by R. F. Long
The problem was, she could tell how good it was going to be. He kissed like an angelic devil, or a devilish angel, some otherworldly sex god, and he knew how to make her whimper. Didn’t she deserve the kind of sex she’d always imagined?
Liam tossed her blouse and sweater on the rocking chair near the door and kissed her again. Her purse hit the porch with a thump. His fingers threaded through her hair, fisted, and she couldn’t turn away. She could only kiss him back and, well, shove one of her hands down his pants and squeeze his butt. His hips twitched against her belly.
Definitely no way to fake an erection like that. How could this be about Kristiana? No, she didn’t want to think about the woman he’d been with last. She just wanted to think about her dreams coming true in a very carnal way.
How many millions of times had she fantasized about this? She caressed his bare, nearly hairless chest, muscular but not brawny. Next she stroked his ribs and ended at the perfect hollow above his hipbone. The hollow she’d yearned to lick whenever he’d been shirtless.
By golly, she’d do it.
She unlocked his fist from her hair and dropped to her knees. His eyes widened and his lips parted, but no sound came out. Sal wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her cheek against his flat, hot stomach. His shirt flapped open in the same unseen breeze that cooled her overheated skin.
With her lips closed, she placed tiny kisses around his navel and allowed her tongue to flicker out and sample that delicious spot above his hip. Slightly musky. Clean. Liam. She’d have known that taste anywhere, though it had never crossed her lips. She closed her eyes and breathed him in, rubbed her face across him with a sigh that tickled his skin.
“Sal.” His hoarse voice penetrated the fog of lust that had driven her to her knees on a first date, so to speak, not twenty yards from her grandmother’s house.
She didn’t want to be sane. In response, she licked him at his beltline and trailed a hand from his knee to his thigh, halting at his groin.
He grabbed her hand before she could undo his belt. Sal grinned into his belly and nipped him.
“Let’s go inside.” He fumbled for his keys and scrambled to unlock the door. The deadbolt always stuck. He couldn’t free it unless he pulled back on the doorknob while turning the key. This forced him to release her hand, which she promptly used to fondle his crotch.
Liam wheezed. The door opened and he fell into the living room, dragging her across the threshold. Sal ended up on top, her lace-clad bosom brushing his chest.
Warm air from the house bathed their chilled skin, and Sal shivered. She flattened herself against him. Liam rubbed down her shoulder blades, her spine, and around her buttocks. There, he lingered and massaged, increasing the ache between her legs. Mmm, he was good. She nibbled his shoulder and tried not to grind her hips like a dog in heat.
“By all that’s holy, woman,” he muttered into her hair. “Why didn’t you drop a hint years ago that you were so…” He swallowed.
“What am I so?” She raised herself and stared at him. Along his cheekbones, his skin had tightened, and his eyes were black. Warm, yellow light from the kitchen, open to the living room at one end, etched the planes of his chest.
Liam blinked. A tiny smile lightened his tense expression. “You’re so half-naked on top of me.” He drew her down for another luscious bout of kisses and squeezes.
A gust of wind whooshed through the open door and up her skirt. Sal uttered a startled whoop. Several dry leaves blew across the hardwood floor and came to rest on the red and brown Oriental rug in the center of the large room.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?” Liam traced the waistband of her skirt before tickling his way up her back. His fingers twitched the clasp of her bra.
“Maybe.” Somewhere comfortable. That sounded so…final. Sal licked her lips, nervous again. Was she really going to do this?
An ancient prophecy comes to life in an erotic tale of forbidden love.
Mylari Chronicles: Eyes of Fire
© 2008 CJ England
The Mylari Chronicles, Book 1
Talia’s visit home turns upside down when dark, frightening creatures appear seemingly from nowhere and transport her to another world. The faerie world. In this mystical paradise, she finds her life and honor threatened for reasons she does not understand.
When Calion Sáralondë, Prince of the Calen’taur Elves, rescues the human female from an orcan stronghold, his attraction to her is immediate and strong. And the feeling is mutual. Though their love is sardai—taboo—Calion can’t bring himself to send her back to her world. Her presence sets a fire in his soul only mating with her can tame.
And their passion could be the answer to an ancient prophecy that saves his world.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Eyes of Fire:
“Can you tell me of your dream?” he asked. “It may help.”
Shuddering, she tightened her hold on him, glad he was there. She needed to be held. “I was back in that horrible place. It was dark and my hands were tied again.” She felt his hands move soothingly up and down her back. “The orcan king came to me and he—” She swallowed heavily. Just the thought of the nightmare made her gorge rise.
“Shhh… Remember you are safe and here with me. What did he do, Talia?”
“He touched me,” she burst out, her tears flowing again. “He touched me, and this time you weren’t there to stop him.”
Calion pulled her against him. He muttered soothing words as she wept. He cradled her, so she’d know he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. “It was a dream, Tia maer… Just a dream. I did come for you. You are in my arms now. They cannot hurt you anymore.” He kissed the top of her head and then her brow, and soon felt her tears lessen. As he stroked her arms gently, she began to relax against him. He brushed his mouth over her fragrant hair and her forehead again.
Unable to stop himself, he continued, his lips erasing the tears from the corners of her eyes and down her nose. He took her face in his hands, and kissed slowly over her eyelids, her soft cheeks, feeling her shudder in his arms until he couldn’t fight himself any longer and captured her mouth with his own.
Oh, she wanted this. This joining of lips, the feel of his body sliding against hers. In the quiet of the night it felt so completely right. He was so gentle, so tender. His hands moved over her, touching…cherishing. Talia’s open and seeking heart overflowed. Something moved within her, accepting…knowing.
She loved.
She’d loved him from the beginning, from the first moment his startling eyes looked into hers. She had been waiting for him all this time. It didn’t bother her love came so quickly. She believed in love at first sight. And now she’d found it. After so many years of loneliness, she had found him at last.
It was a heady feeling and she lavishly gave him everything. She melted against him, and her surrender was like setting a flint to dry tinder.
Calion groaned, knowing he crossed an invisible line when he took her lips like a starving man. His tongue plunged into her mouth again and again, before he retreated, to nibble on her swollen lips. Muttering passionate words in his own tongue, he kissed down her smooth neck and then back up again. He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to cry out in surprise, but he gentled her with his lips, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, making her moan with pleasure. His hands were everywhere. He couldn’t get enough of touching her.
He continued his assault on her senses, wanting to bring her to the same agony of need he himself was in. His people were sensual lovers, and he’d enough experience to know what he was feeling now surpassed anything he felt before.
It scared him, but the urgency in his body to make her his blinded him to everything else. He went back to her mouth, wanting the taste again, already addicted to the sweetness he found inside. Groaning, he moved over her, pressing his hard body against hers.
Talia floated in a world of sensation. Her body sang in arousal with every move he m
ade. The world spun away, her whole being caught up in the touch of his heavenly mouth. She wanted to pull him to her, but her arms were useless and heavy with passion.
She instinctively responded to his demand, spreading her legs so his erection could fit between her thighs. The feel of him throbbing against her sent a pool of heat coiling in her loins. Unconsciously, she arched her back, pushing against him.
The movement tore at his barely held control. His body reacted for him, grinding his cock against her mound in an agony of need. Lifting off her, he dragged the sleeping gown from her body, his eyes feasting on the beautiful flesh he could see in the flickering candlelight.
She had high rounded breasts, with nipples the color of ripe peaches. They were drawn and pointed with arousal, and he bent and took one in his mouth, luxuriating in the feel of her. She cried out his name, pulling his head against her. He laved the bud, making it harder and more pointed as he sucked. She trembled beneath him as he kissed and nibbled. Moving to the other breast, he gave it the same loving attention, and soon she writhed beneath him, her body lost to the passion he stirred in her.
Calion too was lost, his body aching, his cock throbbing. His control slipped even further when she pulled his head back to her, joining him in a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues danced frantically, each seeking out the place that would bring most pleasure.
Talia wanted to stroke him like she’d thought of doing earlier, but when she ran a trembling hand over his rock-hard chest and touched one of the flat male nipples, he came up off the bed. She watched, her mouth dry, as he bicycled his legs to get his breeches off. It was too dark to see anything, but his intense face showed his eyes beginning to glow in the flickering light. He was back on her in a flash, his hand taking hers before she could caress him again.
“No,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.
She watched him as he fought for control. Wanting only more of what she was feeling, she began to kiss him wherever she could reach. She covered his face and shoulders with wet, passionate kisses. She heard him groan his need, as he lay back down on her, his knees edging her soft thighs apart.
There was nothing between them now as she felt him pulse against her. He dominated her with his size and strength, yet she felt no fear. She wanted it…wanted him.
Reaching down between their bodies, he stroked her gently. He ran his callused hand over her breasts and down her body, making her shiver with needs she barely understood. Taking her mouth again in a hard ravaging kiss, he carefully brought his hand down her hips and into the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. As his fingers made contact with her moist nether lips for the first time, Talia moaned into his mouth.
She felt him struggle for control, going still as he panted against her. Then, moving into her soft folds, he rubbed in circular motions as he parroted the action with his bulging shaft against her thigh. Going deeper, he discovered the small nubbin swollen from desire. Gently, he plucked at it, making her cry out in longing. She felt the coil in her loins, tightening higher and higher. Her body wasn’t hers; it belonged to him, just as her heart did.
Abruptly, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and reaching down she grasped him where he throbbed against her. Calion reacted as if he’d been struck. He jumped and grabbed her hand, growling her name as he felt her fingers move against him.
“Please,” was all she could manage. “I want you.”
His control snapped. The mating hunger blazed out of control, and he could only pray he wouldn’t hurt her. Forcing her legs apart, he settled himself between them, groaning out loud as he felt the moist heat of her press against the head of his cock. He pushed and felt the head slip just inside.
The feeling was so exquisite he paused to relish it, fighting not to bury himself in her in just one thrust. He wanted this to last. She was his. He would be breaking sardai by lying with her, but she would be his. His body would allow nothing else.
Talia’s eyes were closed tight as she felt him push just inside her body. Even that little bit stretched her. Could she do this? He felt so big, so thick and so alive. He moved again and her eyes flew open. His face was close to hers, his features drawn with the needs of his body. She moaned in delight at all the sensation. Calion’s eyes opened, and she gasped in wonderment.
“Beautiful,” she whispered in awe, her hands going up to frame his face. “Your eyes, Calion… Your eyes are on fire.”
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