Remember Me [Entwined Fates]
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by Trista Ann Michaels
Description: Skylar can't remember anything past five years ago, but lately she's been plagued with sexy dreams of a man with sapphire eyes and hands that make her squirm in pleasure. When she comes face to face with a man with those same eyes, snippets of her past begin to emerge and with them, the desire to experience in real life what she experiences only in dreams. The empath Devlin is shocked to see the love he'd thought was dead, standing right in front of him. Unfortunately, she belongs to another man, the Baron Karn. She's his sex slave. Devlin isn't about to let that stand in his way of getting Skylar back. In a bold move, he steals her from her current master. Then, using seduction, compassion, and charm, Devlin breaks down Skylar's defenses and help her remember the immense passion they once shared. Now Baron Karn is determined to have her back ... or see her dead. [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, violence.] Previous Title: Destined for Two
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: November 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [208 KB]
Reading time: 127-178 min.
The gentle hands gliding over her flesh made her shiver and she leaned her back against his hard chest. Strong arms snaked around her ribs, pulling her close. Heat seeped into her cold body, warming her from the outside in. It was dark; only the flicker of a lone candle across the room cast its light against the walls. There was no noise, only his deep, soothing voice as he spoke softly in her ear.
"That depends," she replied, a small smile of contentment tugging at her lips.
"On what?" he whispered, then nipped at her earlobe, sending goose bumps across her flesh.
"On what you had in mind."
"Well, let's see," he purred as one hand gently cupped her breast. Her nipple beaded beneath his palm. "Maybe I need to sleep."
She snorted and felt his lips spread into a grin against her neck.
"Or maybe I want to sink my aching cock into that sweet, delectable body of yours."
"That sounds more like you," she whispered, sighing as his hand feathered lower to brush across the edge of her labia.
Using his palm, he lifted her leg, laying it over his. Her breathing hitched as he moved his hand back to her pussy, stroking her through the juices coating her.
"Feels like sleeping is the last thing on your mind as well," he whispered, shifting his hips slightly and sliding his cock between her legs to stroke her throbbing mound.
Her body tingled from head to toe, the flush of arousal flooding her cheeks and chest. He drove her crazy and he knew it, knew every button to push, every inch of flesh to stroke. He played her body like a musical instrument, making it purr and sing at a whim.
His lips continued to torment her neck, switching between nibbling kisses and soft bites as his teeth sank into her skin. His cock sank into the wet recesses of her pussy, stretching her, taking the very breath from her lungs as his thick girth stretched her wide, filling her deep.
Reaching around, she gripped his hip, her nails digging into the tight flesh of his ass. He groaned and thrust deeper, his deep voice sending arousal coursing through her veins like hot lava. She moved her hips with him, arching her back to take him deeper, encourage him to thrust harder. Every inch of him stroked the inside of her pussy. The head of his cock pounded against her cervix, making her vagina throb with the oncoming stirrings of her climax.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, drawing blood as she fought off her release. She didn't want it over yet. She didn't want him to stop. It felt too good. Too right.
"Let it go, baby," he murmured, his fingers gently pinching at her clit.
She gasped, panting as her release slammed through her. She couldn't stop it and she screamed as the sensations crested in her womb. He pounded into her harder and faster. She welcomed every pounding thrust until he stiffened behind her, his cock throbbing within her channel.
With a sigh, he softly kissed just below her ear. "I love you, baby."
Moriana blinked and dropped her fork against her plate with a clang. A single tear slid down her cheek at the sudden feeling of loss that always overwhelmed her after one of her flashbacks. With a start of surprise, she stared around the grand hall, hoping no one saw her or could tell what she'd been remembering. As inconspicuously as possible, she wiped at her cheek. The voice wasn't just a memory. She'd heard it in her mind as though he spoke to her right then. But who? Who was this man that made her feel so loved and cherished?
"Moriana," Karn hissed. "What is your problem tonight?"
His fingers wrapped around her wrist with crushing force and she winced, quickly bowing her head to the table.
"Karn," a cold, hard voice spoke from behind her and a tingle of recognition ran down her spine.
Immediately, Karn let go of her wrist and she breathed a momentary sigh of relief.
"Baron Armonde. I'm glad to see you made it back. You left so suddenly; I hope there wasn't a problem."
Moriana curled her lip at how very sincere Karn sounded. His voice practically dripped with honey, but she knew it could spew venom just as easily and with deadly accuracy.
"There was no problem," Armonde said as he took the seat between Karn and Rhianna.
From the corner of her eyes, Morianna watched the new queen. She fidgeted nonstop with her napkin. Beside her both of her husbands continued to whisper words of what she only imagined were encouragement. She met Morianna's eyes across the table and Morianna quickly lowered her stare. She should never look a royal directly in the eye, especially in public. Thank God, Karn hadn't noticed. He still continued to talk with the man named Armonde.
From under her lashes, Morianna tried to get a better look at him. He had a hard face, strong chin, but there was something in his eyes ... something ... With a gasp, she realized he was staring right at her and she quickly averted her gaze.
Stupid, stupid, she whispered to herself.
"I wish to buy your slave for the night, Lord Karn. How much?" Armonde asked and Morianna's fingers trembled as she reached for her glass of wine. For the night? No one had ever bought her for the night.
"I don't sell her for the whole night, my lord," Karn replied softly. "Two hours at the most."
"Two hours is hardly enough time to satisfy a woman, and call me Armonde or Devlin. Not my lord."
Karn bowed his head slightly. "Of course ... Devlin. But to be honest, I could care less if she's satisfied. Her only job is to satisfy you."
Morianna didn't miss the way Armonde's fingers tightened around the stem of his glass. He was furious. To her it was obvious, but she didn't know why exactly. She just instinctively knew anger seethed inside him.
"I want her for the night and I will accept no less. I'll pay four times the amount you require for two hours."
Morianna almost choked and had to quickly swallow a sip of wine to cover her shock. He was insane. Four times the amount? Who was this man and why did he want her so badly?
"Four times the amount?" Karn murmured. "That's a lot of money, Armonde. Are you sure you have it?"
"I assure you, I have it."
"Well ... I must ask though. Why are you so determined to have her?"
Morianna tensed as she waited for what Armonde to answer. A waiter placed a glass in front of him and he nodded absently, never taking his gaze off Karn.
"She pleases me," he said with a nonchalant shrug. "I've been here for several days and quite frankly I'm restless. I could use a good fuck and from what I've heard, she is who I should use."
"But for a full night..." Karn began with skepticism.
"What can I say, Karn. I'm a man of insatiable appetites."
Devlin lifted his glass and sipped the light blue drink. Over the edge, his gaze met hers as she watched him through her lashes. A sharp tingle of heat traveled down her spine and she quickly turned her gaze back to the table. His stare unsettled her. The sapphire color of his eyes mesmerized her. They were so beautiful, but at the same time, so cold.
She glanced toward him again and noticed something behind the coldness. Something that made her heart skip in a frantic rhythm. What would it be like to have him gaze at her in passion? Would his eyes darken or would they glow with a heat that threatened to singe her very flesh?
"Well, what's it going to be, Lord Karn?" Devlin asked as he set his glass back on the table, moving it to the side so the waiter could place a plate of food in front of him. "Do I get her for the night or do you lose out on a small fortune?"