by Nadia Aidan
After all this time, and all these years, she still loved him. She’d thought herself stupid, and foolish, a girl with a ridiculous crush, but it all made sense now. He was her heart mate—the other half of her soul — and her blood called to him, their bond as ancient and powerful as time itself. She hadn’t known. She’d suspected, but only Roarke would have known for sure. He’d tried to find her, tried to claim her, but she’d been long gone, believing he’d never love her the way she loved him, that he couldn’t possibly be her heart mate if he could walk away from her so easily.
She touched his face, her name spilling from his lips, just as he crushed his mouth to hers. She trembled against him, heat flooding her passage, eager to take him deep inside her.
Their clothes disappeared, and she grinned at his impatience. Her back slammed against the door, his hard body forcing the air from her lungs. It was only a mild discomfort. He soothed her with his lips, his tongue, the gentle, searching caress of his fingers. She shuddered when he settled between her thighs, her ankles clasping behind him.
There was no tenderness, no flowery words, only a raw, carnal passion that consumed them both, and she amusedly wondered if they’d ever take their time long enough to make love.
“Maybe fifty years from now,” he answered as he thrust into her in one smooth stroke. Their sobs of pleasure echoed off the walls around them, their sweat slick bodies twisting and writhing against each other, as he furiously pounded into her up against the door.
She clung to his back, her nails digging deep, and she threw her hips at him, impaling her cunt on his cock, working her body in a sensual circle until she thought he would drop her when his legs nearly buckled.
“Jasmeene,” he warned, pinning her against the door, so that she was forced to accept the pounding thrust of his ruddy length. He slammed into her harder, her pussy welcoming him, accepting him as it drenched his shaft with her juices.
His strokes grew uneven, and when he slipped to the ground, covering her with his body she knew he was close.
“Now, Jasmeene. Now.”
Her orgasm ripped through her and she bore down on him, her incisors piercing his flesh, at the same time he bit into her neck. Tiny explosions ricocheted in her head, and she closed her eyes trying to ease the sharp crack of fireworks that seemed to burst all around her as a scorching bolt of heat sliced through her heart, marking it for eternity. They came at the same time, their blood bond sealing their fates as they exchanged the essence of themselves.
They lay twisted in each other’s arms for a long time, just holding one another in blissful silence.
Roarke was the first to stir, shifting off of her. His fingers traced the curve of her lips, her cheeks, even smoothing the hair of her eyebrows. “I love you,” he whispered, the words flowing from him as if he said them every day.
“I certainly plan to,” he said, responding to her thoughts.
She rolled over, a smile on her face, her unbound hair caressing his shoulder.
“Well you’d better Roarke Dimitru because a century and a half is a long time to love a man, and I plan to tell you ‘I love you’ every day, all day in order to make up for lost time.”
She arched a brow at the grin on his face. ‘Well don’t look at me. I certainly have no plan to stop you,” he teased.
They remained in his office, making love on every imaginable surface until the sun climbed into the sky, and the patter of footsteps told them people were starting to arrive for work. They’d just stumbled to their feet when the door knob rattled, followed by a heavy knock.
Gabe.
“Roarke. Why the hell is this door locked?”
He could already hear Gabe’s stern warning—I told you not to fuck the rookie.
He glanced at Jasmeene’s bee stung lips and wild, bed hair with a grin.
Well, it was certainly too late for that.
About the Author
Nadia Aidan lives, works and writes on the West Coast in the United States. Under her real name, Nadia holds a PhD in Political Science and Public Policy and by day she works as an Assistant Professor. She is the self-proclaimed NEW FACE OF INTERRACIAL AND MULTICULTURAL EROTIC ROMANCE and writes across all genres, from historical, to fantasy/sci-fi to contemporary.
In addition to writing erotic romances Nadia enjoys reading other authors, playing flag football, studying muay thai, working out, listening to music, scuba diving, and target shooting. Her other interests include collecting Top Cow comics, especially Witchblade and Tomb Raider. She loves professional football and soccer. Her favourite teams are the Washington Redskins and Manchester United, respectively.
Nadia loves watching, reading about, and writing about strong, assertive heroines which is why she is an enduring fan of Fight Girls, Xena, Buffy, American Gladiators—New and Old, and La Femme Nikita! Nadia also loves interacting with people so feel free to visit her at her website for more information about her, her new releases, and how to contact her!
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Also by Nadia Aidan
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Pleasure Bound: Sex Therapy
Summer Seductions: A Wild Wicked Three Day Affair
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