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Excerpt:
The man’s deep voice drew her back
from her thoughts. “And we shall begin today.” He righted the
fallen chair, sat down and when the robe settled, her eyes
riveted to the site between his thighs where the robe tented. As
she watched, the tent rose higher and higher and arched until
its tip touched his stomach. He followed her gaze and when her
head lifted, he smiled with so much sensuality that heat flowed
and ebbed in repeated waves from her neck to her face. “Come
here,” he commanded softly. “I would accept your gift right
now.”
She finally
realized what she had offered to the immortal.
She quivered—with
fear, with shame, with embarrassment. She knew what sex was in
theory but she had never been tempted. She had been filled with
lofty ideals of wanting her first experience to be with the man
she loved. But no such man had ever come and then Elisha had
gotten sick and all Esmeralda’s time had been filled with taking
care of her sister and her nephew. Now she felt cheated and a
tiny core of anger started to burn in her. A moment later, it
deflated, because no one had forced her to do this. She was the
one who had offered it as the price for the Life-Bringer.
Nothing mattered
but her sister.
Her hands fell to
her sides and she shuffled toward him on her buttocks, careful
to keep her knees drawn up and covering as much of her breasts
and pussy as she could. Halfway across the bed, she risked a
glance at him from beneath her lashes and her breath caught at
the flash of sympathy that softened the fierce features of his
face. He watched her with hooded eyes, yet she sensed infinite
patience in his stance.
A moment later,
she was standing before him, her hands covering her breasts and
pussy in embarrassment. He took hold of her hands and drew them
to her sides. His sharp, indrawn breath pulled her gaze to his
face and her heart skittered at the intense lust and admiration
in his eyes. “Beautiful,” he said hoarsely as the back of his
hand trailed reverently from the wide flare of her hips up her
small waist to the heavy weight of her breasts. “Smooth…and such
creamy skin… A prize indeed.”
He tugged her
closer to stand between his legs. He pressed his mouth to her
stomach and his thick green hair tickled the undersides of her
full breasts. Unexpectedly, she moaned. She hadn’t anticipated
the soft, sensuous feel of his hair on her bare skin, or the
hot, moist touch of his mouth, which was now mobile and sucking
her flesh. A shaft of lust lanced through her and ended in her
pussy, which dripped and clenched with need.
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