Deep IsThe Night: Haunted Souls

by Denise Agnew

  No. His mind spoke to hers as he stopped dancing. He cupped her face and captured her gaze. Heart rose in his dark eyes and flickered like flames in a hearth. Don’t let the past come between us.

  She placed her hands over his and drew upon the tenderness shining through the staggering desire she saw within his gaze. Before she could doubt again he covered her mouth with his.

  Eager, she relaxed into his touch, ready for a final showdown between their bodies. His lips moved with slow exploration. His tongue dipped, tasting the tip of her tongue with slight licks that enticed and teased.

  Taste me, his mind whispered. Feel me deep inside you.

  Yes. Oh yes.

  This time she didn’t want him planting the suggestion of sexual play in her mind. She wanted his naked body buried inside her.

  When she shivered with longing he broke the tender kiss and spoke softly against her lips. “Now.”

  Liquid rushed warm and slick and dampened her panties. He inhaled deeply and instinct told Clarissa he’d scented her arousal.

  “Mmm.” He closed his eyes and drew in another breath.

  His lips traveled to her ear, his words whispered dark and seductively deep. “Open all to me. Let me see you. All of you.”

  Without hesitation she stepped back from him and reached for the hem of her sweater. She pulled it over her head and tossed the garment aside. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, eager beyond words to comply. Her nipples went hard and tight as his gaze touched them.

  His stare assessed her with pleasure, his lips parting and eyes gleaming with feral hunger. Her breasts felt larger, higher, taut with a desire for his caress.

  Finally he did. He cupped her in his large hands. Every stroke around her nipples, every gentle squeeze sent a sweet, stinging need deep between her legs. She hungered for his kiss.

  He released her breasts. Take what you want.

  At his urging she leaned in and twinned her arms about his neck. Their mouths met and the kiss turned fierce. Tasting, melding, blending. His lips moved over hers ravenously in response. His mustache tickled her, but with an intense brush that heightened her yearning. To feel more of his masculinity, she palmed his hair-rough jaw.

  Without indecision she sought a deeper meeting and the continual sweep of his tongue over hers sent wildfire into her veins and joy into her soul. His kisses searched and coaxed all her fantasies to life, even those she hadn’t known she possessed. He drew back and his expression went from sultry to lightning hot.

  As if he could no longer contain himself, his hands worked at her waistband and with two quick movements her jeans came undone. Then, with a grip that surprised her, he jerked and her jeans ripped at the seams.

  She gasped and her eyes widened. Excitement mixed with total shock. “Ronan Kieran.”

  He laughed, enjoyment at her surprise dancing in his gaze. Her jeans fell to the floor in a torn heap.

  His nostrils flared and his lips parted. “I’ll buy you a dozen others.”

  Then with another faster than light movement, he tore her white cotton hip-hugger panties right off her ass.

  Waves of desire rippled through her as he cupped her naked ass and drew her against him. He stroked her already sensitized skin and she quivered.

  His lips traveled down her throat, kissing and licking. Cupping one breast lightly, he tested her skin with feather light touches. Aroused beyond all belief, she writhed in his hold. Gently he gripped her nipple between thumb and finger and pinched. She moaned as he continued the torturous movement, a steady delight that made her squirm in his grip. Then to make the sensation more excruciatingly wonderful, he reached between them and trapped both nipples between his caressing fingers. As he whispered into her ear, he massaged the tight buds with persistent but sweet twisting and plucking.

  You like that, sweet colleen?

  Do I like it? God, yes.

  With relentless strokes he continued to torture her nipples. Ripples of pleasure scorched her veins. She saw the brilliant flash of his smile as he leaned down and took her between his hot lips. She gasped and leaned back as he cupped her breast and his tongue danced over her hardened flesh. Uncompromising, he switched to the other breast and flicked over the tip until she moaned. Hot, wet, the sensation of his tongue making coarse sweeps across her aching nipples drove her into a mindless state. She plunged her fingers into the thick, cool strands of his hair and held on for the ride. Persistent, he stroked and suckled until she thought she’d go mad.

  Seconds later he growled low in his throat and gazed at her. She’d never seen a man’s expression as molten, as full of desire as Ronan’s and she knew she never would see another man look at her quite this way.

  As if she belonged to him.

  At one time the thought might have rankled. Hell, two days it would have pissed her off. Now it made her wet with lust and a thirst deep in her cunt that begged to be quenched by his body alone.

  He backed her slowly toward the bed and urged her to sit on the edge. Watch me.

  The sound on the radio edged a little higher. He drew off his boots and tossed them away. Without hesitation he slowly pulled his sweater over his head and it landed alongside her garments.

  As the fire leapt higher in his eyes, she allowed her attention to glide over the broadness of his shoulders down the finely-carved, hard musculature of his long arms. Sighing, she eagerly devoured the sight of his sinew-bound chest. Hair curled over his pectorals, then slimmed down until it broadened over his six-pack stomach. Her lips parted in silent pleasure, her body reacting to his nudity with a fresh rush of liquid between her legs. Oh, my heavens. Ronan Kieran was, without any argument, the most gorgeous man on heaven or earth, bar none.

  His flattened his hands over his stomach and drew them down with a slow movement toward his waistband. Instead of unbuttoning the fly, he allowed his hands to cup over his cock.

  “Ronan.” Her voice sounded husky to her ears, and she shivered as he caressed his cock once, then twice.

  His ability to touch himself, his lack of modesty, served to inflame her more. Apparently knowing how much she liked it, he did it again.

  “Please,” she said. “If you do that again I think…”

  “What?” His voice came rusty and low with desire.

  “Please just take them off.”

  As the seductive music throbbed and sluiced through the airwaves, she licked her lips in anticipation.

  He slowly flicked open each button, then drew the jeans down and off his legs. He kicked them away.

  Her libido went into riot. Then she said something out of character, but oh so true. “Oh shit, Ronan. Holy God.”

  One corner of his mouth tilted upward. “Yeah.”

  Yes. The man had a lot to be proud of. Literally.

  His cock stood at full attention slightly away from his belly. She’d known his cock was big, but now she saw his length and thickness nestled in a thick bush of curling black hair, it made her ache to devour him. Engorged, his cock looked so hard she knew it would caress places inside her no man had reached before. She wanted him in her mouth, in her heat, in—

  As the forbidden idea slid through her mind, she gasped.

  We will do that, too, he said in her mind.

  You’re so large—

  You can take me. Everywhere.

  A furious blush made her feel a little vulnerable. As his gaze coasted over her nakedness in appreciation, she wondered again where her reserve disappeared.

  Burned away by the inferno between us, his mind said to hers. There is nothing we need to hide from each other. Open to me and I will open to you. Lie back.

  She did, closing her eyes and awaiting what he had in store for her next. As he knelt between her legs, he parted her thighs and proceeded to dine.

  With a soft touch he tested her moistened labia with his fingers. His tongue followed, licking with a swift, tickling swipe over the wet folds. She shivered and groaned with bliss as he feasted. Her breathing quicke
ned, her heart beating faster and faster as her excitement rose. She felt a flush start in her skin spreading spread outward over her body in rolling waves.

  He licked each fold tenderly and so lightly she quaked against him in building pleasure. Again and again he sipped her, pressing a kiss to a fold after he licked it. He slid his tongue inside her cunt. She arched up and moaned. She’d never felt anything so hot, so fantastic as he pushed his tongue in and out, in and out. He trapped her clit between his fingers and tugged and rubbed gently as he tongue-fucked her.

  Clarissa couldn’t stand it.

  She wouldn’t make it.

  As his tongue left her cunt, he immediately slipped two fingers deep inside. He sucked her clit and she arched against him in overwhelming pleasure.

  “Oh, Ronan,” she whispered in desperation. “Please.”

  She grasped the comforter, gripping it tightly, then releasing it as waves of continual enjoyment passed over her.

  Another lick passed over her sensitive clit and he moved his fingers within her slickness. Her walls clenched over his fingers as he moved silkily inside the sensitive, tight grip of her cunt. His fingers moved back and forth as his tongue tapped, licked, and his lips suckled.

  When his tongue flicked over her clit one more time, she reached the end of her endurance. Everything within her body melted with a sensual ease and then ignited like dry tinder under a lightning strike. Orgasm burst through her center and poured into her like a flood. She gasped and cried out, the small whimper a mere sound of total surprise and shocking heaven.

  All the while his fingers worked inside her, prolonging the contractions. Then he pulled out of her, his feral expression telling her there could be a lot more where that came from. She couldn’t stand it. She had to have him now before the stars fell from the sky.

  She said the one thing she never imagined saying to a man before, was too shy to say in other physical relationships. “Fuck me, Ronan. Now.”

  He smiled, a look of wonder and male lust mixed.

  He reached down and pulled her up, his arms coming around her as she stood. She giggled softly, her breath still coming fast. He marched her backwards until she came up against a wall.

  Ronan gripped her waist. “Wrap your legs around me when I lift you.”

  Lift her? She weighed too much—

  He powered her upwards, and with a gasp of surprise she lifted her legs and started to anchor them around his waist. She didn’t have time to wonder anything else, to think anything else. Clarissa felt the big, swollen head of his cock at her slick, aroused entrance.

  His eyes glowed full force and she knew he’d take her with a hunger both frightening and potent.

  Clarissa?

  Yes.

  She drowned in the fierce fire she saw in his eyes.

  Blunt and unyielding, his sex parted her folds, inch by inch.

  As the thick intruder burrowed into her, she groaned in shivery delight. “Ronan, Ronan. Oh, my God.”

  She quivered in ecstasy as each hot probe brought unbelievable bliss. His hardness stretched her wide but she was so hot for him it didn’t matter. She opened easily to his intrusion. With a half groan he thrust full and hard and she gasped and moaned as he pressed all the way to her womb, his black pubic hair mixed with her russet curls.

  Her sigh of satisfaction escaped as he pressed her back against the wall, his face buried in her neck. He breathed hard, as if his control teetered on edge. Instead of thrusting he rested inside her. She clenched around him, her muscles shivering as she adjusted to his tremendous thickness.

  As she tilted her head back, his lips found the underside of her chin. With excruciating slowness he drew his cock out, his width sliding against her vaginal walls with a caress that caused her breath to sluice out in astonished pleasure.

  Then his mouth found hers and his tongue plunged deep at the same time he thrust hard. She gasped against his lips as lights seemed to go off in her head and she climaxed around the hard, hot cock buried deep up inside her.

  She wanted to scream but was so breathless she drowned in his kiss instead.

  Slow. Slow, colleen.

  She didn’t know if she could stand it; her arousal continued to burn like a steady flame. The last two orgasms only made her want him more. He thrust with a slow, languid back and forth movement, her weight held easily in his grip. Each long, fixed thrust turned into another, back and forth, back and forth, until the friction caught her up in another inconceivable pinnacle. She shuddered and gripped his wide shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. He didn’t seem to notice, his cock burrowing steadily as he fucked her through another climax.

  It must be the end. It had to be.

  No, his mind assured her.

  She didn’t know whether to protest or beg for more.

  Again he drew the tempo out, a steady push and pull that kept her wet, aching, demanding more. She didn’t care if she’d be sore in the morning, all she could feel was the tingling burgeoning again, ready to bring her to another climax.

  We can fuck all night, his voice rasped in her head. Until the sky comes down. We can do it any way you want.

  He gripped her waist tighter and moved them to the bed. As he laid her down he slipped from her heat and she made sound of protest.

  Ronan grinned. “Don’t worry. There’s more.”

  As he came down on top of her, his hard thighs parted hers and he slipped easily back into her warmth. She gasped at the beautiful sensation. Wriggling a little, she tried to force him impossibly deeper.

  Again he drew back and plunged hard. Her gasp turned to repeated moans as he thrust, hammering between her legs. Sharp and full, climax threatened to rip her to shreds.

  Ronan buried his face in her throat, his breathing ragged. She felt the sweat running down his body, yet as he fucked her, his strength seemed to grow. His hips churned against hers as his sharp thrusts pounded deep inside her.

  Vampire heat ran in his blood, but although he shoved deep inside her like a madman, it didn’t hurt her. Lust conquered as she sensed his total loss of control. She clenched around him again as a sweet climax burst. She was crying, the tears of unrelenting ecstasy tearing her up. Arching against him she accepted his unyielding possession. Throwing her head back, her lips parted and a whimpering cry left her throat as her entire body trembled.

  “Feck,” he said gutturally.

  She opened her eyes and saw the savagery still here, still holding sway over him. His eyes gleamed like a predatory animal, his lips drawn back as he held his cock deep inside her. “You. You’re feckin’ beautiful. And we’re not done yet.”

  He pulled out of her, and when she frowned in confusion, he slowly turned her over so that she came up on her hands and knees. Before she could speak he pushed deep between her thighs. He took her with a steady pace. He reached under and clasped one nipple and tugged. As she responded to the sweet pressure, he also flicked his fingertip repeatedly over her clit. Sensitive tissues begged for more. He fucked her tirelessly, hammering with the stamina of a bull. His thrusting built in speed and she knew this would be it. She couldn’t possibly come again. As the power built, she thought she might faint, her breath rasping her throat.

  Seconds later, she detonated as a cry ripped from her throat.

  He continued to fuck her, prolonging the waves as they rocked her.

  Ronan rammed between her thighs one last time and shook as an uninhibited roar left his throat. Hot liquid spewed inside her as he thrust two more times, his breathing ragged.

  Excitement filled Clarissa. She’d never known what it felt like to have a man’s naked cock caress her inside, much less his ejaculate spill inside her. But this wasn’t just any man, this was a vampire. Her vampire.

  The immortal she might be falling for.

  As her mind whirled with ebbing excitement and a growing sense she would never be the same, an act flashed into her mind. A sexual act she knew he wanted, but she knew she wanted, too. She was ready
for it. Primal awareness split open, reviving long withheld needs she’d never indulged.

  Aftershocks made her cunt tighten over his cock and he moaned. Intermingled with the tender emotions rocking her, a languid sense of total satisfaction and unbelievable pleasure made her sigh.

  Now she understood what it meant to be fucked out of her ever-livin’ mind.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice husky with sex.

  So softly she could barely hear herself speak, she said, “Yes.”

  He kissed her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She believed it with all her heart. “I know.”

  Gently he slipped from her body, and as she shivered with the sensation, he kept her hips tilted up. He reached between her legs and smoothed their liquids between her buttocks. As his fingertips touched her where no man had touched before, she quivered with sinful excitement. The more she thought about the act, the more it made her crave, delight, want what would come. With measured strokes he wet her forbidden entrance. She didn’t know if she could stand the tickling that wasn’t quite a tickling, the small forays of his middle finger just inside the entrance. Each tiny probe made her wriggle, tormented and aroused.

  “More,” she whispered.

  His hot breath touched her neck as he laughed. “With pleasure.”

  Seconds later he pushed his finger slowly, inch by exquisite inch into her anus. As she absorbed the unusual but exciting sensation, she heard his voice in her head. Oh, holy Mother. Forbidden, all right. Tight.

  As he moved gently, the friction caught her by surprise. Tingles of reaction zipped into her stomach as he drew his finger out, then pushed in, then out. Working her body, he kept his finger buried in her ass and reached around to touch her clit.

  She jumped, unprepared for the duel pleasures. “Oh, Ronan.”

  All right?

  Yes. Oh yes. More.

  He complied. Manipulating her clit with steady strokes, he barely moved his other finger, keeping himself embedded. She writhed in his hold, unaccustomed to the amazing feelings rocketing inside her like quicksilver. When his touch left her clit and he removed his finger from her, she groaned in dissatisfaction.