House of Immortal PleasuresCopyright © 2010 by Katie SalidasThis book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantialsexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
Daphne hummed under her breath. Her
body reacted with urgent demands at the touch of his soft lips. Her pulse
quickened and flames of need danced through her veins, igniting her blood.
She should stop him. She needed to
stop him, but Daphne enjoyed the soft caressing kisses at her neck too much to
protest. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the word. . . stop.
Connor had melted her scarred heart
with his sweet words. They reverberated in her head, ‘I want to pretend I am good, and deserving enough, to be here with you.’
Those words worked like black
magic, soothing her pain, stirring up wanton feelings she had fought to ignore.
He was like Prince Charming in a fairy tale, sweeping her off her feet with
promises of a happily ever after.
Ken had never been so kind. He’d
never called her a good woman.
Could
Connor really mean these things? No one has ever spoken like this to me before.
Damn he’s good.
Fire raced through her blood; each
kiss from Connor further fanned the flames of desire. The thick rod of his
erection pressed into her back as she rested against him. Warmth pulsed between
her legs. Moisture slowly soaked through her panties. Daphne’s body cried out
for more, making sexual demands in her mind, treacherously overpowering her
rational senses. He was seducing her, his touch, his words, and those soft
lips.
Oh
God! Could it really be as sweet as he had said? Could I really allow another
man to be intimate with me again? Is this real or just pure fantasy?
Daphne didn’t know if she cared
anymore. There were no answers, only the screaming need of her body. Not even
B.O.B., and a full pack of double A’s, could satiate the demands her body was
making now. Only the soft caress of lips, skin-to-skin contact, and body heat
would satisfy. What she had feared most was beginning to happen. She was giving
in.
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Connor continued to peck gentle
kisses on her neck. He enjoyed the jump of her heart and the soft cooing sounds
she made in response. He dared to push the limits further by nibbling at her
pulse, tempting himself in the process. His body cried out for her and his need
for blood whispered, Bite her. His
reward was a loud sigh of pleasure. His hand slowly glided up from her lap.
Gentle feather-soft touches of his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her neck
and partially-exposed chest.
He fidgeted with the buttons on her
shirt, undoing them to remove the thin, cloth barrier preventing him from
exploring the tender flesh of her soft breasts. Finally unbuttoning her blouse,
he snapped open the front clasp of her lacy bra and cupped a swollen breast in
his hand.
Need beat at him with unrelenting
urgency. He desperately wanted to taste her. He lapped at her neck, his tongue
finding the pulsing vein.
Daphne shuddered, letting out a
gasp as his teeth sank into her soft flesh. Connor massaged her swollen
breasts, working her nipples into hard nubs as he fed slowly from the fountain
of her neck.
Her blood was warm and rich; a
honey-sweet elixir, tasting every bit as good as he had imagined it would. He
savored the flavor as it flooded his mouth. He could have drunk her dry; the
thick blood was like liquid ecstasy. He knew better, though. Connor was not a
young fledgling anymore. Time had given him better control over his urges. A
taste, a sip, was all that he needed to sustain himself. Any more and he might
run the risk of making another mistake, like he had with Adrienne.
With a sweep of his tongue, he
closed the pinpricks of his fangs, leaving no trace of his indulgence, and
kissed the tender flesh of her neck.
Connor released her breasts,
sending one hand trailing down to her tight jeans. With a quick jerk, he opened
her button-fly and reached down, under her lacy panties, to her warm folds,
already wet with desire.
Daphne gasped as his finger found
her clit. Her body arched in response, her ass rubbed against his swollen
erection, packaged tightly in his jeans. The movement caused a white-hot streak
of pleasure to surge through him.
He teased and massaged her breasts
with one hand while the other slowly dipped into her wet opening. Pecking
kisses just below her ear, he used every available resource to masterfully
manipulate her body into a pleasurable frenzy.
She moved and slithered in his lap, responding to his
every touch. The friction of her body, writhing against the stiff erection
tenting his jeans, was pure erotic sensuality that served to return the
pleasure Connor was giving Daphne, right back to him.
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