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.
Connor looked up from between her
legs, enjoying the smile on Daphne’s face. Need still beat at him. His jeans
were painfully tight; he could bear the constriction no longer. Removing them,
he groaned with pleasure as his engorged dick sprang free, full and ready.
Connor crawled slowly, purposefully, up the bed, like a stalking predator ready
for the kill. He admired the sight of Daphne, still twitching with aftershocks
from his skillful, ‘Tongue Lashing.’
Pressing his body against hers, he
claimed her mouth again. Her thundering heart beat like a drum roll preceding
the final act of his performance.
Connor pulled away and looked deep
into her eyes. A glint of happiness sparkled there and he savored the fact that
he was the one to give it to her.
“Daphne, I have never wanted a
woman as I do you right now.” He meant these words; this was not the rehearsed
speech of his trade and he wanted her to know this. She was special to him. Her
injured soul had called out to him, and he wanted nothing more than to make her
whole again. He could spend eternity lavishing affection on her if it took that
long to make her believe she deserved it.
Her glassy, unfocused eyes met his.
She was lost in a state of pure euphoria. He pressed the thickness of his hard
cock against her thigh and watched the reaction on her face. She smiled
serenely with that goofy, crooked grin he was beginning to love.
“I want you, Daphne. I need you.”
He adjusted, pressing the tip of his engorged dick against her opening. Daphne
was hot, wet and ready for him to claim.
“Take me,” she said softly.
Connor teased at her ready pussy
with small thrusts, allowing only the swollen head of his cock to push inside.
Daphne lay ready, legs spread wide
for him, but he sensed something was wrong. He studied her face. Her eyes were
now closed tight, and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her hips rose
slightly, moving closer to meet Connor’s. He pulled back denying her the feel
of his cock.
She let out a small cry in protest
but did not open her eyes to look at him. He sensed she still held back, that a
part of her was still hiding from enjoying all he had to give.
“Daphne, open your eyes. Look at
the desire you bring out in me.”
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Daphne enjoyed all Connor had done
to her tonight, but a lingering fear stuck in her mind. She could accept him
claiming her body, a surprising feat she never thought she would be able to do.
But she could not face him. A small part of her worried. What if she looked up
and saw displeasure, boredom, or disgust in his eyes? She didn’t want to face
the unhappy look that he might have at her lack of expertise. The look Ken had
often given her. Connor was clearly a pro. He did things to her that made the
earth move and caused her body to shatter into a million tiny fragments of
pleasure. But what if she could not make him feel the same?
Connor bent down to her and placed
another gentle kiss on her lips before whispering into her ear, “You bring me
pleasure just by allowing me to be with you. I want you to see how wonderful
you make me feel. Please open your eyes. Share this with me. This one simple
act will send me over the boundaries of ecstasy.”
Oh
God, he has all the right words. Could they really be true? Daphne fought
against the fear. Her eyes cracked open. Slowly she looked up to his masculine
chest and the thick collar around his neck. Her breath caught in her lungs as
she inched her gaze up, past his neck to his gorgeous lips. A beautiful, content
smile was on his face. She bit at her lip again and looked further up to
finally meet his eyes.
He gazed lustily down at her. She
felt the swollen tip of his cock again pressing gently against her opening. He
nudged forward just enough to allow the tip to enter her.
She gasped a breath, blinked, and
fought against the need to close her eyes.
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