Savannah Past Midnight

by Christine Edwards

  His tongue starts lapping at one of my nipples as his groan drift up to me, “Yeah, too fuckin’ bad for that bra. Seeing how it looked on these drives me insane.”

  Oh God.

  His arms are wrapped around my waist and his relentless circuit across my eager breasts is driving me wild. My head drops back as the remains of my ruined bra slide right off my arms.

  “So good, Colton. I need you inside … please.”

  “Warning: lose the panties or they’re next.”

  “Bad man.” I lift up and pull the black lace down my thighs, shimmying out of them one leg at a time.

  “Extremely bad,” he says with a wolfish stare.

  His hands are working between us, eagerly unbuckling his belt and kicking his jeans down and off his ankles. I hover above him, just inches from his gorgeous shaft when he begins to rub and caress my clit. His pacing is wicked perfection as he purrs darkly, “Damn, baby, it’s times like this I wonder why we ever even bother leaving the bed.”

  “So close, Colton ….”

  His fingers pull away and I groan at the loss.

  His wide palms wrap around my hips, forcing me down onto the very tip of his straining cock. “Not until I say so, sugar. You know my rules.”

  “Oh!”

  I cry out as his right palm connects with a firm smack against my bare ass. The stinging heat is nothing compared to the delicious stretching of his determined entry. The overwhelming sensation of his invading sex, so thick and hot, forces another desperate sound to rise up out of my throat as he lowers me down onto him, inch by mouth-watering inch. He fills me completely, and even though I’m above him, the way he’s gripping me, directing me, lets me know exactly who’s in charge of our lovemaking.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  The first commanding thrust comes hard and fast as he lifts me only seconds before his hips buck up from below. The pressure of taking him like this, so impossibly deep, is outstanding. He gives me no time to adjust as his hold tightens on my waist, and I cry out as he begins lifting and lowering me effortlessly, forcing me to accept his plunging heat. The driving rhythm soon elicits screams of dark pleasure as he works me aggressively on his steel hard sex.

  He grits out through clenched teeth, “Fuckin’ love this pussy, so damn soft and beautiful and all mine! Rub yourself, wanna see you give it up to me.”

  I’m drawn so tightly, so close and on the verge that I struggle not to pitch forward onto his chest. I bring my shaking hand down between my slick folds to do as he instructed. My middle finger passes twice across my clit and the brief contact combined with how deeply he is seated inside of me ignites a blast of euphoria.

  “Ah! Colton!”

  My mind swirls in absolute rapture. All rational thought is wiped away as the devastating force of the orgasm rolls through me, wave after rapturous wave.

  “Yeah, that’s right, cum all over that cock. It’s all for you!”

  The pleasure is still rocking me to my core as I pull my hair quickly to the side and lean in to offer him my neck. “Do it,” I rasp.

  He gives me a fierce look before plunging his predatory fangs deep into my bare skin.

  I cry out at the breach, more in shock at his savagery than from any actual pain. Immediately he begins drinking, drawing in deep, sucking pulls from me, never once breaking the tight connection as his strong arms lift and lower me over and over again onto him, knowing how I adore it when he’s vicious, nearly brutal when he fucks.

  The throaty sound of triumph vibrates across my neck a second before he releases inside of me, cumming with relentless force. His arms bind me impossibly tight as he snarls down into the bite, clearly lost in the devastating orgasm that’s rocketing through him.

  We’re locked together and panting hard when he slowly pulls his fangs out. I bury my face down into the curve of his neck and inhale deeply, loving the perfect male scent that is unique only to him. His hand comes up to tenderly stoke my hair then draws a slow trail down my back. I always love the quiet closeness we share that invariably seems to follow on the heels of the wild storm of our animalistic sex.

  His whispers softly against my hair, “You’re my princess. You’re all mine, you know that, don’t you?”

  I plant a row of passionate kisses on his corded neck and along his jaw line until I reach the very corner of his full lips. “Yes, Colton. Only yours, always,” I whisper back to him in the near darkness.

  “Good. ’Cause I’m gonna spend the rest of my existence showing you precisely how much you mean to me.”

  His lips brush softly against mine and it’s clear that he requires no response.

  Epilogue

  Midnight—Springtime

  Alhambra; Granada, Spain

  “All right, cowboy, we’re here. Can you guess?”

  Her hands cover my eyes as I listen closely, quickly recognizing the sound of flowing water. It’s everywhere, gurgling like it’s coming from several different directions … maybe from fountains? There’s also a pervasive floral scent in the air, but not like the air in the south. This is headier, richer. “I’m not sure,” I say, “maybe somewhere in the tropics? Puerto Rico?”

  Her gleeful laugh rings out all around us. “Wrong. Here, I’ve made you wait long enough, but I have to say, I love it when we play this game.”

  I grumble, “Come on, woman, let me see.”

  “You’re so very alpha. You know that, right?”

  “And getting more alpha by the minute.”

  “All right, all right, my impatient one. The big reveal. Ready, one, two, three!”

  Her hands fly away and I stare around at high, manicured walls of dense green foliage that’s perfectly balanced alongside low, narrow pools of water. Spouting fountains are at the end of each turn of the stylized garden, which seems to be a labyrinth of some kind. I turn in all directions, taking in the beauty, from the robust roses in shades of cherry red, pink, and white to the detailed layout that seems to go on forever.

  “This place, my God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Where are we?”

  She’s watching me closely. Finally a beaming smile forms on her lips. “Wanna take a stab at which country at least?”

  “Hmm, maybe France or Portugal?”

  “Close. We’re at Alhambra in southern Spain.”

  Still stunned by the beauty of the place, I murmur, “Spain. Outstanding. You brought us here, so it’s obviously a place you’ve visited before.”

  She casts her eyes around appreciatively. “Yes. This is a very special place that I’ve been waiting to show you, Colton. Long before we met I would come here whenever I needed to make sense of things. When I was feeling lost, I guess. As you can see, it has a calming effect. Anyhow, I wanted to share this with you, especially since you appreciate architecture so much.” She turns to point up at a Moorish palace that sits high atop a nearby hill. Its impressive light tan walls stand out against the star-filled midnight sky as she continues, “We have a lot of ground to cover in this majestic place, lover, so where would you like to start?”

  “Where would I like to start?”

  “Mmm, hmm. Anywhere you like.”

  I reach out and snap a full white rose off a nearby branch and tuck it carefully behind her left ear. She smiles serenely at me as I thread my fingers through hers and take a single step closer to her before tipping my chin down to whisper right against her beautiful mouth, “Right here, wildcat.”

  I drink in her soft sigh as our lips connect, all the while thinking to myself, You did it, you lucky bastard. You actually made it straight through hell in order to find this flawless, extraordinary love.

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  American erotic romance author Christine Edwards grew up on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor's degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. For many years she was the director of a contemporary art gallery in Charleston's historic French Quarte
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  Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult life. Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and strong-willed, passionate heroines.

  An avid skier, she will take on just about anything that is vertical. Christine resides in the Deep South.

  Savannah Past Midnight is her seventh novel and the second book in the Past Midnight series.

  Please visit Christine online at www.christineedwardsauthor.com.