Sweet as Fire
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by Aurora Rose Lynn
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Desperate to escape the confines of a pending marriage, Lady Godiva wants one night of sex she'll never forget. Have you ever heard of the erotic tale of the beautiful Lady Godiva? Sweet As Fire is a paranormal alternate reality retelling of this old legend brimming with witch fire, evil deeds and love at first sight. Godiva is desperate to escape the confines of a pending marriage to a man much too old for her. In an attempt to seek comfort, Godiva demands her friend, a witch, find an attractive man for one night of prolonged sex during the Beltane festivities in the England of 1070. The witch complies even as a Hidden Observer covertly watches Godiva with wicked intentions of his own towards the determined noblewoman. Godiva finds herself in a lightning fast relationship with a handsome peddler who has long buried secrets of his own and is on the run from the law. Can their erotic encounter last beyond the intricacies of the evil about to submerge them?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [138 KB]
Reading time: 81-114 min.
"She dances naked in the moonlight," he choked out in a whisper, on the narrow pallet that served as his bed. Excitement sizzled along his nerve endings and into his rapidly stiffening cock. He gazed into the dark sky, heedless of the stars twinkling like tiny crystals on black satin. Instead, he visualised her skin, the colour of apricots and milk, and lustrous, dark hair swirling around her slender, nude form.
A fire burnt low in the hearth, no longer warming the room. Sighing heavily, he braced his palms under the back of his head and fixed his gaze on the misted sphere of moon meandering through the sky, casting a bright, wide swathe of light across the bed and splashing on the rushes along the floor. If only he could get her to share in his rejoicing, to meld their bodies together from now until eternity. A trace of lavender scented the spring night air and the earth smelt damp and pungent.
He blinked. His rod felt full, as if he were going to explode. He wanted the woman with every fibre of his being. And now he had a reason to want her even more. He had the elixir of life. No--he reluctantly corrected himself. He almost had the one drink that would give him eternal life. With the elixir, he would never grow old. While everyone died around him, except for the lovely woman he would make his wife and with whom he would share the tiny potion, he would once again become young and strong. No longer would he be a shadow of his former self.
The embers in the hearth flickered, but he didn't feel the cool night on his skin. Without warning, the embers danced and the fire came to blazing life. The man gasped. What had caused such an unnatural occurrence?
"Are you thinking again, my chosen one?"
The rasping voice shocked him out of his sex-induced lethargy. He bolted upright, shielding his hardened rod. As thin as a straw of hay, she stood outlined by the moonlight. Uneasiness ran through him. The few, agonising times she had forced her presence on him, he had not once seen her face. She had always been a sinister silhouette, lit only by the moon. She could have risen from the dead for all he knew. What did he care, as long as he received what she had promised?
"I thought we had made our deal. What are you doing here?"
Her thin, willowy shoulders hardly moved as she shrugged. "I wasn't quite done yet," she said, each word clipped.
He tensed. His heart began racing. Was she about to demand payment in exchange for the elixir, even though she hadn't delivered on her promise? "Give me the elixir and we'll talk. Not a moment sooner."
She laughed very softly, leaving a sudden and unpleasant chill in the air. The fire blazed higher, but he didn't feel any warmth emanating from it. "Do you really think you have power over me, to talk thus?"
Impotent anger took hold. He clenched his hands into white-knuckled fists. The likes of her were never satisfied until they had bled a man dry of everything that made him a living soul. He should have known that before he consented to their hasty deal. His pulse skittered. Had he done the right thing? Trading his peace of mind for the devil's touch? "Don't play games with me, old woman."
"Who's playing games?"
Her voice grated along his nerves. She took a small step towards him. Gut instinct told him to run, but he stayed absolutely still. He would not fear her--just as long as she didn't touch him.
"I can always change my mind about giving you the elixir. I'm sure that wouldn't agree with you. Would it?" She leant forward. The air turned steely cold. Instinctively, he knew she was examining his now-flaccid cock.
Feeling a twinge of panic, he came to the realisation that his age was showing. His once smooth skin was wrinkled and he swore his cock had begun to shrivel. But the elixir would change that. He would become the man he had been thirty years ago--strong, with a huge cock and testicles any woman would be proud to feel. His greying hair would no longer remind him he was getting old--weak and closer to death's door. His flagging energy would be a thing of the past. Without the elixir, he was worse than dead.
"What do you want this time?" he asked sharply.