Screw sensibility and all notions of it.
She needed this now, to feel a part of something, to know that she was not alone.
There was no more holding back.
Her submission nearly drove him over the edge. It was crazy that if she allowed herself, she might climax right then.
The smooth head of his shiny penis pushed through her before she could protest, and the sound of her tender, wet flesh separating under the force of his fleshy spear invaded the nocturnal sounds of the night.
It was sloppy sweet, like teens kissing for the first time. A slosh into her body preceded a deep growl that escaped him.
If he had known it was going to be this good, he might have done something stupid before.
Ignorance might have been his only bliss.
“Slow, slow,” Toni begged, unsure if she could take all of him. Her hips jerked away slightly, but his hands held her in position.
“I’ve got you,” he promised as he continued to slide her down on his rigid member slow and easy, her sex wetting him until she came to the hilt of his love.
Her mouth flew open in a frenzy. He was thick and meaty, half-mast, but he was a beast when fully erect.
Her eyes grew impossibly wide when she felt him grow harder still.
She wanted him so badly until it ached.
Rocking atop of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her strong legs.
After years of running from her reality, she had finally arrived at her destination.
It wasn’t easy to take all of the thick-muscled man inside of her. She could feel her delicate inner folds stretching to accept him; still she couldn’t help but move against him as he stroked her beneath, moving in and out of her body slowly until she had time to adjust.
She wanted all of him. His kiss. His sex. His love.
His lap made for ample cushion from the cool ground.
The wind howled around them under the full moon.
Biting at her nipple, he arched his back and thrusted into her, pointing his speared sex deep into her body.
He felt her contract as she rested her feet beside him to get more control.
“Oh, God, I’m so close!” she screamed out.
“Not yet,” he ordered.
Moving together in a synchronized motion, they made love, wild sensations overtaking them.
Jericho grabbed her by her waist and picked her up, as if she were light as a feather, then pushed inside her over and over again.
Toni was amazed at his endless strength and sexual virility. How he seemed to manipulate her body with such ease. How he dominated her with every thrust and still managed to be ever so careful with his touch.
He watched her body drain of power, fill with pleasure, beg for more.
He used his knuckle to fondle her throbbing clit, bringing her to a powerful climax.
She screamed out his name, howled it back into the wind and inhaled his essence.
He wanted all of her before he came. Rolling her over in the earth, he planted his hands beside her, pushed her legs open and thrust back inside of her, kissing her mouth as he took over her body.
His dominance consumed her.
Relishing in the moment, she pulled him closer. She bucked harder against him, grinding her hips into his, determined to climax again, this time with him. This time harder!
Jericho could feel himself drowning in her scent, succumbing to her will. His soul split into and even as he tried to fight not only his desire, but their future, he finally gave into his flesh, his want, his need and his greed.
Alas, he could take no more.
Calling out in a language she could not understand, he finally allowed himself to release inside of her, spewing his seed as he drained himself into her and extracted the last of her human design.
Consuming her whole, he picked her up with him, suspending their body in mid-air, defying all laws of gravity, apologizing quietly for his deception.
She gazed upward at the sky, not realizing that they were floating, until finally she let go with him, blissfully happy.
Her eyes blazed as his did, a translucent gold and in that moment, their souls infused…forever.
Chapter Ten
“For their marriage shall be their bed, a virginal place of long suffering and there they shall create hope and despair.”
The Prophecy
Cypress Pointe
Mid-Morning
Day Four
T he sun was bright beaming down on earth’s surface. It begged, if not out-right demanded, that all living things under its brilliant rays emerge from their slumbers and acknowledge its awesome presence.
Toni was not exempt from that beckoning.
Rolling over in a strange bed of obscene comfort and warmth, her eyes popped open, brown and bright with curiosity, and she glanced across the room at the strange surroundings and remembered that she was at Cypress Pointe plantation with her new lover, Jericho, and not back in her hotel room on Bourbon Street or at her modest studio apartment in Manhattan.
The thought made her both giddy and afraid.
She was happy to have found love, temporary was it may be, but afraid that it was only a glimpse into a life that could eventually be snatched from her.
Be it by the people who snatched her biological family from her…
Be it by the differences between she and her new love interest…
Be it by the forces of life that separate souls on a daily basis…
Anything could take it away…starting with obligations that preceded both her love for Jericho and his admiration of her.
Work lingered in Manhattan for her.
Life at the helm of managing a hotel lingered for him.
Such was life, right?
Obligations always ranked priority over want, or at least that had been the constant in her own life.
As she tried to fight her own growing negativity, the night before came flooding into her muddled memory.
So many emotions, so many questions and so many answers. It was overwhelming, enough to make a heart stop beating.
Yesterday had been the most mind-blowing experience of her entire life, mixed with high-points and low points that changed the very DNA of her existence.
Truth, or her truth, had reconfigured her understanding and left her at a fork in the road.
She had been exposed to her inner self and her uncanny gifts through Jules and his inability not to meddle. She had seen her family’s life unfold in front of her through Jericho’s family’s incantations. And she had succumbed to the inner desires with a man she barely knew through her own seedy, dark lust.
Head rush.
Harsh reality.
After making mind-blowing love to Jericho for half the night outside on the grounds – which far exceeded anything she had ever experienced before him, he had carried her back to the house and took her up to his old room.
She remembered feeling embarrassed and scared to face the men who had not only seen her naked, but had also seen the intimate details of her life’s history.
However, everyone who had gathered around the pentagram hours before was gone and only the large empty house was there to keep them company.
There was no one to face, no one to explain her outburst to…
Instead, she had been lured to a room on the second floor of the house at the end of a very long hallway.
She had protested that making love in someone else’s home would be rude, disrespectful.
She had tried to fight off his advancements.
But in his very cunning way, Jericho had assured her that they wouldn’t be disturbed, right before he tore into her again, with the same fervent desire he had unleashed on her outside.
In this very bed, they had shaken the heavens with their carnal desire for each other. He had done things to her, no man had ever done, and she had in return given him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.
She knew the taste of every inch of his
body, and he knew hers.
She felt him in every orifice of her body and had done so with palpable gratification.
He had explored her like an adventurer in a new land. He had marveled at her body, worshiped it and declared it his own. The only flag he planted was the hot seed inside of her.
They were made for each other.
They made each other.
Every single part of their bodies locked together like keys made by some masterful locksmith and when they joined, the enigmatic joy that had been unleashed had been unworldly.
Orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm had washed over her in the darkness of the night.
She howled out to the moon, begged for more, exhausted herself beyond reason and finally, when she could handle no more, passed out in his sculpted arms.
Never in her life had a man pleased her beyond reason, but Jericho had a way with his tongue and his fingers and that amazing large member between his thighs.
When they were locked in each other’s arms after hours of torture, she had asked if they needed to return to the hotel.
But Jericho wouldn’t hear of it.
She literally felt him tense at her words.
“No,” he had protested, holding her tight, nudging his nose into her hair.
He was not interested in making her experience the walk of shame.
He insisted she stay here with him.
He had insisted that she stay wrapped in his arms.
“I can’t sleep without you,” he had whispered, ever so gently in her ear. “I may never be able to sleep without you again.”
It had been hard to fight her smile, even though her face was turned from his.
Chivalry wasn’t dead, evidently.
But she wasn’t ashamed.
Not of them.
Not of this.
After making love to him continuously until the crickets began to chirp and a new day threatened the horizon, they had talked in whispers under candlelight about mindless things that only lovers want to know about each other.
High school.
College.
Past lovers.
Traveling around the world.
He was much more interesting than she had first imagined, which was very hard to do. He had been everywhere, every stretch of the world, seen the highest mountains and deepest valleys. Seen animals that were now nearly extinct, seen cultures that had now changed so dramatically they were no longer recognizable. He spoke 32 languages fluently. 32! Knew more about culture than any professor and loved many of the same things that she did…
Books.
Music.
Fine cuisine.
Dancing.
History.
And they were both apartment dwellers.
Evidently, Jericho lived in the city not far from the hotel, but still maintained a room at the family house for those nights when he didn’t want to be near the normals.
Such a thing just a few hours ago would have made no sense to her, but now, everything was different.
Now, she completely understood.
Being out here was peaceful. Despite her first resignations about setting foot on a plantation, the mansion was warm and inviting.
It seemed like home to her, only because Jericho was here.
As her hands roamed over the fine sheets, she closed her eyes and knew without knowing that no other woman had ever slept in this bed. No other woman had ever found herself basking in the sunlight with the morning-after glow in this room after making love to Jericho all night.
She had been the first.
That thought was comforting. It let her know that he was genuine in his emotions for her.
And this place…
It was the kind of place she imagined she could stay forever. Joined with nature, basking in sunlight, but…
Work was calling.
Her time in New Orleans was nearly up, and after an utterly exhausting adventure that led her from Bourbon Street to the bed of a wealthy warlock, she still did not have anything logical to show for it.
Logical was the key word.
No one would believe the truth, especially her editor.
If anything, the paper would emergency commit her to the nearest psychiatric hospital, if she told her secret. Declared insane from too much work…
And she couldn’t really blame them.
All of this was very surreal and supernatural, nothing normal newspaper readers would take seriously.
They would declare her a crackpot.
So, she had nothing. Not a story, and after she went home empty-handed, maybe not even a job.
But that reality could wait for a little longer.
She sat up in bed and took in the room. Last night, she hadn’t bothered to see it, just the man that she had fallen head over heels in love with.
It was a very large space with high ceilings and elaborate crown molding. The walls were crimson red. The four-post wooden king bed sat atop of a large Persian rug with a plush black goose down comforter. A large painting of a beautiful woman was hoisted up in an elegant frame across from them. There was an antique dresser with a large, leather bound book atop it with golden clasps and lock to hide its pages in the corner. Must have been an important book, because it was the only one in the room.
Nothing else.
No television.
No clock.
No technology.
It was as if the room had stood still in time through the three centuries he had occupied it, so had some of his sensibilities for that matter.
Speaking of the devil…
Pulling the soft, Egyptian sheets over her naked body, she wondered where Jericho had gone, until she heard the toilet flush in the bathroom attached to the master suite.
A flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach.
With a sort of lord-like grace, he emerged from the steamy bathroom with only a black towel secured tightly around his lower waist and his black curly locks wet around the nape of his neck.
Toni swallowed hard at his half-naked form.
He looked amazing in the sunlight covered in droplets of shower water. The gleam of his eyes was bright this morning. His tan skin was flush with colors as was his high-cheek bones. He flexed his core muscles involuntarily as he reached and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Toni wondered if she looked half as good to him as he did to her. Pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, she pushed up to the back of the head board and tucked the sheet under her legs.
Her efforts were not loss on him.
It had taken a lukewarm shower to cool down his boiling desire for her earlier that morning when he awoke to find her sleeping peacefully beside him.
He had been with his share of women through the years, but none had been so beautiful as Toni.
She wasn’t a classical beauty – that description was far too unfitting. It was for women who only had their physical beauty to cling to for lack of character.
No…
Toni was new, fresh, exotic, enticing, incredibly strong, smart, charismatic, and if he played his cards right, his to have forever.
When his eyes flashed open earlier, he could smell her intoxicating perfume still on his skin and taste her sex still on his lips. He had rolled over and ran a finger down the side of her torso, over her wide hips and down her shapely leg to the darker skin her knee, hoping that she might stir.
But she laid there, thick black hair splayed over the pillow. Almond-shaped eyes closed. Lush mouth settled on a smile. She was the picture of perfection to him. Her skin was like satin, the color so enticing it drew him to an angry hardness.
It served him right to be bewitched by her. Long ago, he was a shameful man who had engaged in unspeakable acts. For years, he had been on a quest for penance, praying for God’s forgiveness.
Now, he knelt at the feet of a Nubian queen who commanded his entire existence, and he offered himself completely and entirely in hopes that she might find him acceptable.
He sat watching her for a while as she slumbered, curious as to what she might be dreaming about, hoping she was dreaming of him.
He recalled their conversation and how invigorating it had been to open up to someone so engaging.
He prayed, even, something that he had not done in a very long time, that she would be kept safe from all hurt, harm and danger. He promised himself that he would do anything in his power to keep her safe and take care of her.
He pondered what it would take to win her heart, and after all other thoughts had moved from his mind, he admired her beautiful form a little more.
After it was apparent that she needed a little more rest, he fought his erection and his internal conflict and headed to shower.
Now, she was awake – his to take again, his to hold, his to love.
She looked amazing in the sunlight. The black long hair cascading down her shoulders was her crown. Her brown skin glowed in the brightness of the day. Her brown eyes compelled him to fall at her feet.
At that moment, he could have easily recited Shakespearean sonnets about her beauty.
But instead, he tried to play it cool.
To come off too needy the morning after could be a serious turn-off, especially toward a guarded woman, who normally ran from intimacy like it was the plague.
Instead, he pushed all the emotions that leapt from his heart back down and tried to cover his true feelings with a little bravado and charm.
Cloaking himself with faux-calm, Jericho strode across the room, feet echoing on the hardwood floor as he advanced toward her like a wild cat tracking his prey. With his eyes planted on her, he gave a cunning smile.
“Hey,” he said, crawling into bed. His large muscular arms bulged as he made his way to her.
She eyed the elaborate tattoo carved into his meaty chest. “Hey,” she said sheepishly. “How are you?”
He crawled over her, hiding her body from view with his wide back, then kissed her lips slow and soft. When he was done turning her into putty, he smiled again. “I’m very well today. Thank you for asking. How are you?”
Toni’s eyes slowly opened from his kiss, and she realized that her hands had found their way to his back. She could get used to this. Releasing him, she pushed out a sigh.
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