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 groaned, frustrated at his sudden withdrawal.
Her body screamed for release. How could he just pull away like that?
Her head shot up. Like a wild animal, she fixed him with a predatory gaze. “Oh, that’s just not fair. Come back here.”
She shocked herself with the demand that had escaped her mouth. This wasn’t like her. She’d never demanded anything like this before. Daphne smiled inside at her own courage.
He casually sat back in the tub, maintaining eye contact. His eyebrow arched and he smiled showing his fangs behind his lips. She knew he was daring her to make her move.
“If you want it, come and get it,” he said and winked.
Primal need overcame any rational thought. Her body demanded another release. Her body demanded him. She needed his thick, velvety cock inside her, filling her. Heat pulsed between her legs so hard she felt she would die of want.
Controlled by her own desires, she rose gracefully before Connor. His eyes remained locked on hers. His chest rose and fell with a deep, satisfied breath.
His arousal was clear. The tip of his hard cock broke the surface of the water.
Daphne slid onto his lap, letting out a soft moan as she impaled herself on his thick length. As they joined, a loud groan of approval rumbled in Connor’s throat.
She felt a strange, new sense of power and liked it. Daphne shocked herself with how sexy she felt demanding satisfaction, and taking it. She bent her head to claim his mouth, thrusting her tongue into his and slowly rocked her body.
Connor’s hands found her hips, guiding her into the rhythm that would send them both over the edge. Together they spiraled into the heavens as the climax rushed through their bodies.
The water had cooled to a lukewarm temperature before they moved again. Their lovers’ embrace was so pure and sensual, Daphne didn’t want to end it and face the emptiness that would come from separating their bodies.
“Thank you for sharing this night with me,” Connor said softly. “You are a special woman.”
Daphne smiled. “I wish it could last longer.”
“I am happy to hear you say that.”
They rose from the tub, wrapping thick, red towels around themselves. Connor looked at a clock hanging on the wall. His shoulders slumped and his face became serious. His carefree grin faded into a grimace. “Unfortunately, it is getting late. I have other business to attend to.”
Daphne frowned, and turned away. “Yeah. Right, I understand.” She’d avoided the thought that he was a paid man of the night. Sadness crept into her mind. She didn’t want to think of this being just an act. She wanted it to be as special as he had told her it was.
Connor’s hand rose to her chin, tilting it up so that she was forced to look at him. “You don’t understand. Dawn will be here soon. I must speak with Alexander. I promise, there are no other ladies I wish to service. I meant what I said. You are special to me.”
Daphne feigned a smile and walked away, to hunt for her clothes.
“I would love to see you again sometime,” Connor said.
“Yeah, maybe.” Daphne’s voice did not hide the disappointment and shame she felt for believing it was real. She quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail.
After they had both dressed, Connor walked Daphne to the door. “I know it’s hard to believe. But I meant every word I said to you.”
With a gentle kiss, he let her leave.
His last parting words to her held little comfort. He had such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke them, but she knew no matter if there was truth or not, he was a man of the evening, and could never be anything more to her than that.
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