by KyAnn Waters
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Delicious Darkness
by
KyAnn Waters
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Delicious Darkness
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2007 by KyAnn Waters
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2007
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To my real life hero, Sean.
I thoroughly enjoyed Delicious Darkness. The psychic connection that Audra and Dorian had before they'd even met was fascinating. And once they did meet? Their physical and emotional bonding was electric, with sex so intense; the words fairly sizzled as I read them.
I was fascinated by Audra's spirituality, and how her white light illuminated every aspect of her life. KyAnn Waters put a unique twist on her story by including Dorian's chakra cleansing by Audra, a spiritual aspect that might have been touched on in previous stories, but something I've never read in any detail before. All in all, I found Delicious Darkness to be an altogether compelling and enjoyable read and am looking forward to reading more delicious fiction from Ms. Waters in the future.
Reviewer—Bella
5 Angels—Fallen Angel Reviews
Delicious Darkness is a short story with intense spiritual and metaphysical overtones, and a high concentration of sizzling sensuality. Dorian and Audra communicate their mutual fantasies through their emotions and thoughts just as strongly as through their physical contact; but their sensual intimacy is also very powerful. The ending will gratify readers with its promise of hope. Author KyAnn Waters definitely has proven to be a writer to keep an eye on in future.
Reviewer—Annie
4 Hearts—The Romance Studio
Chapter One
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Stomach clenched. Heartbeat escalated. Her nerves tripped, sending an intuitive message to her brain, the instinctive need to do whatever was necessary to survive danger.
The whispers echoing in her mind forced her to turn on every light. Put a match to white candles. Her hand trembled as she smudged the room, burning sage, cedar and sweetgrass to dispel negative influences. In a practice as innate as breathing, she protected herself because once again she was the hunted.
Outside the windows of her metaphysical book and gift shop, dusk had settled. With the night came her anxiety. This was their time. Physically and mentally powerful men not of her world, men her instincts told her were deadly under the canopy of an inky black sky.
Standing in her shop, Audra Quinn closed her eyes and visualized white light emerging from the crown chakra—the energy point located at the top of her head—engulfing her to the root chakra—the heart of her femininity.
He was coming, and she didn't have the fortitude to resist. He wasn't the first, yet he was different. As long as she could remember, she'd been their fixation. Only never before had she wanted to succumb.
Audra's gift of empathic abilities protected her from men like the one whose imminent arrival loomed closer. She had the sensation of his heavy breath on her skin. Heard his beating heart. Sensed the darkness dwelling within him. Audra had always been afraid of the dark.
Her breathing became shallow. This man was more powerful than the few who had come before. She couldn't remember her awareness ever being so palpable. Nerves quickening into frenzy, her heightened senses told her to flee. No! She didn't run anymore. She was strong enough to withstand his influence.
Yet, tonight the darkness seemed more relentless. And never before had it made her blood pump through her veins like the raging rapids of a wild river.
He was different.
She didn't need to turn around to know that he was there. He had come for her.
Standing just inside the door, he could not disguise the darkness that lurked within, not from her. Audra's powers remained focused. They had to be. Showing him weakness would increase his strength.
Hypnotic, ice-blue eyes locked onto hers, and the impact hit her in the solar plexus, the spiritual center. He took a step closer, and the energy moved into her root. The heat dampened her panties and engorged her clit. She tightened her thighs to quell the ache. Hardening into tight buds beneath her shirt, her nipples strained for the touch of his hands. She closed her eyes only to visualize with perfect clarity how it would be for his long blunt fingers to touch her heated flesh and part the swollen lips of her pussy.
A moan broke from her lips. She leaned against the counter. Blood pounded in her ears. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her legs spread of their own volition. He was there, and yet he wasn't. She could feel him pressing into her. His thrusting cock stretched her, pushed past the barrier of her innocence and claimed her as his own.
Audra's eyes flew open. This was his intent.
At her body's responses, she questioned her ability to shield herself. More disturbing was her uncertainty that she wanted to. Attempting composure, she cleared her throat.
"Can I help you?” It was the wrong thing to say because it was clear in her mind that he intended to help himself. To her.
The light in her small shop couldn't penetrate his aura. He moved in shadow amid the incense, crystals and new age books. He passed Egyptian statuaries, Indian incense burners and tarot cards on his way toward her. He neared the back wall with shelves stocked with Kama Sutra creams, oils and powders. The candles she'd lit burned brightly, flickered, and then extinguished, smoldering in his wake.
Her chest constricted as he stepped around the counter. Nothing between them but sexually charged kinetic energy.
His desire spiked her arousal, and her arousal increased his desire. Always before, she had been able to remain steadfast in her determination not to succumb to the temptation of the men who came from the night. Tonight she wouldn't. Every cell in her body cried out to this man ... to the darkness in him.
Large and statuesque, he stood well over six feet tall. Her eyes raked up his long legs, past his thick muscled thighs encased in black denim, and rested on the swelling evidence of his hunger behind the faded fly.
Shoulder length hair, dark as the shadows from where he came, brushed the collar of his open leather jacket. He wore a tight T-shirt that made her hands twitch with the need to run over the contours of his broad, powerful shoulders. His deliciously disturbing scent, masculine and spicy, hit her senses with the impact of a tidal wave.
Butterflies filled her stomach as his hand reached out to touch her. She weakened, and her knees buckled. His blatant desire hammered
into her thoughts in relentless telepathic images. Erotic images wreaking havoc on her will. She'd never encountered such a virile man. Only he wasn't just any man.
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Dorian Hunt could not believe his good fortune. The woman had hair of the sun nearly white with golden highlights and eyes ringed with fire, yellow and crimson striations dancing in amber irises. Her beautiful eyes reflected her intelligence. The angle of her pointed chin showed her pride. Full lips had the slightest upward tilt and hinted at laughter. Her translucent flesh glowed. As he hoped, she was unblemished and untouched.
He'd searched a mere thirty-two hours for her. However, it had been nearly a week since he had mated, seven days too many.
Finding her in a quaint shop of candles and self-help paraphernalia had been fate. She surrounded herself with objects of light and protection. That didn't surprise him. Magical men from his realm who were able to shift dimensions would've sought her out for their survival. Her energy was strong ... stronger than he'd ever felt before.
However, her charms to keep him away were pale forms of security. Though waning in strength, he was still formidable. The woman would not be able to protect herself. He smiled. Intuition told him she didn't want to.
In the past five years, he had known two others with the same coloring as this woman. With a heavy heart, he acknowledged his fault in their deaths. The risk was unavoidable, but he hadn't a choice. He needed a woman of white light. Although he tried to protect the others, he'd failed. This time would be different. He would have her tonight, tomorrow and every night forward.
Basking in the golden glow of her innocence, the woman radiated goodness. She was smaller than other women of white light. He could span her waist with his hands, and her narrow hips would need to spread to accommodate his size. She would spread them. She must.
Yet, he could feel within her a hidden source of power. Never before had a woman of white light been able to resist his magic. Nonetheless, this woman struggled to keep him from her mind. He sensed her body's response. She was different, intriguing him beyond simply meeting his needs.
Dorian inhaled and pulled the intoxicating scent of her creamy cunt deep into his lungs. His tongue swelled with the craving to fuck her with his mouth. She was his mate.
He clouded her mind with images of them together. Blood pumped into his cock, making him as hard as steel. Although she responded, he was shocked to discover he was unable to pull her completely under his spell.
He cleared his thoughts of everything except that which he needed from her, a complete bonding. He focused on merging both body and mind. She was his lifeline. In order to survive, he needed to possess her.
Flaring his nostrils, he sucked in more of the sweet smelling pheromones secreted by her skin. Her response confirmed what he already knew. She was empathic, special, and she would be his.
"I was just getting ready to close.” She gripped the edge of the counter.
Hearing the nervous pulse in her speech, he stepped closer. “Good."
His word hung in the air between them. Her eyes widened with understanding. He had to break into her thoughts. His need to lose himself in a woman of white light took precedence over everything else.
He extended his hand to her. “Allow me to escort you home."
She took a hesitant step back. “Thank you, but I can manage."
He heard the hitch in her breath. “It's late. You shouldn't walk alone in the dark."
"It isn't far."
He had to touch her. As she attempted to step around him, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrist. Closing his eyes, concentrating on breaking through her resistance, he filled her mind with explicit, erotic images. Those of his mouth lingering on her cleft as he tasted the nectar of her arousal. He licked from anus to clit driving her to release. When she vibrated with the pressure to come, Dorian filled her with his cock. Her body trembled as she reached for climax. “That's it Audra, let go,” he urged.
She opened her eyes, her body still humming with unreleased sexual need. “How do you know my name?"
"I know everything about you. Please, call me Dorian. It's my name. Before this night is over, you will know me."
A sigh escaped her slightly parted lips, and he knew she'd accepted her fate.
With all the candles snuffed out by his will, shadows concealed them. Dorian laced their fingers and led her from behind the counter. Placing one arm under her knees, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to a couch in the corner of the shop, obviously a place where her customers could peruse books while enjoying a complimentary cup of coffee or tea from the urns on the sidebar along the wall.
Her arms slipped around his neck as she pressed tightly to his chest. Perplexed by her actions, he wondered if perhaps he had completely broken though her resistance. Her mind was stronger than any before her, but then his skills and powers of persuasion were impressive.
Like Audra, his magic was his protection. However, he weakened each day without the physical connection to a woman of white light. Fucking gave him strength. So when her fingers channeled into his hair, he tightened his hold, pulled her close and gently brushed his lips against hers.
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Audra knew Dorian thought he'd orchestrated the seduction. Be that as it may, in twenty-six years her blood had never boiled like this. He consumed her thoughts, but he was not controlling them. She could sense his frustration. Good. He frustrated the hell out of her.
With the first touch of his lips, her mouth opened, and his tongue snaked inside, traced her teeth and sank deep. Flavors blended. Smooth and hot strokes quickly became a tangled frenzy. He opened wider. His low groan rolled between them. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled. Heat from his kiss set her flesh ablaze, and she trembled in his embrace. He didn't move fast enough for her awakening desires.
"Dorian, don't be gentle.” She wanted the images playing out in her mind to become reality. Right now, the scrolling visions had her bent over the back of the couch while he pounded into her from behind, the pleasure so acute the sensations bordered on pain.
For the first time in her life Audra wanted to make love, and with a man from the night no less. She wanted his cock touching the top of her core. She wanted the taste of his seed to float across her tongue. Feverish for him and his delicious kiss, she angled her head and took the kiss to profound depths.
Colors flashed behind her closed eyes. His hand stroked strong and sure up her spine. His perfect technique pulled a moan from her chest. He ate at her mouth while setting her on the couch.
She needed more.
Confusion melted away and instinct took over. Her hands were seeking, her body, in quest, arched against Dorian. Whatever initial fear she had, morphed into need. She'd never laid her hands on a man, at least not intimately. Her skin heated where she touched him, but she wanted to feel his rippling muscles beneath her fingertips.
Dorian sat next to her on the sofa, and Audra ran her fingers up his powerfully built chest and onto his thick shoulders. She pushed his jacket off. It fell to the floor, and he reached behind his head to pull off his T-shirt.
Audra's eyes riveted to an enticing amount of black hair covering the muscular expanse of his bronzed torso. With her fingertip, she followed the trail down his corded stomach. He trembled beneath her touch. The thin strip disappeared into his jeans. Brazen in her action and feeling an elemental attraction to this stranger, she pulled at the snap of his fly.
Dorian stilled her hand, covering it with his own. “You will be bound to me."
Not if she could help it. But she would face that later. Just because he inspired complete abandon, didn't mean rational heads couldn't prevail with the morning. Tonight, however, instinct would reign. She would be his. In answer, she leaned forward and tasted his flat nipple. Quivers vibrated his stomach.
Dorian growled, stood and hauled her up. His fingers threaded through her hair. Heads tilted. Mouths mated, and his hot ton
gue slid boldly against hers.
They parted. His hands tore the front of her shirt open. Buttons clattered to the floor. Shoving her bra out of the way, he bent and fused his mouth to her taut nipple, sending flashes of ecstasy straight into the walls of her sex. Arching her over his arm, he took her breast into his greedy mouth. His tongue drew circles around the puckering areola, and he finished his assault by nipping at the crested peak with his teeth.
His fingers touched the crystals hanging around her neck. “Your stones are as beautiful as you."
Sitting on the couch, she spread her legs for him. “I never take them off.” They were part of her protection. One stone correlated to each of her chakras and kept her balanced.
Bare chested, he knelt between her thighs on the carpet and wrapped a hand around her ankle. After slipping off her sandal, his fingers traced the curve of her calf. He inched her skirt up her legs, caressing behind her knee. Then he gently kneaded the muscles of her thighs.
She wanted him at the juncture. Pulsing and engorged, she needed him to ease the discomfort. His eyes glazed over as she lifted her hips so he could slip her cream-coated panties down her thighs.
Where was her fear and carefully built resistance? It seemed her body was his to command and it knew his orders. Liquid warmth flowed through her core. Melting into the cushions, she waited for what came next. She'd already experienced the fantasy in her mind. The hot throbbing between her legs needed the actual soothing comfort of his velvet tongue, not just the mental imagery.
"Dorian,” she whispered just as his tongue slipped between her dewy lips. Images flashed in her mind. With perfect clarity, she saw what she was to become.
Moving his face back and forth, he licked the folds of her heat-dampened pussy. Audra's hips came off the couch, thrusting into his mouth. Her thighs quivered. Muscles tightened. Sucking hard, he pulled her clit into his mouth and pressed his tongue against the nubbin then slid back and dipped into her hole to lap and taste.