kept his hand at the back of her neck to guide her exactly where he wanted her. She let him lead, since her experience in this area was minimal and she wanted to know exactly what he liked.
She took him into her mouth, relishing the salty, primal taste of him. He groaned, and she felt her female power, daring to look up at him from under heavy eyelids. His taste was like a drug, his mesmerizing eyes focused on her, hot, smoldering and intense. She felt empowered that she could give him such pleasure. She felt it through their connection and reveled in her ability to please him as he’d pleased her.
“Suck harder, ma petite. Use your teeth.” His words hissed out between his own lengthening fangs and the thought of it enticed her.
Vampires seemed to enjoy the slight rasp of their lover’s fangs in a way that she imagined would frighten off most human males. With an inner smile, she felt her teeth grow just enough to make her oral explorations of his hard cock…interesting. She scraped gently downward and licked his tight balls.
“Merde! I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
She didn’t heed the warning. She wanted to taste him fully, to know she’d given him pleasure. She focused on that thought so he could read it through their linked minds. His balls drew up and his cock tightened before he spurted down her throat.
She loved the flavor of him, so unlike the few mortal males she’d been with in this way. The feel of his emotions washing over her heightened the experience, his lust driving her own higher and feeding her senses. She swallowed every bit, licking her lips as he trembled in the aftermath.
When he calmed enough, he sank to the floor and drew her close. He was on level with her breasts and he paused a moment to salute them with his tongue before dragging her head down to his for a salty, wondrous kiss.
“You amaze me, mon coeur.”
“I amaze myself sometimes.” She tilted her head, smiling at him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? Such terms are too insipid to describe how it felt, but it’s your turn. Get on your knees, ma petite.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but did as he asked, moving to balance on all fours in the middle of the huge bed. He positioned himself behind her, entering her aching channel in one deep lunge that stole her breath. He began to move, driving her higher and higher with each impossibly deep stroke. One devious hand reached beneath her to tease her folds and the nub hidden within, and while she was gasping, he brought his other hand down in a hard smack against her fleshy ass.
She jumped and squealed, totally unprepared for the loud sound or sharp feel of his hand. None of her prior lovers had ever spanked her, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about it. That Marc would pick that particular fantasy out of her mind thrilled her. She could tell from the pure male satisfaction purring through their linked minds that he had enjoyed it every bit as much as she did.
“Have you been a bad girl?”
She smiled devilishly as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was so magnificent, he made her want things she’d never dared dream of before.
“I think I’ve been a very bad girl.”
He slapped her ass with a reproving look. “How do you address me?”
She drew a blank, so he tried a different tack after giving her another swat.
“What is my title?”
Understanding dawned as she smiled again. “I’ve been a very bad girl…Master.”
He growled in satisfaction as he moved more forcefully within her. He pounded into her deep, hard and fast, while raining hard, exciting smacks down on her delectable ass. She wouldn’t last long, he knew from their linked minds, and he planned to come with her when she exploded, but he needed one more affirmation first.
“You once said you call no man ‘master’. Did you lie to me?”
She gasped as she neared her peak. “Only you, my love. Only you, my Master.”
He let go then, jetting hard into her as she came around him with a scream of delight. Her ass was a lovely shade of pink he would remember always.
Long moments later, they drifted in the afterglow. He stroked her hair as she snuggled at his side.
“You’ve never been spanked before, have you, ma petite?”
She shook her head. “I thought you’d lifted that fantasy from my mind. You mean you didn’t know?”
He shrugged. “It was a lucky guess. So far you’ve been my perfect match in every way. No doubt you will like all the things I choose to do with, and to you.”
“I can’t wait.” Her voice was teasing, but her eyes were shy as she tucked her head into the curve of his neck.
“We have lifetimes of discovery ahead of us. First, we’ll get married and make our relationship legal in the eyes of your friends. Then we can work on the rest…for eternity.”
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Excerpt from Phantom Desires
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Chapter One
She woke, bleary-eyed, in that state where the mind is half-conscious but the body still believes it is asleep. She blinked several times, but sleep was winning. In the darkness, she thought she saw a man sitting in the antique chair at the side of her bed, watching her. He was utterly relaxed, and something about his stillness was confident and supremely masculine. Those impressions lasted even as her body won the fight with her semi-conscious brain, and she dropped back to sleep.
The next morning, the image of the man’s shape stayed with her. A dark outline of a man that frightened her almost beyond reason. It had seemed so real. Not like a dream image at all.
She was a capable, steady career woman not given to fits of imagination. Yet, she could have sworn she’d seen a man sitting in her bedroom, watching her sleep in the dark of the night. Was he a phantom? Some sort of spirit left by the former owners of the old Wyoming farmhouse into which she had just moved? Or merely a stray figment of her imagination?
Carly shook her head and tried to ignore the shivers coursing down her spine at the memory of the slightly sinister apparition. The house needed a lot of work, and there was only her to do it. She pushed back the strange memory in the cool light of day and went to work unpacking, moving furniture into place and cleaning house.
The phone rang unexpectedly on Wednesday afternoon while she was polishing the wood in the foyer of the old house. Carly usually worked nights and spent part of the days working on her fixer-upper house. Her friends knew her schedule and knew when to call, so most likely it was one of them. She picked up the receiver and smiled when she heard the voice on the other end of the line. It was Jena.
“Are you ready to come home yet?” her friend asked only half jokingly.
“Not yet, Jen. I’m actually really enjoying myself. This old house has character and the town is kind of nice. It’s good to get away from the hustle and bustle of California.”
Jena sighed. “Well, I guess you did need less stress in your life, but I hate that you’re so far away. We miss you at our monthly get-togethers.”
Jena was a doctor and the mother hen of their group. She worried about all of them—the old college study group that had evolved into lifelong friends. Three of them were married now. The others had chosen various careers to which they were devoted. Jena was a physician, Sally a detective and Carly had her own software business.
“Oh, come on. Christy hardly ever shows up at our dinners anymore and Lissa and Kelly only come for drinks now that they’ve got hunky husbands to get back to.”
“Exactly! Which is why we single girls can’t afford to lose touch.”
“I promise we won’t lose touch, Jen. Besides, you know you have an open invitation to come here and see my new place. There’s plenty of room and the local guys—from what I’ve seen—all fall into the big, brawny stereotype. Lots of ranchers out this way and real live cowboys.”
“Be still my fluttering heart.” Jena could be the queen of sarcasm at times, but Carly loved her all the same. “What about you coming home to visit us once in a while?”
“Jena, I’ve been gone less than a week!”
They both had a good laugh and caught up on the doings of their mutual friends before Jena got paged—which happened too often to Carly’s way of thinking. The stresses of city life had truly gotten to Carly, which was why she’d sought this radical change in lifestyle and pace. So far it was working. Her stress level was lower, as was her blood pressure. She hadn’t even told Jena about the new medication her doctor in town had prescribed. Jena would have had a cow. But the change in lifestyle was already making a dent, and she had a new doctor monitoring her health, which was already looking better.
She hung up the phone and started in on more restoration work. She could’ve hired a crew to do it, but she preferred to do it herself. She had wanted a hands-on project—which pretty much described the entire house—to give her something to do that was both relaxing and rewarding. She’d cleaned most of the house and was now working from front to back, restoring what she could along the way. If she found anything beyond her skill level, she’d call in an expert, but for now she was content to do what she could on her own.
On Friday night, after sleeping undisturbed for a week, a vivid dream once again assailed her. She was in a bedroom filled with lit candles, the spicy aroma of scented wax wafting sensually throughout the room. A strange man leaned over her naked body, caressing her with his eyes, followed by his strong, masculine hands.
“Bella, your skin is like warm satin.” His words whispered over her, thick with an accent she couldn’t place.
The stranger was handsome. Perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen, but she knew this more from impressions than any real vision of his face. It was nighttime in the dream and shadows from the tiny flickering flames played about his angular features like a lover’s touch.
He had a foreign air about him, from the cut of his shadowy hair to the thickness of his accented whisper. He watched her with a fiery hunger, and he was one with the darkness. Strangely, he seemed to know her, though she’d never seen him before in her life. She would have remembered him. Of that she was sure.
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Bianca D’Arc has run a laboratory, climbed the corporate ladder in the shark-infested streets of lower Manhattan, studied and taught martial arts, and earned the right to put a whole bunch of letters after her name, but she’s always enjoyed writing more than any of her other pursuits. She grew up and still lives on Long Island, where she keeps busy with an extensive garden, several aquariums full of very demanding fish, and writing her favorite genres of paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi romance.
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