The Executioner: Part One
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Unable to withhold rebel moaning, I pinned my head back against the door with a high pulse and an open mouth, eyes up to the ceiling. Desperate to control the sensations building up too fast and compelling my hips to rock into Damian’s mouth, I grabbed his stony shoulder to stop him.
But the filthiest part of me wanted him to keep doing what he did so much, that I sank the other hand in the raven silk of his hair to keep him there. He gave muffled groans while he licked hungrily, making me come with hands knotting in his locks, stunned that Damian Novac actually pleasured me with that sculptured mouth I’d dreamt of for so long.
Spent, I felt my knees give in and my body melt in his arms. He kept kissing me along the chest and neck as he rose back to his feet, his arms supporting me under my armpits. I felt so vulnerable, hanging naked and wet in a titan’s power.
“You taste so good, Alice,” he whispered. I stretched my neck for a kiss that tasted of me and sent yearning racing through my veins, feeding me stamina.
Nerve now unleashed, my hand went straight for the bulge in his jeans. I didn’t have enough strength left to squeeze, but his eyes flashed. Without a second’s thinking, he grabbed me beneath my thighs and laid me crosswise on the bed, my buttocks on the edge.
His belt rattled as he undid his buttons with impatient fingers. He stood beside the bed and between my legs, beastly eyes fixed on the wet, folded flesh between them, drinking in every detail.
A stab of shame went through me. I wasn’t ready for this kind of exposure. I managed to sit up and close the view, legs on each side of Damian’s, hands trembling their way under his t-shirt. He grumbled in protest at being parted from the sight, but didn’t try to stop me.
I picked the waistband of his boxers and licked the skin beneath it, crazy to feel him on my tongue. He tasted as metallic as his kiss. His arms were idle to the sides, his fists balled in restraint, and his breathing heavy. I felt it as my hand slid up concrete abs to his chest. And when he threw off his t-shirt, baring his honey-skinned torso, my jaw dropped.
Naked, Damian Novac looked exactly like what I imagined a warrior barbarian would – badass muscles, sculpted and brutal. Raw and perfect.
Fascinated, I traced his contours with my palm. I craved more and more of that metallic tinge of his skin as I rose to my knees on the bed and slithered up to his neck, my lips leaving worshipping trails in their wake, my hands wild all over his body, giving in to the hunger that had consumed me for so long. My taste buds traced the shape of his jaw, invisible stubble prickling and sending current to my womb.
He cupped my head and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, while my hands slid down with his boxers and clasped his stony buttocks. He pressed me to him, and my heart jumped – his manhood, naked and hard, pushed against my pubic bone as we moaned in each other’s mouths. He laid me back on the bed, his gaze fiery as our lips parted.
“Christ’s sakes, you’re the most beautiful creature,” I whispered, taking in the sight of him.
I bit my lip and let my eyes drop to his manhood that protruded big and thick and gnarled from his pubic hair, a mighty piece. He’s actually naked between my legs . . .
The butterflies went crazy as the man I’d been obsessed with for so long eased himself into me, grinding his way slowly into my moist flesh, a hand tightening on my hip with every move, the other sliding under my head, and keeping his weight on his elbow.
I arched my back as he finally glided splitting deep, groaning like an animal, my nails scratching the skin on the sides of his back. His jeans still clinging low to his hips, the cold buckle of his belt swung and hit my backside, adding to the crudeness of his lust with each time he rocked into me.
The build-up inside threatened to spill as I watched him tilt his head back, his strong neck glistening, jugular pulsing. I did that to him, I was the one who gave him sensations so intense that he struggled to restrain release. But when his words reached my ears I couldn’t hold mine any longer.
“Your body is heaven, woman,” he growled, his godlike muscles flexing, his eyes flashing down on me as he peaked, as if the climax were not only extreme, but also completely new to him.
I came in a flood around him, my toes curling with pleasure that broke out from that G-core I’d always believed nothing but fantasy. I fell exhausted on the ruffled sheets, my brain afloat after my very first deep orgasm, staring up at Damian and still unable to comprehend what had just happened between us.
He came crashing down on his elbows and buried his face in my hair, breathing hard. Giving in to my impulses, I caressed his back and licked his neck, exhausted but ecstatic, unable to control myself. Everything in him seemed to smell of wood and taste of steel, as if he were made of those two materials. Or as if his flesh were mixed with them.
He rolled on his back with me in his arms, his hands all over my body as if they couldn’t stop. I admired his profile in the faint light – the nose with the determined, slightly flared nostrils, the chiseled bone structure, the strong jaw. His eyes were now closed, hidden from the world. I wished I could read his feelings in them.
Cuddling under his arm, I let my fingers slide through the dusting of hair on his pectorals. They felt impossibly hard. I pushed with my index to see how deep it’d go, but my finger bones seemed softer than his flesh. It didn’t budge even a millimeter, as if I’d literally touched granite.
“How far did BioDhrome go, Damian?” I murmured. “Did they . . . armor you?”
Damian’s hands wandered with more pressure on my skin, gluing me to him, as if he wanted me to probe the true density of his body without asking questions, as if he wanted me to understand some truth he couldn’t speak out.
“You can talk to me,” I whispered. “I already know you’re not entirely human.”
His arms locked around me, a cage of steel, his voice deep and dangerous. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“Tell me then. I can take it.”
“You can’t take it, Alice. No one can.”
I propped myself on my elbow to get a better view of his face. “What are you?”
“Right now I’m more concerned with what you’re becoming,” he said, opening his beastly eyes.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
His arms slithered on me like a python. “I mean your core talents have been activated. And, if you fall into the wrong hands, they can be upgraded into weapons.”
“Core talents? What core talents?” I whispered. But Damian Novac wouldn’t lose another word on it. He closed his eyes, and his jaw set.
About Ana Calin
Are you into forbidden fruit romance and superhuman hunks? Then allow me to introduce myself – I’m Ana Calin, and I’m your author. A translator for psychology institutes and pharma multinationals for over a decade, I combine learned facts with imagination in stories of alpha males with obscure powers and girl-next-door heroines who turn out to be very special. The more hero and heroine want each other, the more obstacles they have to defeat in order to be together. My career goal is to write many books of forbidden fruit romance and speculative science for your enjoyment. I live in Berlin, Germany – another well of secrets I intend to draw on in further books – with my husband and son. My hobbies are reading, reading and reading, and my idea of perfect relaxation is on a porch in the mountains with a volume by Emerson.
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Acknowledgments:
I’d like to give special thanks to my ever patient and supportive husband, and my close friend and author Camelia Miron Skiba, who’s helped me polish not only this novel, but also my writing skill. Without them, this wouldn’t have been possible. My sincerest thanks go to my top cheer leaders, college friend Alina C. and Lavinia W. “Hansen”, and to my peer author Step
hanie Payne Hurt for having encouraged me to submit The Executioner to Solstice Publishing, with whom the novel has found a perfect home. I say thank you to my new Solstice family, and to you, my readers. Enjoy this tale of forbidden love, dangerous passions and dark secrets of mankind.
Stay tuned for Part Two,
Coming out in the Fall of 2017