The Bewitching Hour

by Vivi Anna

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  Licking her lips, she nodded. Her throat was too dry to form any words. She didn’t think she’d be too coherent, anyway, so it was for the best that she didn’t speak.

  Slow, like a meandering stream of cool water, Hector spread his hands across her thighs. He started to move them, massaging her flesh. Tortuously, he inched closer and closer to her warm, aching center. It was a delicious torment.

  Until finally, gloriously, he rubbed his thumbs across her sensitive femininity. On a moan, she parted her legs for him, giving him easier access to her, allowing him entrance to her most intimate parts.

  With soft, gentle strokes, he opened her up. She knew she’d be hot and wet for him, with an eagerness she’d be unable to hide. There was no disguising the hard, aching desire she felt for him. It vibrated through her body, over her flesh. Deep inside, she throbbed for his touch. She clenched her hands on the handrail as warm puffs of Hector’s breath blew across her flesh. Sucking in a deep breath, she prepared for what was going to come next. Gently, slowly, he covered her with his mouth. And she thought she’d come right there and then. “Oh, good goddess,” she panted.

  He stroked her with his tongue. From one end to the other, his tongue lapped at her slick cleft, stopping only to circle the tip of his tongue around her most sensitive pleasure spot. She gasped as he manipulated her again and again. It wouldn’t take much more for her to crash over the climatic edge.

  And just when she didn’t think she could take any more, he slid one thick finger deep inside. She clenched her jaw and clamped her eyes shut again. She could feel the first hard flutters deep in her belly. She was so close, so excruciating close to orgasm, that she could barely stand it.

  Maybe sensing she was near, Hector pushed her thigh up with one hand, holding her open against the wall of the elevator. He increased the flow of his strokes both with his tongue and with his fingers. He slipped another finger inside her and pumped her hard. Swirling his tongue around, he clamped down on her nub, sucking on it.

  It was then she could feel the fierce, crushing wave of orgasm taking her under. Squeezing the muscles in her belly and thighs, she came in a loud, glorious rush.

  “Oh, goddess!” She moaned.

  Her legs could barely support her weight and she felt like she was falling. But Hector was there to catch her. He held her still and pressed against the wall as release surged over and through her like white blinding walls of water, over and over until she could barely breathe.

  “I got you, baby,” Hector crooned to her as he released his hold on her thighs and let her legs slide together slowly. He dropped the hem of her skirt and stood, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her close.

  As if drugged, she snuggled into his warmth and grinned. “That was, ah, that was, remarkable.”

  He chuckled. “For me, too.”

  She looked him in his eyes and saw so many things there. Raw, open emotion she’d not seen often on a man’s face. This made her admire Hector even more. He was so strong and sexy, a man’s man, but he wasn’t afraid to show his vulnerability.

  With a shudder, the elevator started to move again.

  Hector smiled. “Where are we going now?”

  “My room?”

  Within minutes, it stopped at Fiona’s floor and the door slid open.

  He retrieved his jacket from the railing, and hand in hand they stepped off the elevator and walked down the corridor to Fiona’s room. Neither one of them talked. They didn’t need any words to communicate.

  She slid the card key into the locking mechanism and the door buzzed open. With a grin and a full heart, she grabbed his tie in one hand and pulled him through the door.

  As they came into the room, Fiona didn’t bother with the lights. She knew without a doubt that they’d go out soon enough. Everything shorted out on her, especially when she experienced emotion. And right now, her reactions were at their highest, most intense level.

  Instead, she formed a ball of witchlight in her hands and set it floating free. It bobbed around in place, basking the room in a soft emerald light.

  “Sexy,” Hector said, but the way he was looking at her, she didn’t think he was talking about the light.

  He set his suit jacket on the back of a chair and stepped toward her. Little shivers raced over her arms and legs at the way he was moving toward her. Predator-like. A graceful stalking of one’s prey. If she didn’t already know he was human, she might’ve thought he was lycan.

  With every step he took forward, she took one backward. After a few minutes they’d managed to dance their way across the main living room and into the bedroom. She stopped only when the backs of her legs bumped into the mattress of the bed.

  Smiling, he closed the distance between them and cupped her face in his wide, strong hands. He stroked his thumb over her lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  She blushed, not used to a man’s compliments. And the way he said it, she had no doubt that he meant it. He was not someone who used false flattery to get what he wanted. He was honest and true. She had seen that right away with him.

  “So are you.” She stroked her fingers over his chest, playing with his tie. She had a desperate urge to tear it off him and find the raw passion underneath its stuffy exterior.

  And so she did just that.

  She unknotted the tie and slowly pulled it out from the collar of his shirt. His eyes darkened to night as she tossed the tie to the side. He liked her playfulness. He was the first man she’d felt comfortable around enough to let down her guard and let her inhibitions go. She felt completely free with Hector.

  Now that his tie was gone, Fiona felt frantic to touch him, to run her hands over his hot, hard flesh. Deftly, she undid the buttons on his shirt, then ripped it from his pants and tore it down his arms. She’d been right about his body being powerful. He was built with hard, rippling planes. She ran her fingers over his muscles, reveling in the way his skin felt under her fingers. Soft, smooth, yet like hot iron.

  His chest was sprinkled with coarse, dark hair and she played her fingers through it. Then she followed the line of it down his sternum to the flat plane of his stomach. The dark hair disappeared just below his navel under the band of his pants. She wanted to follow that path, desperately.

  Maybe he read her mind, or maybe he had his own plans, but Hector’s hands went to the button on his pants and he undid it for her. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper, making sure she was watching every single tortuous second of it.

  When that was done, he circled her with his arms and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. She sighed into him, and he deepened the kiss, pressing her close. He moved his hands up and down her back, caressing her through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands rested at the clasp in the back of her dress. He undid it and slowly pulled the zipper down.

  Fiona trembled in his arms as she let the dress fall to the floor. She stood before him braless and panty-less, completely naked, as her panties were still in his jacket pocket. He stepped back to look at her. Another time with another man, she might’ve had the urge to cover herself from his hungry gaze, but not with Hector. She let him take in his fill of her, glorying in the way his gaze made her feel.

  “You bewitch me, Fiona. You have from the second I saw you.”

  He took off his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. Fiona’s gaze went to the hard length of him. He was beautiful to her. Together, they went to the mattress, lying down side by side, his erection pressing against her thigh.

  He kissed her. Lifting his hand, he cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his fingers while he stroked her with his tongue. It was a beautiful, beguiling kiss. One that made her breathless.

  Fiona moaned into his mouth and trailed her hand down his body. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it with firm strokes until he gasped aloud. She rolled him over and lay on top of him, eager for him. Pressing kisses to his chin and neck, she trailed her tongue over his pulse
points and up to the lobe of his ear. She sucked it into her mouth while she continued to caress him.

  “I’m hungry for you.”

  Straddling him, she moved down his body. He was rock hard in her hand again as she lowered herself. Inch by exquisite inch, he filled her up. She held him still within her, as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, enjoying the way his hard muscles felt under her palms.

  Watching his face, she contracted the muscles of her sex, squeezing him tightly within her velvet walls. She marveled over every flicker and grimace of emotion that flashed over his sexy, handsome face. His eyes were as black as pitch as his gaze stayed on her.

  He reached up and molded her breasts in his hands, squeezing and flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Fiona arched her back as waves of pleasure swept over her. She began to move up and down on him, squeezing her muscles with every movement.

  When she quickened her pace, his beautiful face contorted with strain. She could tell that he struggled for control. That he was quickly losing it as she took him up and over. Who knew she possessed such power over a man like him?

  Hector moved one hand down to where they joined. He circled his fingers over her, finding her clit with expert ease. He stroked it firmly, pushing her toward another intense climax.

  Fiona grabbed hold of his shoulders as she moved faster, harder, propelling them both to the edge. As the first peak of release swelled inside, she dug her nails into his flesh. Moaning in pure pleasure, she pushed down on him, filling herself completely with his hot male flesh.

  He pressed one more time on her pleasure center and sent her spiraling over the edge. She collapsed forward over his body, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and held on as she spun down into ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, and with one final thrust, he reached his own release.

  “Dios. Dios,” he murmured as he ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing her tight.

  When she could finally breathe, Fiona raised her head and looked into Hector’s face. His eyes were closed, but he was grinning. It made her smile, and she traced her fingers over his lips. He kissed the tips of each one.

  “Are we still alive?” he asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. “We are very alive.” She snuggled down into the crook of his arm and rested her head on his chest. His arm came up around her and pulled her close.

  She played a finger through his chest hair, and listened to his heart. It was beating hard, as was hers. They were in synch. Fiona was a firm believer in harmony. And she believed that despite all the little mishaps that had happened to keep them apart, fate had finally aligned just for them.

  “I will start looking for a new place tomorrow,” she said as she circled a finger over his chest.

  “In Necropolis, I hope.”

  “Yes.”

  Hector pressed a kiss to her forehead, and murmured against her skin, “Need some help? Surprisingly, I have a great eye for real estate.”

  “I’d love some—for now and forever.”

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  ISBN: 978-1-4268-4529-1

  The Bewitching Hour

  Copyright © 2009 by Vivi Anna

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