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by Rhiannon Neeley
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: Author, Sheila Jordan never would have chosen to write erotic romance if her agent hadn't pushed her into it. Sensual, erotic and passionate are words Sheila would never associate with herself. Until she meets Lucian Marino. Lucian is sexy as sin, young and dangerous. He's everything Sheila wants and doesn't believe she can have. But in order to write erotic romance, Sheila needs to know everything there is to know about the genre. Even if she has to study her craft day and night with a man who exudes all things sexual ... someone who can fulfill her Wicked Destiny?
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [128 KB]
Reading time: 79-111 min.
Sheila Jordan's hand was starting to cramp.
She looked up, her pen poised over the open cover of her latest book, 'Vampire Triumph'. A little grandmotherly-type stood in front of the table, waiting. "Whom shall I make this out to?" Sheila asked.
The grandmother giggled girlishly. "I'm such a fan of yours, Ms. Jordan. Could you sign it 'To my friend, Rochelle'?"
"Sure," Sheila said. As she wrote the inscription, she cursed her agent, Gloria Wright, again. Why Gloria always insisted on setting up these signings from ten until midnight on Halloween, she couldn't fathom. Well ... yes, she could. Vampire books sold well on Halloween and the bookstores were agreeable to staying open. At first, Sheila had enjoyed all of the publicity that went along with it. But these days, she was entertained only by the strange mix of people who showed up, half of them in costume.
Ah well, it goes with the image of being a vampire fiction author.
Though her books were often labeled 'horror', there was always a strong sensual thread running through them. They crossed myriad genre lines, including romance and erotica. It always made for an interesting mix of fans at signings like this.
Of course, it had been a while since Sheila had done anything 'romantic' in nature. In fact, she had almost forgotten what 'sensual' meant and 'erotic' was no more than the stuff of dreams. And she was starting to feel the effects of it.
Her schedule was tight and any sort of romance was almost out of the question. But dang, she sure would like a good romp once in a while. Taking a deep breath, she pushed back her sexual frustration--again. Smiling, she handed the signed book to Grandmother Rochelle and greeted the teenager who was next. The kid was dressed completely in black for the occasion
"Geez," Sheila said under her breath.
Gloria nudged her from behind.
Sheila slid a smile onto her face and silently wished Gloria would go away. Only half an hour left and Sheila could go home, soak in a bubble bath and crawl into a pair of sweat pants. Thank goodness this signing was close to home. And thank God her fans never saw what she normally looked like. At home, she could pass for a second grader's mother who was an active member of the PTA. But, Sheila wasn't married, was past the point of the 'fix-up' and was staring the age of forty-five in the face. She didn't look her age but she sure felt it. Especially late on Halloween night.
A few minutes later, Gloria leaned over her shoulder. "Four people back in line. Check him out."
Sheila sighed and leaned to the left to get a look. She swallowed. Good God, Gloria was on the money. The man was gorgeous. He was tall, wide shouldered and had masses of long, dark hair. At least twenty years younger than she was.
Yeah, in your dreams, woman.
Sheila made it through the next three people, and there he stood. Smiling, he towered over her like some sort of dark, sexy god.
She tried to disguise the way her hand trembled with the urge to touch him when she opened the cover of the book. The trembling wasn't due to signing so many books. Oh no. The quiver she felt in her hand was actually shimmering through her whole body. It had been so long since she'd spent the night with a man, she almost felt like she had forgotten what a sexual experience was like.
Looking up at him, Sheila didn't think she'd ever seen a man who wreaked testosterone like the dark, delicious one standing in front of her right now. "And who should I make this to?" she asked, willing herself not to stutter.
"Lucian," he said, his voice deep and melodic.
Sheila was drawn by his eyes. They were dark and sparkling. Dangerous, yet inviting at the same time. She signed the book and handed it to him. "I hope you enjoy it," she said. She smiled. A real one this time.
"I am sure I will, Ms. Jordan. I'm a big fan of your work. It's very intriguing, sensual," he said, his voice a suave caress. "May I ask if you will agree to have coffee with me when you are finished?"
With a nervous laugh, Sheila's face grew hot. "I'm sure you really don't want to have coffee with someone my age."
"Age has nothing to do with life. It's how you live."
Normally, Sheila would have politely brushed him off as she had many fans before him, but there was just something about this man. His eyes seemed to hold a wealth of wisdom, a deep sense of calm, she had never seen in someone so young.
What do I have to lose? It's just coffee, right? Besides, he's a dark dream. Sitting across a table from him could inspire me.
She met his gaze. "I'd love to," she said. "I'll be finished here soon."
"I'll wait for you," Lucian said. He nodded, then left through the front door of the store.
Sheila could see him standing in front of the window, paging through the book.
"Are you nuts?" Gloria hissed in her ear.
Sheila ignored her and signed five more books. Finally, she was finished. She started to gather her things. Gloria stopped her. "You're not really meeting that man, are you?"
"Yes." Sheila looked her in the eye. "Don't I deserve a bit of candy on Halloween, too?"
Gloria shook her head. "You're asking for trouble. How do you know he's not one of those crazies with a vampire fetish?"
Sheila grinned mischievously and slipped on her jacket. "Maybe that's what I need. Someone with a fetish twist." She slung her purse on her shoulder. "I'm not getting any younger and good grief, did you get a look at him?" She sighed. "Gloria, it's just coffee. I'm a big girl, remember? What's wrong with having coffee with a young man who is..." She let her voice trail off. Was there a word for a man who could make a forty-five year old woman's mouth water? "Besides, aren't you the one telling me to write 'erotic'? The sexier, the better? The next hot genre on the market?"
Gloria swallowed, her cheeks blooming pink. "Yes but--"
Sheila raised a finger. "Stop. You pointed him out. I'm taking the bait. I could use a bit of research on the subject." Sheila stifled a chuckle. She loved getting to Gloria and this was the subject that for some reason could do it.
Gloria sighed, her lips forming a firm line. "At least call me when you get home," she said.
"Yes, Mother." Sheila headed for the door and the dark dream waiting just outside.
As she walked down the sidewalk beside him, Sheila could smell his cologne. It was woodsy with a hint of spice. Delicious. "There's a cafe just on the corner," Sheila said.
Lucian nodded. "Yes. I've only been here for a few hours but I've noted a few things around this nice little town."
Sheila liked the way he looked her in the eye when she spoke. A lot of men didn't. "So, what made you travel to my little neck of the woods? Wayneford is not on any tourist map."
Lucian took her arm and opened the door of the cafe. Looking directly into her eyes, he said, "Why, so I could meet you, of course."
Sheila felt a shiver run down her spine. Dang, he was a piece of work. Her body felt completely alive and ready for anything ... especially if it meant getting a little closer to him.
During coffee, they talked about her work. Sheila was impressed. Lucian had actually read her books and knew the characters. He 'got' her. The slight comedy in her novels. And--the passion of the characters.
"You are very insightful," she said, wrapping her hands around the warmth of her coffee cup.
He tilted his head slightly. "I read for pleasure but I also try to understand the author's psyche. I try to envision what the author saw while writing, what the author felt."
Sheila swallowed. Some of her writing was passionate. Did he feel it? No other man she'd dated ever saw her work as anything other than 'paperback', which in their small minds was a bad word. Not even Mitchell, her last steady date. Mitchell was a professor at the Community College. When they talked, she felt as if he thought her intelligence was far below his. Sheila would comment on something her editor had suggested and all Mitchell would do was raise an eyebrow and change the subject. He always brushed her work off as some sort of hobby of hers he had no interest in. It had been the thing about him that had killed the relationship for her.
It felt really good to talk to Lucian, who read her work not only as a reader but as someone who could appreciate the nuances of the written word. Not only that, he was amazing to look at and the things he incited in her were too steamy to discuss. If Sheila Jordan had ever had a crush, it was nothing compared to what she felt toward Lucian.
After having coffee--of which Sheila noticed Lucian barely touched--he walked her to her car.
She pulled her keys from her purse. "It was nice meeting you," she said. And it had been. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, he was also a wonderful conversationalist.
Little warning bells went off in her head. You could actually fall in love with this guy if you're not careful. Sheila felt dizzy. Good grief--fall in love? She had to get control of herself.
Lucian stepped closer. "May I see you again?" he asked.
Sheila wanted to. Boy, did she ever. But, he was a stranger. She wasn't in the habit of giving out her phone number or her address. Especially because of the business she was in. True, she had agreed to coffee, but her practical side kicked in. Research or not. "I don't think so. I'll be leaving on a book tour next week and I'll be gone for some time."
Lucian moved closer still. He reached up and touched her cheek. "That's distressing. I so wanted to get to know you."
Sheila felt her reserve bend a bit. Lucian was just so ... sexy.
He leaned toward her. "May I have a parting kiss, then?"
Sheila took a deep breath. What could it hurt? She wouldn't mind at least getting a rush from a lusty kiss. Besides, she already had plans for developing a character based on Lucian for her next book. A kiss would be good research. Yeah right. She nodded her consent.
Lucian cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up.
When his lips met hers, Sheila thought nothing had ever tasted so good. He tasted of cinnamon. Not a breath mint but real, freshly ground cinnamon. His kiss was hotter than anything she had ever written into one of her novels. She snaked her arms around his neck and let herself enjoy him. Warmth rushed up her body as his mouth moved from hers down to her neck. Aw, God, she thought as he nipped her neck. Shivers rushed down her body all the way to her toes. Maybe she would take him home. How could she not?
Abruptly, he bit her neck, his teeth raking over her skin until she felt his teeth pierce her.
Sheila gasped. Vampire fetish. It wasn't fear that enveloped her. It was intrigue. She wished she had tried this long ago. How sexual to have a man like this suckling blood from her neck. Then a universe-shaking orgasm rocked her like an unexpected earthquake. Her legs turned to water while fire turned her blood to hot pumping lava in her veins. Sparks flashed behind her eyelids while wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, taking her very breath.
When she came to her senses, Lucian pulled away from her. He used his thumb to dab at the wound on her neck. He licked the droplet of blood from his thumb, slowly, as if savoring the flavor of her.
Sheila gazed into his dark eyes. Lucian was more of a character than she ever could have imagined. She wasn't even sure he was human. She gingerly touched her neck. There was hardly a drop of blood. Sheila shook her head. Strange. He must have just barely scratched me.
It had sure felt much deeper. She looked up and met his sparkling dark eyes. More research was in order. Lots more if she was going to get the character right. "Come home with me," she said with a rushed breath. She had to have him. More of him.
Lucian smiled, the tips of his slightly sharp canines glistening in the glow of the overhead light. "I'll follow you."
"What are you driving?" Sheila asked.
"Don't worry," Lucian said, stroking her cheek with a finger. "You won't lose me."
His eyes locked with hers. Sheila felt woozy for a moment. Never had she been so attracted to a man. "I'll ... I'll see you in a few minutes," she said, mentally shaking herself.
"Until then," Lucian said. He turned and walked out of the glow of the light and into the darkness.
Sheila bit her lip. She really hoped she didn't lose him on the way across town. She slid into her car and pulled away from the curb into the light Halloween traffic. As she drove, she carefully touched the place on her neck where Lucian had nipped her. Goose flesh rose on her arms when her fingers grazed the wound. Damn, if he was that good--caused her to have a frigging orgasm just by biting her neck--just what could he do for her in bed? She hadn't been with a man in quite a while, thanks to her hectic schedule. Sheila did not want to pass this chance up. No way. Lucian just might be a keeper.
She drew her fingers away from the wound. They were dry. Good. At least she wasn't bleeding all over her 'famous author' clothes.
Sheila checked in the rear view mirror. "Damn," she said. No head lights behind her. Where was he? Had she lost him? She smacked the steering wheel with her hand. Why hadn't she gone ahead and given him her address? Stupid. Stupid, stupid.
Sheila flicked on her turn signal, turning onto her street. She pulled into her driveway, shut the car off and sat there. All heated up and no one to put out the fire. That one little nip on the neck was not enough. Oh, what had she been thinking? Was she so starved for male companionship?
Maybe Lucian had been just jerking her chain. He was younger, pure male, and surely didn't have any trouble getting a date. Sheila sighed. Frustrated, she got out of the car and started for the door. Why hadn't she left a light on? The night was deep black, even shadows indistinguishable in the darkness. The neighbor across the street had a porch light on but it put off no more light than a flickering candle would in a sealed cave. She scuffed her shoes along the walk, her mind occupied by the fact that she was more sexually charged right now than she'd ever been in her life ... dammit. Standing on the front porch, she ran her fingers over the keys on her key ring, searching for the right one. All she managed to do was lose her grip on them. They keys fell--but didn't.
She cocked her head.
She had dropped the keys but hadn't heard them hit the cement of the porch. Shit, why does it have to be so dark?
"Let me get the door for you," a deep voice said from beside her.
Sheila whirled and slammed right into someone's chest. Her heart caught in her throat. "Where did you..."
"Shh," he whispered, sliding his arm around her waist. She caught the hint of cinnamon on his breath. Lucian. His mouth found hers and she was lost.
Sheila parted her lips, letting Lucian's tongue slide inside her mouth. Sucking at it, she moaned. Oh, how she wanted him. All of him.
Lucian pulled away, leaving her breathless with need. "Shall we go inside?" he asked.
Sheila swallowed. All she could manage was a nod.
Lucian unlocked the front door with one hand and ushered her inside with the other. He pushed the door shut with his foot and drew her to him. He rubbed his cheek against hers, his breath warm against her ear.
"Where--where is your car?" she struggled to ask. This man could drive her insane with lust. She had to have more. She could barely see him, the only light coming from the doorbell base hanging on the wall, glowing with a warm yellowish light.
"I wanted to be discreet," Lucian replied.
Who cares where his car is, she told herself. All Sheila wanted to do right at that moment was strip every article of clothing from his body and let him take her right here by the front door. She moaned again, frustration running through her like an electric current.
"Patience," Lucian whispered.
Sheila shook her head. "Don't want to wait," she said. Already her panties were damp, her body ripe for the taking.
Lucian chuckled deep in his throat. "You are eager."
His hands moved over her as they swayed together, moving away from the door. "My room," she said.
"Yes." Lucian took her purse from her shoulder and let it drop to the floor. He shrugged out of his black leather coat, keeping one hand on her. The coat fell to the floor in a heap.
Sheila grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward the hallway. They moved easily together, sensing each other's bodies as Sheila led him down the hall to her bedroom.
When they reached her bedroom, Lucian released her.
Sheila reached behind her back and felt for the light on the nightstand. She flicked it on. She wanted to see this handsome hunk of a man. Didn't want to miss a thing. Soft light glowed into the room, casting bluish highlights on his long black hair. It fell halfway down his back.
Sheila couldn't wait to get her fingers tangled up in it. Excitedly, she removed her clothes, the fabric moving over her skin sending a wealth of sensation over her. Her body was completely alive and on hyper-drive.
Lucian smiled when she stood before him naked. He started removing his own clothes, shedding his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Sheila lay down on the bed and propped her head on her hand to watch. She sighed. Never had she seen such a beautiful man. He bent to remove his pants. His hair fell across his face. Sheila's fingers itched with wanting to grab a handful and pull him to her. His young muscled body rippled with power just waiting to be unleashed.
He glanced up at her, looking up through his thick lashes.
Sheila's heart did a little flip.
His eyes. There for a second, she had caught a flash of red in them. A tickle of fear feathered up her spine.
Lucian sniffed the air, still crouched.
Sheila shook her head, trying to clear it. She had just had a flash vision of Lucian as a vampire. A real vampire. Sheesh, I'm living in my books too much. Maybe I'm the one with the vampire fetish.
Lucian straightened to his full height.
Sheila's heart pounded, her blood rushing through her veins in a low whoosh.
He leaned over her, lowering his face to hers until their noses touched. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" he asked.
"No," Sheila answered, though she was beginning to wonder. Isn't this how all vampire stories went? Vampire seduces girl. Vampire bites girl. Girl becomes vampire. Or girl dies.
Only on Halloween.
"Sex is so much richer with the flavor of fear, wouldn't you agree?" Lucian said as he climbed upon the bed beside her.
Uh oh. She started to tremble. Maybe Gloria had been right. Maybe she should have come home alone.
"Yesss. There it is. I can see it in your eyes," Lucian crooned.
His hand traveled down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire. Down and down, then his fingers delved inside her. Sweet warmth flooded her insides as his hand did magical things. His fingers slid in and out, stroking her hot sheath, while his thumb brushed over the swollen nubbin of her clit.
Sheila's chest tightened, her breath became ragged. She was afraid. Afraid Lucian was some crazy fan. But--oh God forgive her!--she didn't care. Sheila arched up, offering her breasts to him, her body trembling.
"I'm right, yes? Fear and pleasure," Lucian said. He trailed his tongue across her nipple and drew it into his mouth. His teeth nipped. "Scream for me baby." He rasped his tongue across her nipple again. "Come for me."
Sheila cried out as another orgasm wracked her body.
Lucian laughed. "That's it. That's my woman." He moved on top of her, looming over her. His hair fell down brushing against her sensitized breasts like a silken scarf. Sheila looked up at him, her breath coming in short gasps, not yet recovered from the pleasure he had given her. His eyes were fierce, power and passion swirling in their depths.
"You write about us as if you love us." Lucian slid one hand beneath her neck and grasped a handful of her hair. He cocked her head to the side and ran his tongue the length of her neck. "Vampires." He trailed his lips along her jaw-line. "Let me show you how sweet fear can feel." Then he dipped his head.
Sheila felt his teeth pierce her neck, lightly at first. Then harder. Sheila gasped, a prick of pain spiking through her.
He mounted her, his cock sliding into her wet pussy like it knew the way while his teeth were grazing her skin. She felt a trickle of warmth slide down her neck and she shivered, her body clenching him. He began to suck at her as he thrust himself deep inside her.
Sheila clutched at him, fear and the hot steam of passion sending her toward a precipice. The sound of him suckling her neck made her moan. His thrusts grew harder, forceful, deep, deep inside as her pussy milked him, her hips ramming up to meet his every stroke. He was right--oh God--so right. She was scared and she was lost but she didn't want to stop, didn't want him to stop.
Lightening struck her brain as she rode the waves of terror and lust, her orgasm so powerful she feared she was on the verge of losing conscious, taking her into a velvet black dappled with sparkling flashes of lights behind her eyelids.
He didn't stop. Lucian ravaged her completely, his cock thick, hot and throbbing. He drank her from her neck, then moved to her breast and pricked the tender skin there.
Sheila pulled at his hair, first trying to shove him away--fear taking the upper hand for a mere moment--only to pull him closer. Hungry for the rush, the feeling of him. His power over her. Yes, his power. She rose up on another wave, then crashed down into ecstasy as she came again, her body bucking, a scream tearing from her throat which was already raw from crying out in her pleasure. Lucian followed this time, a groan issuing from him as he spilled his hot seed inside her.
Their breathing slowed, the pounding of her heart in her ears subsiding but the thick buzz coursing through her muscles only dimmed slightly, leaving her in a state of complete bliss. After a moment, Lucian moved away from her.
Sheila lay still, watching him, as he got up from the bed and stretched languidly. She cleared her throat. It felt raw and ravaged. She still held a hint of fear of him. In the back of her mind.
Lucian turned to look at her. He smiled and reached over to brush the hair back from her face. His touch was gentle. "You, woman, are destined to be wicked."
Sheila felt completely sated. Weak with fear of what he might do next, still she couldn't help but think that he had just given her the most earth shattering sex she had ever experienced. Wicked ... yes. Exactly. That's what she felt. And she hadn't had enough of wicked. Not yet. She wanted more. He had been right. The fear had only served to lace the sensuality she felt with a fiery spice.
Lucian moved onto the bed beside her. Putting his arm under her, he lifted up her head and nestled it into the crook of his arm. "Well, vampire author, was it good for you?"
Sheila licked her lips. "Am I--going to die?"
Lucian burst out laughing. "Of course not. Though they do call sex le petit mort. 'The little death'." He stroked her cheek.
He shook his head. "Did you think I was a real vampire?" He chuckled. "I mean, what you would call a real vampire?"
Sheila stared at him. "You're not, are you?"
"No. No, baby," Lucian said, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Well, we do call ourselves vampires because we get off on drinking blood. And..." His voice trailed off for a moment, then he tweaked her nose. "You mean to tell me, you write about vampires, but know nothing of blood sport?"
Sheila didn't know what to say. What was he telling her here?
Lucian hugged her close. "Let me explain. You're not going to die. Actually I drank very little of your blood and the bites will heal. They really aren't bites at all. I barely broke the skin. But there are those of us who like to pretend we're vampires. It makes for incredible sex."
"So, you're human," Sheila said.
"Of course," he said. "Welcome to the real world of vampires, Miss Sheila Jordan."
"Let me get this straight," Sheila said while trailing her fingers over his hard, flat stomach. "You 'pretend' to be a vampire and drink the blood of your 'victim' while having sex."
"Mmhmm," he murmured, stroking her hair. "The sharing of body fluid is a very intimate act."
Sheila bit her lip and tilted her head up to look at him. "What about blood borne diseases? I mean--aren't you taking a chance?"
Lucian sighed and rolled onto his side so they were facing each other. "Normally, no, I don't take chances. In our particular group, we are all tested regularly so none of us ever worry about hepatitis or worse. We also are tested for any sexually transmitted diseases. Tonight though," he ran his hand over the curve of her hip, "you tempted me beyond reason."
Sheila felt her insides turn to mush, the heat of his caress stoking her fire yet again. The fact that she could tempt him, well, it was the stuff of fantasies. Erotic ones. "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I'm squeaky clean," she said, wanting to allay any fears he had about her blood.
He smiled. "Good to know." He lightly brushed his lips over hers.
Sheila sighed into him, relief flooding through her. Lucian was just a guy who liked kinky sex. That was all. She let a little giggle escape. She was finding out she liked it too. It was heaven--absolute heaven. This research project may turn out to be more than fun. "Now, why in the world would someone as virile and handsome as you be tempted by a woman like me?" she whispered.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Lucian," she said leaning back to look at his face. "I'm old enough to be your mother."
He chuckled. "Baby, you are definitely not my mother." His hand moved around to cup one breast.
Sheila bit back a gasp as he tweaked her nipple.
"Look at you," he continued, his eyes roaming over her. "You are beautiful. Curved in all the right places. Luscious. Not sickly stick-thin like all the women my age strive to be." He splayed his hand over her stomach.
Sheila instinctively sucked in her breath. Her tummy was her most hateful flaw. Even though she'd never had a child, her tummy had never been flat. Now that she was in her mid-forties, it was rounded more than she liked.
Lucian frowned at her. "Don't do that."
"Suck in your tummy. I like your roundness. Your softness. It's very feminine."
Sheila let out her breath in a 'whoosh'.
"Much better, my luscious wicked woman." His hand slid lower, her fingers stroking the curls at the apex of her legs.
Sheila tilted her hips, pressing herself against his hand as fresh warm juices began to dampen her. "If you're not careful, my dark, dangerous Lucian, I could fall in love with you."
Lucian snaked out his tongue and used it to slowly trace her bottom lip. "You go right ahead and fall. I'll be there to catch you. But I've got to warn you--" He dipped his fingers into the cleft of her pussy, smiling when she gasped. "I enjoy a very, very wicked sex life. If you want to be with me, you'll have to realize your destiny."
"W--what destiny?" Sheila closed her eyes, rolling onto her back.
"Like I said, Sheila. You were destined to be wicked and wicked is what you will become."
"Anything, Lucian. Anything you say." Sheila stretched her arms above her head, reveling in the sense of being a woman. She was falling for him. God save her but it was the truth. He was young, smart and witty and ohhh ... he played her body like a finely tuned violin. Not to mention she could cream herself just looking at him. Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it was purely lust but at this stage in her life, she was tired of denying herself. Sheila Jordan was going to take every second of passion Lucian was willing to give.
And more if she had her way. If he wanted her to be wicked, well...
"Lucian," she breathed.
He was in the process of scooting down toward the foot of the bed. "Yes, Sheila."
She raised her head and pinned him with a look. "Teach me. Teach me to be wicked."
He continued to move down her body, his eyes not leaving her as he spread her legs. "How wicked do you want to be, baby?" He moved in between her legs, positioning himself so his face was directly above her center.
Sheila bit her lip. "I want to be..." She gasped as he spread her folds and swiped his tongue quickly over her clit.
"How wicked?" he asked, taunting.
"As wicked as it gets."
Lucian laughed, spread her flower wide and drew a long, excruciatingly slow hot lick over her heated flesh, nipping her clit lightly.
Sheila clutched the headboard and shuddered. "Jeeezzz!"
"You'll come to Chicago," Lucian said, sliding two fingers inside her.
"Ch--chicago?" She drew in a slow breath, her fingers tightening on the headboard.
"Where I live, yes." His tongue dipped again.
Sheila nodded. "I'll come." She felt like she was burning up inside. He began to stroke his fingers in and out, his eyes boring into hers. She licked her lips. Never had she seen anything as erotic as Lucian, his mouth wet with her juices, hovering between her legs.
"You'll learn my way of life, my way of loving?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.
With a slow smile curling his lips, he breathed in deeply. "You smell so mouth watering. I think I'm going to have to eat you. Would you like that, baby?"
Sheila grit her teeth. Her whole body was one raw nerve ending, ready to fry.
Lucian stilled. He cocked his head. "First lesson, Sheila. Tell me what you want. Let your sensuality take over. Tell me."
She'd never done this before. Never talked dirty to anyone. Never had told a lover what she wanted. That's probably why every sexual encounter you've ever had has been less than satisfying, she told herself.
"Sheila, I'm waiting."
Her pussy clenched, begging. "Argh!" she said, throwing her head back for a split second. He had power over her like she'd never experienced. Go with it, a voice in her head told her. Let yourself go for once.
Sheila drew in a deep breath and looked down at him. Her voice low and husky, she said, "Eat me, Lucian."
"There. Wasn't so hard, was it? Now for your reward." Like a starving man, Lucian withdrew his fingers from her and using both hands, spread her folds open wide. Then his mouth was on her.
Sheila's head fell back on the pillows, giving herself completely over to him. His tongue undulated over her slick flesh, causing the fire in her belly to spread smoky tendrils all the way up to her breasts. Her breasts swelled, nipples peaked to hard little pebbles, Lucian's wonderful tongue moving first slow, then with quick little flicks, lashing her clit. Sheila moaned, let go of the headboard and buried her hands in her own hair. Her upper back arched off the bed.
Lucian groaned between her legs. "Damn," he growled. "You taste so sweet. A juicy, hot peach."
"M--m--more," Sheila gasped.
Lucian blew a breath over her.
Sheila jerked, feeling it tingle all the way up her spine.
"Sheila," Lucian said.
"Hmm?" Oh God, please... She raised her head, looking down her body at him. I'm so close. He can't stop now. His eyes were blazing, his long dark hair draped over her thighs.
"Touch yourself," he instructed. "Touch your breasts while I feast on you."
Sheila's hands moved down but she hesitated, clutching the sheets beside her.
Lucian shook his head and scowled. "No. You must be wicked. You must learn pleasure comes from any hand if you allow yourself to be free. Now, touch yourself!"
Sheila trembled. She'd never touched herself in front of another person. But for Lucian ... she moved her hands to her breasts, resting her palms on them.
Lucian dipped his head, licking her.
"Yes!" she cried.
"Come on, my wicked woman. You know you can do better than that. You've done it before. When you're by yourself. You think no one knows, but everyone does it. Now show me how you can pleasure yourself."
Sheila's breath was burning in her lungs. Lucian's voice was low, leading her on, hypnotizing her with the power of those dark sensuous eyes. On his instructions, she began to move her hands, circling her palms over her pebbled nipples. "Mmm," she crooned biting her lip. It did feel good.
"Okay baby," Lucian said, his warm breath wafting over her needy pussy. "Keep going. Love your body. For me."
She let herself drift on a warm wave as she caressed her taut breasts. Lucian began his feast, closing his lips over her clit, using his tongue to rub her pleasure button as he gently sucked at her.
Sheila felt a tightening begin low in her belly. A swirling heat circled inside her, building, urging her on. All her inhibitions faded away. She began to move her hips to the rhythm of his mouth. "Ahhh, yesss," she hissed. "Lucian..." She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and fingers. Electric shocks of pleasure skittered over her. The back of her tongue tingled. "Ahh, Lucian, yes. Eat me."
Between her legs, he growled, drawing her flesh into his hot, wet mouth. His mouth pulled at her, tightening the coil inside her.
She quickly came undone.
Sheila burst into an orgasm, her body convulsing. A scream ripped from her throat. She vaguely felt Lucian's fingers digging into her thighs as still, he sucked, taking every last drop of her juice until she could take no more. "Please, Lucian, I can't..." she gasped for breath.
He rose up and centered himself between her quivering legs. Then he impaled her with his hot shaft. One, two, three strokes and he shouted out as he came.
Sheila went limp, muscles twitching as he rolled to lay beside her. "Yes," he said, his voice ragged. "You've got it in you. That streak of wickedness. We just need to bring it out into the open." He kissed her on the cheek. "You come to Chicago. I'll show you just what being a wicked vampire means."
Sheila sighed, sleep beginning to cloak her sated mind and exhausted body, her decision about Chicago already made.
Nothing would keep her from going to Chicago.
Nothing would keep her from Lucian.