But he could not touch her until she gave him permission.
Her fingers slipped through the silky strands of his hair to dig into the tense muscles of his corded shoulders. He felt the burn of her five fingernails down to his soul. She seemed to be crawling over him, climbing his large frame in order to ride him. He answered both of their silent pleas and clasped the backs of her thighs.
Zacharias lifted Mila and wrapped her legs around his waist. His movements were gentle and slow, totally at odds with the rough, relentless need blazing deep within him.
They groaned in unison when the full curves of her decadent figure were enfolded around him. Enveloped in her, Zacharias felt every shudder, every moan, every shiver that swam through her as he deepened the kiss, plunged his tongue deep into the inner recesses of her mouth to devour the woman who had somehow conquered his soul.
Mila broke off the kiss. “It hurts. Make it stop hurting,” she moaned against his parted lips. His gaze caught hers. A dark fire burned in her own gaze. She was on fire. Zacharias understood her pain. His cock was so hard it hurt when he breathed.
The air around them thickened and deepened with the passion swirling between their heaving bodies. Energy, ruthless and coarse, swam through the garden. Out of the corner of his eye, Zacharias noticed Mila’s camera hovered several inches above the ground. And it wasn’t the only item. Several fallen petals, leaves, and twigs drifted through the air around them. His gaze snapped back to Mila’s face. If he wasn’t mistaken, the fire in her eyes was blazing higher, brighter. She was a woman lost in her passion.
Her fingers skirted over the planes of his jaw, his cheek, before dancing upon his lips. “I want you, Zacharias. I need you.”
“Yes, Mila. Yes, Mistress,” he murmured before moving his lips over hers, sipping from her mouth, and lowering his body until her back pressed against the ground. He loomed over Mila, watching the satisfaction spread across her face the moment her body settled upon the grass.
He hissed through clenched teeth when her fingers slipped under his T-shirt to dance over the tense muscles of his abdomen. His belly jumped at her simple touch as the sensation of being explored sliced through him, settling deep in his balls. It had been so long since he had been with a woman. He could wait no more. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swoop. Discarded, it fell to the ground beside them.
His hands settled on the waist of her tight-as-skin jeans and worked the button and zipper until Mila was able to shimmy out of the barrier. She grabbed the bottoms and tossed them over her head before wrapping her legs around his waist and moving her hips, pelvis, and pussy against him. The thin fabric of her lace panties forced him to feel the demanding heat of her hot cunt. It scalded him.
Zacharias knelt and quickly pulled his jeans down his hips until his cock was bare. Five small, dark fingers curled around his dick, testing the width, sliding down the long length before moving up to allow one determined finger to swirl around the red, angry, bulbous head. Mila’s hot pink tongue darted over her bottom lip as she eyed him hungrily.
Her gaze lifted to his. She tightened her hold on him, almost painfully. All semblance of control slipped from him. Zacharias fell upon her, a man starved, denied sustenance for too long, in the midst of a succulent buffet he could not ignore. Her chuckle of joy drifted over their sweat- slicked bodies before evolving into a moan of satisfaction when his lips wrapped around the swollen bud of one of her blackberry nipples.
Hungry, Zacharias had pushed her shirt up until it was under her arms and pushed aside the molded cups of her bra so Mila’s heavy breasts were freed. He suckled her, using his mouth, his lips, his teeth until she was writhing and begging for something more.
Demanding satisfaction.
He turned to lave the second breast with the same ardent affection. Her fingers tightened in his hair. The wet heat of her cunt brushed across the sculpted muscles of his stomach. Her hand drifted between their slick bodies and slid beneath her panties. Her fingers moved over her sex. His hand circled her wrist. “That’s my job,” Zacharias murmured around his mouthful of breast. He kissed his way down her belly, over her pelvis, before he reached the mound of her pussy. Zacharias slowly moved the simply cut panties down her thighs, taking his time, intent on drawing out the pleasure of revealing her.
By the time he threw the drenched fabric away, Mila’s chest was quickly rising and falling with shallow breaths.
He stared at her bared flesh with hungry eyes, devouring the milk chocolate and strawberry tone of her cunt. He slowly parted the fleshy lips of her sex to reveal the darker, cherry color of her pussy. Thick cream coated her, making her slick, wet, and tempting. Zacharias slowly lowered his head and swiped his tongue down the length of her slit. Above him, Mila keened. She lifted her hips, pressing the heat of her pussy against his face, forcing her sex deeper into his mouth.
Zacharias gladly filled his senses with the taste of her desire, eating, licking, sucking, nipping, and biting her flesh. Mila shuddered above him just as he flicked his tongue against her clit. Two long fingers slipped deep between the folds of her cunt. The wet, slick heat there nearly singed him. She was so hot. So wet. So tight.
“By the gods.” He growled and withdrew his fingers. He surged back in, twisting them on the upthrust. Mila stilled beneath him for a moment. And then she convulsed, screaming, gasping. She lifted her hips for him, fucking his relentless fingers and he forced her higher and higher up the precipice of satisfaction. Mila came so hard for so long, Zacharias knew the image of her pleasure would be forever emblazoned in his mind.
She belonged to him. At least for the moment.
And he could not take his time enjoying the feel of her body clutching at his fingers anymore. Desire raked angry nails down his spine. No, Zacharias needed to feel her tight cunt clenched around his cock. He leaned up on one arm, grabbed a small package Hugo had given him earlier and fitted the thin sheath over his hard length. With one thrust he surged into Mila. Below him, her breath caught. Heart in his throat, he wondered if he had pressed her too hard. He mentally chastised himself for not taking his time to enter her. Then she wrapped those lovely legs of hers around his waist and lifted her hips, forcing him deeper into the depths of pussy.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, moved up the corded column of his neck, scraping as they went until her fingers framed the hard line of his clenched jaw. His gaze caught hers.
“Fuck me, Zacharias. Hard. Deep. Fast,” she growled through lips swollen and painted dark red from his kisses.
For a moment Zacharias was blinded by the passion that overtook him. The leash that kept his monstrous desires at bay snapped. Freed, he fell upon Mila and did her bidding, thrusting deep into her, filling her with the full length of his aching cock.
“Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes!” Mila moaned as he surged into her.
The slick sound of flesh sliding through moist flesh sliced through the air with every thrust, every withdrawal, every sweet caress. Her pussy fluttered around him insistently, stroking along the sensitive length of his cock, demanding that he give in to the allure of the satisfaction that hovered at his fingertips. Below him Mila moaned. “I’m coming. Dear God, I’m coming.” Her cunt clenched so painfully around Zacharias with the force of her powerful release, he found himself unable to ignore the lure of his climax. He pumped his hips harshly, thrusting his cock through the slick, tight walls of her sex as his orgasm tore through him.
For a moment darkness threatened, as the three-hundred-year-old release surged through him. With a heartfelt groan, the last shudders of his orgasm racked his body. Body limp, Zacharias barely managed to roll over, taking Mila with him. Exhausted, he fell asleep with her softly curved body pressed against his. He had never felt more content in his life.
Chapter Eight
Moment of Clarity
A small chuckle of delight slipped past his parted lips at the sight of the couple fornicating in the gardens. The Magician darted
a cautious glance around him at the sound. For a moment he didn’t realize it had come from him. Still, he shrank back into the foliage. Being spotted would definitely be a bad thing.
And so many good things had happened lately. He considered himself lucky that the human woman had the gift of telekinesis. The magnifying spell had elevated even that ability, allowing her to draw the king to her more easily.
It was becoming increasingly obvious the gods favored him.
They too understood the need for his action.
The time had come when humans and the un-naturals could no longer live in peace.
The time of war was upon them.
Why else would they have placed the perfect weapon to bring about the king’s downfall, if they did not want him to succeed? The sweet, intoxicating taste of victory was near. The Magician could not wait to drink his fill of it.
Chapter Nine
Dance of Seduction
Mila stared at her reflection in the mirror and wondered how she was going to get herself out of her current predicament. She was in dangerous territory and if she wasn’t very careful she would be pulled downstream in the current of her own desire. She felt her cheeks heat with the thought of just how potent her desire, her arousal, was.
The wet dream Zacharias had starred in had been almost unnatural with its intensity. She had woken up feeling satisfied and wet, drenched with sweat and the moist desire between her legs. Mila had been shocked and confused when she placed her hands against the swollen lips of her pussy to find that there was cream and semen smeared upon her skin.
She was still trying to figure out how the semen had gotten between her legs. The dream she remembered, but it was just a dream, right?
And then there was the wild, wicked sex in the garden. She suspected she had never come so hard in her life. Then they had repeated the deed. Despite the fact that she’d taken a shower, she’d been picking leaves, twigs, and other portions of the garden from her hair as recently as an hour ago.
“You look lovely, like a queen.”
Mila turned at the sound of Liana’s softly accented voice. She ran a trembling hand down the beautifully intricate front of her corseted dress. Goose bumps broke out on her skin as her fingers moved down the pale gold lacings that held up the bodice. The lightly boned creation pushed her bountiful breasts up and out. The whole outfit was not only gorgeous; its light and dark gold colors contrasted beautifully with her milk chocolate skin.
She looked, as her mother would say, like a girl who was asking for it.
And wasn’t she?
“This dress, it looks like it was made for Marie Antoinette herself. I better look lovely wearing this,” Mila said with a laugh. “This dress is gorgeous. Are you sure Zacharias won’t mind that I’m…”
“Zacharias’s own words were to ‘Give her whatever she needs to make her stay enjoyable.’”
“Oh.” She tried not to think of just how enjoyable he’d already made her stay. She doubted she would ever want to leave if he kept it up.
And what would be the harm in that?
She pushed away the thought and caught the other woman’s knowing gaze. Liana smiled. “And are you enjoying yourself?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Come,” Liana murmured, “we must join the festivities.”
Mila stood, leaving behind the comfort of the vanity table. She was not sure she was ready to participate in the party. She was not sure she was ready to be around Zacharias again. Mila hadn’t been around him since the episode in the garden.
She got nervous just thinking about what she would do if he touched her again.
Damn, she had it bad.
With shaky hands she put on the last article of her costume, placing the satin and ostrich feather mask over her dark eyes.
“I have to admit that I was a little shocked to find that you celebrate Halloween over here.”
“Black Moon Crescent
, that’s what we are actually celebrating. It just happens to fall on All Hallows’ Eve this year.” Liana shrugged. “So we’re celebrating Halloween, just a little early,” Liana said over her shoulder as she led the way out of Mila’s bedroom.
Mila was so preoccupied with her thoughts of Zacharias and the coming party that she didn’t notice until it was almost too late that she’d arrived. She almost plowed into Hugo.
His strong fingers grabbed her shoulders, biting into her skin, keeping her on her feet.
A dark, ominous sound ripped through the air.
Hugo smiled at her and stepped closer. “I’m rooting for you, my dear,” he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
When Hugo moved away, Mila saw that Zacharias was standing several feet behind him, and her dark giant did not look happy.
Her dark giant?
She stopped short at the thought. It had come naturally, too naturally. Things were moving way too fast, her emotions churning way too deeply, and she hadn’t even known the man more than a few days. Not that the fact had stopped her from sleeping with him.
She groaned inside. She was so screwed.
The dream had left her in such a state that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything but the chestnut-haired man with the devastating eyes that seared her soul.
The moment he had stepped into the garden she knew it was all over. She knew then that if he touched her, she would not be held responsible for her actions.
Mila had wanted Zacharias, yes! She was used to desiring men. She was, after all, a straight, contemporary woman. What she wasn’t used to was the feeling of needing any man.
And she had needed him then. The moment his lips had brushed against hers a wild, unchained fire had singed every doubt, every caution, every reluctant thought until all she had was her need and Zacharias.
As each moment passed, Mila felt like she needed Zacharias more and more.
She was driven to him.
She only hoped that she didn’t drive straight into a brick wall.
Mila stared into Zacharias’s eyes, breath panting as he moved through the thick crowd of celebrating villagers. She could feel her palms sweating as she watched him stride toward her. She curled her fingers into a fist.
“You look ravishing,” he whispered into the shell of her ear. Her skin tingled and burned with the soft caress of his breath. The emerald fire in his eyes ate her up, nibbling at her toes and following up until it reached her face. His gaze took in everything, the way the corset dress flared over her hips, cinched her waist, and emphasized her breasts.
He executed a sweeping bow, bending at the waist, making her heart flutter. “May I have this dance?”
Inside Mila was screaming “Hell yes,” but she managed to utter a polite, “Yes, you may,” as she took Zacharias’s outstretched hand.
She shivered the moment his fingers brushed against hers, as her nipples pebbled and her pussy flooded with creamy arousal.
Hell, they had already done it twice today and she wasn’t even remotely satisfied. He had created a monster.
Mila had never really considered dancing erotic. Bumping and grinding, yes, but the kind of polished dancing that characterized the waltz, no. But then again she had never danced the waltz before and she had never danced with a man who moved like Zacharias.
As she moved in his arms, her body pressed so intimately against his own hard frame, Mila realized why the matrons of dance halls had been outraged when the waltz first came to England. If the young girls had felt the way Mila felt, they would have been headed straight to the marriage bed, minus the permission of the church.
Mila took a deep breath and drank in the sensual, masculine scent that permeated the air around her. Her belly muscles clenched and her pussy moistened when she consumed that little part of Zacharias.
It was not enough. She wanted more.
Mila stepped forward, closing the small chasm that separated their heated bodies. “Zacharias, I need you,” she whispered softly against the beating pulse
at the base of his long, corded throat.
He jerked as if he’d been struck. The long, strong fingers against the small of her back tightened almost painfully. She could hear the soft fabric of her dress crushing beneath his hold.
“Do not tease me, Mistress,” he growled harshly.
Mila’s gaze snapped to his. The fire she saw there seared her soul and his words stroked over her skin.
Mistress?
He had called her that once, earlier. The title felt right, like it belonged to her, and only her. Yes, she was his mistress. She pushed aside thoughts of how he could know the words he had spoken in her dreams and stepped closer.
“I want you, Zacharias.”
An inferno blazed in his emerald eyes. He leaned low and whispered across her lips, “Be careful what you ask for, Mistress. You just might receive more than you bargained for.”
She smiled at his taunting words. If he wanted to play, she could play. She knew exactly what she was going to get from the gorgeous giant. And she wanted every hard inch. “I get exactly what I want.”
“Do you now?”
His deep, gravelly voice purred over her skin, making her already hard nipples ache. She was done playing with her mouse. This kitty wanted to feed.
“Come, slave,” she growled, pulling one thick wrist and dragging Zacharias deeper into the dark alcove that shrouded them.
“Mistress, I’m not so sure…”
Zacharias’s words broke off when Mila’s small hands pushed against his chest, pressing his back against the wall.
“This is a very good idea, Zacharias, or…don’t you want me?”
He pressed the lower half of his body against hers, allowing her to feel the heavy bulge between his thighs. “I cannot deny my desire.”
Her hand slid farther down his body, skirting over the firm muscles of his pecs, down the ridges of his six-pack abdomen, to settle above the straining cock his breeches couldn’t hide.
“I cannot, either.” Mila snatched back her hand, feeling as though she had been burned, and turned away. A few steps into the ballroom she turned and glanced over her shoulder. “Come, Zacharias. The party is about to begin.”
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