Dark Side of Passion
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by Sheri Gilmore
Description: An ancient god's and a modern-day vampire's search for the perfect women to meet their needs come to an end in the one night of the year when the dead are free to wander the earth amongst mortal men. Contains the stories: Things We Do in the Dark from Rites of Passion and A Woman's Offering from Spirited, two discontinued anthologies. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM themes and content, blood rituals.
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [251 KB]
Reading time: 146-205 min.
She stopped, but didn't turn. Her fingers clenched into fists. "What is it that I desire?"
He stepped close behind her. The heat of his body teased her skin through her clothing. The sensation was that of tiny needles prickling up and down her spine, painful but stimulating. She swallowed hard, anticipating but dreading his answer. What was it about this man that made her want him to touch her, kiss her, fuck her? He was a complete stranger, but yet familiar, like she'd always known him, been aware of him, as if he'd watched her in everything she'd done up to this point in her life. She had never seen him before, but had been drawn to him the second she'd met him.
His breath fanned her hair, neck, and ear as she felt him lean closer. He pulled her hair away from the side of her face and tucked it gently behind her ear. His arms came around her and with a wave of his hand, like a stage magician, he produced a small black mirror. His eyelashes brushed her cheek. A tiny thrill of desire raced down and across her skin. The juncture between her legs dampened in reaction. Anna shivered. If she turned her head a fraction their lips would touch. Could she be so bold?
Taking a deep breath, she turned toward him; he moved his head.
The moment was lost. Anna closed her eyes as waves of frustration and humiliation crashed over her, smashing her back down to reality.
"Let's see what my magic mirror has to say, for it knows and foretells all."
Biting her lip against an aggravated moan, Anna cast a surreptitious glance into the mirror's smoky depths with a curiosity she knew in her gut she shouldn't experience. She'd just proven that curiosity only led to trouble. Trouble that always took her into uncharted areas she didn't want or know how to explore. She turned her head away.
"A child," he whispered. His tongue traced a path around the shell of her ear. "My child."
Anna sucked in a gasp and jumped. How could he be so cruel?
An arm circled her waist, holding her snug against his body. His cock, long and hard, pressed into the small of her back.
Needs and desires spiraled through her mind. She groaned. "I-It's not possible. The doctor says I can't have any more children."
His grip tightened. "Do you believe everything those quacks and butchers tell you?"
She turned in his arms, pushing against his chest to create some space between them. Her thoughts were pure chaos with him this close. "My husband talked to the specialists after my daughter was born. It was a very difficult delivery. They told him I would die if I conceived another child."
Tez's eyebrow rose and a muscle beside his mouth twitched in apparent humor. "They were correct in a sense."
His hands smoothed up and down her sides, creating lightning bolt sensations along her nerve endings that culminated in her nipples and clit. She pressed her thighs together, trying to stay focused on what he was saying. "What do you mean?"
He leaned forward, but stopped millimeters from her mouth.
Anna bit her lip on a groan, barely stopping herself from crossing the minute distance that separated their lips and claiming what she wanted. She couldn't.
"Sometimes you have to destroy an old life in order to create new life."
Her gaze flew from his tantalizing lips to his eyes, glittering and hungry, like some wild animal. Before she could move away, his mouth covered hers in the most ravenous kiss she could ever have imagined. The swirling motion of the festival faded around them and they were alone within a world of their own. A heavy, slumberous sensation uncoiled from within her, and him, rising up with a hungry growl. Anna received a fleeting impression of a jaguar. Wrenching her mouth from his kiss with a gasp, she clutched her abdomen.
Tez didn't release her, but brought his body flush with hers with one step. "Don't fight it. Let it flow through you."
"It ... hurts." The pain increased. Her knees bent with the sharp, stabbing cramps spiraling outward through her body. Only his support kept her from buckling to the floor. Her breasts flattened against his chest as his arm tightened around her waist. Strong, knowing hands roamed from the base of her skull to the rounded curve of her buttocks. The pain subsided, but the presence within lingered as a dull, continuous throb.
"What is it?" Anna alternated between leaning into Tez's stimulating perusal and struggling against the expert and possessive exploration of her body. He smiled without revealing his teeth. He caught her hand and spun her away with one quick movement in time with the festive music.
"We have awakened your passion. It knows and accepts me."