A little too roughly, Cam pulled Amanda’s gown up and over her head. She knew he could not wait another minute to feel her against him, and she too longed to be skin to skin. She made short work of the raw linen pants he wore and tossed them to the beach below.
Cam laughed at her sudden wantonness but then he saw her lying below him and was stunned anew by her beauty. It wasn’t just her physical beauty, although she was very beautiful. It was what was beneath that physical perfection that he adored. He saw the enormity of the love shining in her eyes just for him. It was the knowing that they had finally found each other.
Cam could not keep his hands off her. He wanted to lick and touch every square inch of her. His mouth moved to her neck, his tongue tasting her sweet skin as if for the first time. He could feel her pulse beating strongly and strained to keep his teeth from lengthening. He nibbled lightly at the flesh just inside her collarbone and Amanda gasped in delight. He licked along the column of her throat tasting the sweetness that was his Amanda.
As he nibbled and kissed, she turned her head, pressing her ear teasingly into the pillow. Cam’s throaty laugh filled the air as he took her chin and turned her head, looking deeply into her emerald eyes. He could feel her trembling with need. He swirled his tongue softly in her ear and then sucked the tiny lobe into his mouth, while sliding his teeth against the sensitive skin. He felt her shudder as the pleasure coursed through her and he groaned deeply.
Cam moved his mouth to her breasts and ran his tongue around them, lapping at the hard pearls of her nipples before taking each one into his mouth and sucking deeply. Her hips undulated against him as the tension built deep within her core. Amanda pled for release. As Cam’s teeth grazed the hardened peak of her nipple, Amanda cried out in ecstasy and grasped his head firmly against her chest. Cam could sense the moisture trickling from between her legs and the scent of her desire mixed with the sea air.
Cam was hanging by a thread as he felt her wet heat against his leg. The ache inside him was almost unbearable, but he had to be patient. Slowly he licked over the smooth plane of her tummy as he planted baby kisses around her belly button. Amanda laughed softly at his caresses, accepting his slow pace as he moved ever closer to her wet folds.
Cam’s lips covered her swollen cunt, taking all of her into the warm wetness of his mouth. He pulled and sucked gently at her sensitive labia with his mouth as the sounds of her ecstatic sighs filled his ears. The sweet taste that was only Amanda exploded on his tongue and he could not get enough. He devoured her, licking and lapping at her rapaciously.
As his tongue stroked inside her pussy, Amanda’s hips began to writhe and press against his mouth, searching for what she needed. His tongue was taut and probing but soft as he searched for and found her G-spot. Deeper and faster he moved, forcing her control to steadily slip away. She was screaming out her pleasure, her breathing quick and shallow. Cam replaced his tongue with two long fingers and fixed his mouth over her swollen clit, pulling and teasing it between his lips, sucking hard. She would find her pleasure before he even considered taking her.
Crying out in exquisite agony, she begged, “Cam, please I need, oh, I need—”
Cam groaned, wanting to give her everything and, as his teeth scraped against her tender flesh, he gave her what she wanted most. The intensity of her orgasm was almost enough to finish Cam, too. The metallic taste of blood was strong as he felt the sharp tips of his teeth cutting into the inside of his mouth as they dropped down. He could not hold on much longer. As he covered her with his body, he could feel the jerks and shuddering of her aftershocks flowing through her. He loved to feel her trembling beneath him, knowing how much she desired him, too. His cock was impatient as it danced in anticipation against her belly.
Amanda looked at him, a contented smile on her face. As Cam smiled back, she saw the sharp fangs pushing against his lips and she was unable to stop the fear from darting into her eyes.
She could see the worry of rejection in his eyes, but she could also see the soul of the man she loved. It was at that very moment she knew everything that she would ever need to know.
Cam whispered hoarsely, “I love you, Amanda. I will cherish you always.”
He looped his arms under her knees and lifted her hips. The smooth round head of his engorged cock pressed against the still pulsing opening of her core, drawing him deeper as the head slipped inside. Amanda groaned and he pulled back slightly. Again he pushed inside her, stopping as she flinched against the pinch of pain. He continued moving slowly in and out, watching her eyes. She whimpered softly as he pressed harder, but she met his gaze with passion and wanting. Amanda cried out at the flare of heat his flexing hips caused against her clit and circled her legs around his back, pulling him deeper. She looked into his eyes and smiled with a slight nod of her head. Pushing deeply, he broke through the last of her barriers and took her completely.
The pain was immediate and strong. Amanda felt the slow delicious burn as he stretched her completely. As he settled his weight carefully atop her, he pushed hard against her mound, grinding with abandon at the sensitive skin. His hardness filled her so completely as the coarse hairs surrounding his cock rubbed against her throbbing clit, the friction quickly replacing the pain with pleasure and bringing her swiftly to another explosive release. Her body ached in the most exquisite way and she wanted more. By instinct, she began to move, slowly sliding against Cam’s rigid shaft as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, her chin, and moved to her neck. Licking slowly at her pulse, he tasted her tender skin from shoulder to collar bone. He bent down and gently took her breast into his mouth. Suckling deeply, she could feel his tongue circling the nipple and making it even tighter. As her breathing quickened and another climax began to build, Cam sank his sharp teeth into her breast and forced his cock even deeper into her core, drinking deeply of her essence and fucking her in rhythm with his mouth.
With his teeth against her breast, she experienced the most intense sensations of arousal she had ever known. The sharp pinprick of his teeth took her to a place of pure and total bliss. Knowing that he was drawing her very soul into his own filled her with so much love and exploded in her core as an orgasm shook through her system. As her life force ebbed away, she was filled with peace, fulfillment, and a calm acceptance. Amanda knew she was dying, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the pleasure coursing through her veins. She heard the sounds of the waves fading as darkness threatened to envelop her.
Cam’s orgasm tore through him like a firestorm. Releasing his teeth from her breast, he cried out to the sky. His hips pulsed and thrashed, driving into her core as he filled her with his hot seed. Trying to slow his pounding heart, he breathed deeply, the sea air filling his nostrils. His abandon was complete and he was lost in the moment. A moment he did not have the luxury to spare once he realized Amanda’s lifeless form lay still under him.
He hesitated, knowing that he should be reacting, but somehow he could not make his body cooperate. Anguish filled his soul, the searing pain was immediate and all encompassing. What a fool I have been. I let my fear control my own selfish needs and now it is too late.
Cam dropped to his knees beside her as he pressed his fingertips into his skull. So many thoughts raced through his mind. He remembered the generosity of her love, a love he had not deserved. She had shown no fear as she gave herself to him completely. Once she made her choice, she never faltered. Why could he have not been that sure?
Biting savagely into his wrist, he let his blood wet her waxen lips. “C’mon, baby, drink, damn it!” Nothing happened.
He panicked and an angry howl burst from deep within his chest. For the first time in his life, he knew what truly mattered and the bittersweet realization had come too late. A piece of his soul had been ripped from him and he would never be whole again.
The small, delicate tip of Amanda’s tongue snaked out and lapped at his wrist. Slowly, she sucked hard
er as her strength grew. Greedily, she drank as he wept tears of joy.
Epilogue
Amanda had always dreamed of a Christmas Eve wedding. Candles illuminated the small chapel. Hundreds of red and white roses were woven through evergreen boughs and their heady perfume floated on the air. Uncle Vinnie was beaming as he walked her down the aisle, but she could also feel her father’s spirit close by.
When Cam lifted her handmade lace veil, everyone heard his sharp intake of breath. She knew she was glowing with a love that filled her heart and radiated from her soul. As she took his hand and they walked down the aisle as man and wife, she silently thanked the universe for granting her wish. The horse attached to the waiting carriage outside the chapel stomped his foot and whinnied softly as they climbed inside. The brief ride back to the house was spent wrapped in each other’s arms. Amanda knew they had a lifetime ahead of them, but it wouldn’t be enough to give him all the love she held inside. She kissed him deeply, savoring the quiet moment alone. Cam caressed her hair softly as the carriage jostled along the drive.
Once back at the house, they enjoyed a feast with their newly merged family. Christmas dinner had always been a big event for Amanda. Usually, planning and preparation got in the way of her enjoying it, but tonight was different. For the first time in a long time, she felt the magic of Christmas filling the house. Through the years, she had steadfastly refused to let family traditions fall by the wayside. Standing rib roast and Yorkshire pudding were a must, and everyone had to eat a bite of Christmas pudding whether they liked it or not.
Her family and friends had laughed when she bought such an enormous house, wondering what she would do rambling around all alone in there. But it was her home and she loved being there. Tonight, as she looked at the large group gathered around her table, she saw everyone she loved most.
Her sister, Megan, laughed at Peter as he bounced Rufus on his knee. Lilah sat close by, her hand draped across Peter’s shoulder possessively. Fenny held an animated conversation with Gavin and Brita’s twin daughters and, with the help of an antidote to Fenny’s poison, a pregnant and glowing Elise looked on.
Loki seemed to be arguing with Astrid about something, but a quick kiss to her cheek proved it was just another part of their volatile and enduring love. Amanda’s mother was lecturing Helena about finding a man, causing Uncle Vinnie’s boisterous laughter to fill the room. Freya sat quietly at the head of the table smiling with pride, her eyes shining with tears.
Amanda shook her head, thinking about all of the changes that had taken place in the last few months. She had envisioned many things for her life over the course of her years, but never had she imagined anything remotely close to this. She was saddened to think about eventually losing the ones she loved, but she knew her immortality had come with a price. She loved her whole strange and wonderful family—old and new, mortal and immortal. Some of her most favorite traditions would be replaced by new ones as the two families grew.
Yes, she was home for Christmas just as Cam had promised, but as she looked across the table and saw his eyes watching her with so much love, she knew that home would always be wherever they were together.
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Dream Strokes
by
Desiree Holt
Subliminal suggestion or the magic of love…
Who is this man invading Erin Sullivan dreams, the lover who plays her body like a musical instrument, who knows exactly how to make love to her, to draw out her responses, to take her to unbelievably sensual heights? Is he real or just a figment of her imagination?
Dallas Clark wonders the same thing, as each night a raven-haired beauty infiltrates his dreams, giving her body freely, taking him to sensual planes he’s never achieved before. And why does she seem so familiar?
Are the spirits of a frolicking merman and a mischievous water nymph reaching beyond a painting in a local gallery? Or has unknowingly sharing the same isolated beach freed two lonely souls from their flesh and blood prisons to unit?
Chapter One
The gallery was packed, a tribute both to the owner and the quality of the paintings on display. Erin Sullivan sipped at her champagne and glanced over the crowd. Year-rounders and summer residents both stood in groups chatting, sampling the refreshments, and admiring the exhibit.
“Georgia outdid herself, don’t you think?” Erin’s sister, Mimi, had worked her way over from the far corner of the area.
“She worked damn hard to do it, too,” Erin agreed. “But look at this crowd. She’s off to a huge start.”
Georgia Ramsey was a long-standing client of the accounting firm Erin and Mimi owned. The gallery was a new venture she’d started with part of her divorce settlement and a lot of nail-biting.
Mimi chuckled. “I guess knowing you can afford to fail makes a big difference.”
“Maybe. But it still took a lot of guts.”
“Who do you suppose that hunk is she’s talking to?” Mimi glanced over Erin’s shoulder to where Georgia was in earnest conversation.
Erin turned her head to follow the path of Mimi’s gaze. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his muscular body outlined beneath a navy blazer and grey slacks. His back was to Erin and his head was bent close to Georgia. From the woman’s smile, Erin could tell he was giving her his undivided attention.
Why not? If I had a man like that, I’d smile at him, too. “Don’t know. I wish he’d turn around so I could see what the rest of him looks like.”
“You can always feast your eyes on the hottie in this painting.” Mimi gestured to the huge watercolor hanging in front of them.
A merman and a sea nymph were frolicking in the water, splashing each other, a wave curling around them. There was a magical, mystical quality about the painting that almost made it come to life. The nymph had long raven-black curls that draped over one breast, leaving the pink flesh of the other glistening with water. Her full lips curved in a sensual smile as she playfully splashed her lover. Her face was alive with pleasure, her wet breasts thrust toward the merman.
Like the stranger talking to Georgia, the merman was tall and his body well-defined, his rugged face framed by thick tawny hair that brushed his shoulders. Droplets of water clung to the golden hair on his muscular chest. His eyes were the color of the sea and filled with a wicked combination of laughter and lust. The waves frothed around his hips, concealing what she was sure was a magnificent cock.
Looking at it from a certain angle, Erin had the strangest feeling he was staring not at the nymph but at her. The hand splashing water at his lover seemed to reach out from the canvas instead and beckon to her.
For a moment, she was jealous of the laughing nymph who’d captured this superb creature of the sea. Embarrassingly, her nipples hardened and her panties were unbelievably soaked. Her thighs slid together, slick with the evidence of arousal. Sensations of pleasure skittered over her body, and her skin flushed with heat.
Holy crap! Was she in such bad shape that a painting could arouse her that way? She glanced at Mimi, hoping she hadn’t noticed her reaction, but her sister’s lips turned up in a hint of a knowing smile. Erin blushed and turned away.
“You should make Alan buy it for you,” Mimi told her. “As an apology for behaving like such an ass.”
Erin made a face. “The only thing I want from Alan is his total disappearance from my life.”
The disaster of her almost-wedding still loomed over her like a black cloud. She wondered if she’d ever be rid of the image of her fiancé doing the horizontal tango with another attorney in his office—on
top of his desk! God, how she regretted walking in that day. No secretary in front to derail her impromptu visit, only the two bodies writhing and grunting on a wide expanse of polished mahogany.
They hadn’t even seen or heard her at first. It was only when she actually made herself walk up to them and drop her engagement ring on Alan’s clenched buttocks that they became aware of her.
If she hadn’t been so mad, she would have laughed at the two naked figures jerking and rolling to the floor, scrambling for clothes. And Alan, the ass, chasing her down the hallway, waving that damned ring. Her last bit of satisfaction was biting his fingers as he tried to jam them into the closing elevator doors.
“Are you sure you want to hang out by yourself right now?” Mimi asked, studying her with concern. “It isn’t good for you to be alone.”
“Absolutely. I’m fine. I don’t think I could handle anyone’s company right now. Not even yours, my darling sister.”
“Well.” Mimi shrugged. “If you say so. It was nice of Donald to give you a break on the cottage rental.”
Donald Mattucci, another client, owned four cottages on a secluded area of Palmetto Beach. Lucky for her he happened to have one vacant at the moment.
“Yes,” Erin agreed. “I like the way his cottages have their own secluded beach area. That suits me fine right about now.” Her mouth lifted in a quirky grin. “How can I possibly be alone with you calling me three times a day?”
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