Love Out Loud

Dream Lover

Trina's Afternoon Delight

Skin Deep

Primal Lusts

Road To Rapture

Teacher's Pet

Night's of Desire

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An Excerpt From: LOVE OUT LOUD

Copyright © MARILYN LEE, 2008

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“So you don’t have a sheenea?”

“No. I don’t.”

Good. “They’re both sweet, romantic concepts, Randall.”

He shrugged. “My family believes in a long line of love concept. We don’t always fall in love quickly or easily but when we do fall in love, we don’t stray.”

“What more could a woman ask from a man?”

“Some prefer money to love,” he said coolly.

“You have that as well.”

“I wasn’t always wealthy.”

She reacted to the bitterness in his voice. “That mattered to someone you cared about?”

His jaw clenched. “We were discussing Bancroft.”

So his personal life was off limits. “Yes. You were going to tell me how he lost his spiritual center.”

“It started when Rissa, Brandon ’s sheenea, was murdered. We all hurt with Brandon and tried to help him work through his grief. After two years, Layton decided we needed to do something more to help him dissipate some of his grief.”

“Couldn’t he see a therapist?”

“It’s not always easy to find a therapist who understands and respects our beliefs. Besides, Tempest might have mentioned that Declan has a healing touch.”

“A healing touch? You mean he can heal people like a doctor?”

“He can’t heal physical ailments but often he can help with emotional ones. Layton and Bancroft decided Brandon ’s emotional pain was too much for Declan to handle alone. Between the three of them, they helped Brandon rid himself of enough of his grief to help him regain his spiritual center. In the process, the three of them absorbed most of the dark, negative energy, which had been consuming him.

“As a healer, Declan was used to absorbing others’ dark pain. Tempest’s love and support provided an outlet for Layton ’s because she is Layton ’s sheenea. That left Bancroft. He has neither a sheenea nor a woman with whom he had a close enough emotional tie who can help him as Tempest did Layton . He’s been left to struggle alone.”

He raised his lids and looked at her. “Could you…”

She sighed at the pain she saw in his gaze. “I feel bad for Bancroft, Randall, but Tempest was able to help Layton and bear with the darkness in him because of her vested emotional interest in him. She loves him. I don’t have any such vested interest in Bancroft. I never have.”

He raked a hand through his hair. “Forgive me. I had no right to ask. It’s just that he’s in such pain and there’s nothing we can do to help him.”

“Declan can’t help?”

“Croft has abilities of his own and each time Declan has tried, Croft rebuffs him. He erects mental barriers Declan can’t penetrate.”

She unfolded her legs and scooted across the sofa cushion to stroke a finger down his clenched right hand. “I’m not his sheenea, Randall. I can’t help him. The darkness in him is a little…frightening.”

“You’d be perfectly safe with him.”

“Then why did you feel the need to rescue me?”

He pulled his hand away from her. “You weren’t in any danger from him. I didn’t rescue you.”

“Okay, why did you…intervene when we were dancing?”

“Although you weren’t in any danger, I could see you weren’t comfortable dancing with him. You were a guest in my home so I needed to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.”

“Why did you follow us into the hall?”

“I suspected you didn’t want to be alone with him.”

“Thanks for explaining why he’s so different now.”

“He won’t always be so dark, Benai. When he’s not—”

“I’ll be very happy for him but I think I’ve made it clear that he’s not the brother I’m interested in, Randall.” She placed her hand over his.

He shook his head and withdrew it. “This was a mistake.”

She felt as if he’d slashed ice water on her. “No, it wasn’t.”

“I shouldn’t be here with you like this.”

“Like what? We’re talking, Randall, not making out.”

“The conversation is going in directions it shouldn’t.”

“Why not if we both want it?” She placed a hand on his arm. “Or are you implying I’m flattering myself to think you share my interest?”

“I’m not implying anything.” He glanced at his watch. “Damn. It’s after eleven.”

“Do you turn into a pumpkin at twelve?”

“Not tonight.”

“Good. You haven’t answered my question.”

He rose. “I can’t afford to get personal or intimate with you.”

“Why not?”

“I have to go.”

She stared up at him. “Randall—”

“I’d better go now, Benai before…”

She placed a hand on his thigh. “Before what?”

He stepped away from her touch. “Please don’t make this any harder for me.”

“It’s not as if there was ever anything between Bancroft and me, Randall—”

“He thinks there is so I can’t do this.”

“Okay. I’ll see you out.” She rose. She reached for the bowtie hanging from his breast pocket.

When he reached for it, she shook her head. “I think I’ll keep it as a souvenir.”

He shrugged. “Fine. Keep it if you like.”

“I’d rather keep you here.”

“That’s not going to happen.” He turned and walked away.

She lightly tied the bowtie around her neck before she followed him to the apartment door.

He sighed and turned to stare down at her. “Good night.”

She moistened her lips and placed a hand on his arm. “What about our date to see your pictures?”

“Give me your email address and I’ll send them to you.”

She placed her other hand on his chest and leaned close to him, staring up at him with her lips parted. “That wasn’t the deal, Randall.”

He stared at her mouth for several moments. He touched the bowtie around her neck before he sucked in a breath. “That’s the way it has to be.”

She slipped her hands across his chest. “So I shouldn’t expect anymore cozy dinners alone with you?”

“You have no idea how hard this is for me.” He closed his hands around her wrists and held her hands away from his body. “Please don’t touch me like that.”

“It’s not nearly as intimately as I’d like to touch you, Randall.”

Still holding her wrists, he leaned close, his lips parting and his head bending.

She closed her eyes and waited to feel his lips against hers.

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Dream Lover

© 2006 by Marilyn Lee
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Jade Johnstone could not look away. Her breathing was labored and her coral-colored wire-framed glasses were fogged. But she could not look away from the big, unmade brass bed. The man lying there was completely perfect -- every tall, muscular, buck-naked inch of him.

She’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Not that she’d seen many naked men with which to compare him -- at least not in the breath-stealing, glorious flesh.
Those Playgirl centerfolds she and Melissa used to spend hours gaping at as teenagers didn’t count.

Her few sexual encounters, including the ones where she’d lost her vaginal and anal virginities, had not prepared her for the absolute wonder of a naked adult male seen with the light on.

None of her three lovers had ever caused this almost painful tingling sensation along every nerve ending in her body. Just the sight of those bare broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and firm, unmistakably male buttocks left her gasping. And those long, muscular, hairy legs!

Thank God they were closed and he had his back to her. Of course that didn’t stop her from imagining what must lie between them! A delicious spinning sensation surged into her head. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the doorframe.

Get a grip, girl. Get a grip. It’s just a naked man. No reason to lose it, even if you are probably the last and only twenty-five-year-old, horny, sex-deprived woman working hard at a second virginity.

He grunted.

Oh no! He was awake. Her eyes flew open. She spun around and ran down the hall toward the stairs. The bucket, filled with cleaning utensils, hampered her flight.

She feared he’d come charging out of the bedroom after her, berating her for having stared at him while he slept. If she were discovered, she would surely lose him as a paying customer. Several feet from the top of the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder.

As she turned back, she realized it was too late to avoid tripping over the wastebasket she’d taken from the bedroom at the head of the stairs when she’d first come upstairs. “Oh, sugar!” she muttered as she fell hard. And then, “What in the Sam Hill!” as the top of the mop slammed into her left shoulder.

Breathing hard, she scrambled to her feet. Leaving her cleaning supplies where they’d fallen, she charged down the wide staircase. She jumped past the last three steps and landed on her feet in the middle of the white tiled front hall. If she could only reach the front door before he rushed out of his bedroom!

With her hand on the entry door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
There was no sign of him. The only sound audible in the entire house was her harsh breathing.

She leaned against the door and took several deep, relieved breaths. He was still asleep. She must be living right. Obviously, Reed Daniels was one of those lucky people who could sleep through an earthquake.

If she calmed down, he’d never know how the owner of his cleaning service had stood in his bedroom door staring at his big, beautiful nude body while he slept.
Since he is asleep, there’s no way he can know, she reminded herself. So don’t go to pieces. Pushing herself away from the door, she ran lightly up the staircase. On the second floor landing, she quickly gathered her scattered supplies. She descended the stairs again and left the house, closing the door quietly behind her.

On the front steps, she slowly inhaled the unusually warm early January air.
She’d had a lucky escape. She glanced guiltily around, half expecting to find Reed Daniels’ neighbors peeking out their windows. But this was a quiet, upper class neighborhood. At eight-thirty on a Monday morning, residents were either at school or work, which, she reminded herself, is where she should be. She should be inside the house behind her -- cleaning, not gawking.
She went back inside, this time deliberately slamming the front door and clanging her metal bucket onto the tile floor. She glanced up the stairs towards the second floor. Silence greeted her noisy reentry.

She frowned. She’d clean the downstairs first. By the time she returned to the second floor, he’d better be up or at least have had the decency to close his bedroom door. She wasn’t going to be responsible if she saw that big, magnificent, naked body of his again. If she did, she doubted she’d be able to resist the urge to touch him…just a little…maybe stroke a hand down his strong back. Caress his tight tush. Sneak a hand between his legs to caress his cock…

Stop it, girl!

What was he doing home anyway? In the four months she’d been cleaning his house, she’d never arrived to find him home, although she had often longed to see him again.

Their first and only meeting had taken place five months earlier at his office where they’d signed the cleaning contract. He’d given her a set of keys to his house and his alarm code.

She’d spent less than thirty minutes in his office. The moment she saw him, she’d known she would be cleaning his house herself, which would increase her chances of seeing him again. With his thick dark hair, long curling lashes, dimpled chin, smoky gray eyes, handsome face, and warm, intimate smile, he was the stuff of which feminine wet dreams were made.

Would he find her attractive? She stood in front of a beautiful gilded mirror hanging above the Queen Anne table in the front hall. True, she’d once been told her dark mocha complexion was flawless, her dark eyes sparked like liquid fire, her smile dazzled, and her sexy, please-fuck-me walk were more than enough to make a man follow her anywhere. The man who’d said those things, Jack, had been intent on getting her in bed. He’d succeeded and had taken her anal virginity later that night. After three months, during which she’d quickly grown to enjoy and look forward to anal sex, he’d wanted intercourse. When she’d refused, he stopped calling her.

She sighed. After three painful, dissatisfying relationships, she had decided that just maybe her father was right. Maybe there was a virtue in waiting for the commitment of marriage before going all the way again.

So why was she wasting her time wondering if Reed Daniels was attracted to cleaning women? Even if he were, would he be attracted to a black cleaning woman? She shook her head. Get with the program, do your job, and leave.
An hour later, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and briskly headed up the stairs. Ignoring the dryness in her throat, she cleaned the hall and two bedrooms.

Finally, it was time to go back into the master bedroom. She stalked over to the door and rapped her knuckles long and hard against the open door panel.
Silence.

She peeked into the room. He was still asleep, lying on his stomach now. His long, muscular thighs were slightly parted, offering her a tantalizing peek of the thick, rounded head of his cock. She gasped and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. He was aroused!

She stood there for what felt like hours. Looking away was out of the question.
Her body burned, her pussy ached. She felt weak with longing and mounting desire as if she was in the midst of another one of her hot wet dreams of him.
Only this time, she wasn’t sleeping or even daydreaming. He was really lying in front of her, gloriously naked, and even more gloriously aroused.

Abruptly, he rolled onto his back. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Rising up from the dark brown pubic hair, was the biggest, thickest manhood she’d ever seen. Manhood? Oh, no. That bad beauty was a cock. A big, glorious, fully erect cock she longed to feel sliding between her legs and invading her pussy.

Her knees buckled and a rush of moisture dampened her cotton panties at her lustful thoughts. Inflamed with a desire to caress his cock, she stumbled across the floor to the bed and stood staring down at him.

Only then did she notice his shallow breathing and the beads of sweat on his forehead. Ignoring the yearning tightening her stomach muscles, she reached out a tentative hand to touch his cheek and forehead. His skin felt hot and clammy.

He needed a doctor. She glanced at the night table on the other side of the big bed where she knew he kept his day organizer. Maybe his doctor’s number was in there. Instead of his organizer, she saw a sleek black case she suspected held a PDA and a pair of briefs.

Blushing, she’d started to turn away when she felt a strong, viselike grip catch her hand. Surprised, she turned back to find Reed Daniels sitting up. Although his smoky gray eyes were open, his gaze was unfocused.

Before she could decide what to do, he reached out, caught her other arm, and pulled her onto the bed.

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Trina s Afternoon Delight

© 2006 by Marilyn Lee
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Later, clad only in a skimpy red silk bra and thong, black stockings and three-inch heels, Trina again questioned her sanity. She cast a look around the room. In its center was a huge four-poster bed with fur-lined handcuffs dangling from the head and foot. Several feet from the bed stood a freestanding sex swing that looked sturdy enough to bear her weight. Along one wall was a bondage rack equipped with various items guaranteed to tease, please and delight. She went damp thinking of the pleasures she had been promised, most of which she hoped to watch in the mirrors strategically placed around the room and on the ceiling above the bed. When she turned her attention back to the mirror in front of her, a full-figured, brown-skinned woman with large, full breasts, big legs, a softly swelling belly and a well-rounded rump stared back at her.

A number of men had called her pretty, but at thirty-nine, she had yet to meet a man who appreciated a sexually confident, full-figured woman who wanted something more than vanilla sex. Weary of waiting and hoping to meet a partner who could accept her sexual preferences, she had decided to take matters into her own hands and pay for the privilege. When the week was over, she would go back to being a rather sedate accountant who helped support her elderly parents and had to watch every other penny she spent.

She heard footsteps approaching. He was coming. The lights in the room whispered out. Moments later, the door opened. A dim, almost imperceptible light in the hallway revealed a masculine and a feminine silhouette. She couldn’t see the man’s features, but just knowing she was so close to having her fantasies fulfilled sent a fresh rush of moisture into her thong.

“It’s time to don your blindfold,” Carla announced.

Trina blinked and glanced down at her right hand, which held the forgotten scrap of red silk she could no longer see. So much for watching herself being pleasured in all those lovely mirrors adorning the room. Oh well. When the week was over, she would have to make do with the video for which she’d paid extra.

“Don your blindfold.”

Moistening her lips, she fastened the mask over her eyes.

Carla spoke again. “You both have a week to explore your deepest desires. Enjoy each other to the fullest.”

The door closed and Trina knew she was alone with a strange male who would hopefully do all sorts of wicked, lustful things to her. Her heart thumped.
She heard something that sounded like a zipper sliding down. Footsteps sounded along the hardwood portion of the floor. They were alone. Oh Lord! Fresh moisture pooled in her thong. Her legs shook. Her fantasy was about to become a reality. She had never been more ready.

 

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Skin Deep

© 2006 by Marilyn Lee
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My mother, a beautiful, generous woman, often said beauty was only skin deep. Maybe so, but show me a man who doesn't prefer a beautiful woman to a plain one and I'll show you a blind man. Despite my mother's efforts, I'd never dated a female I didn't find drop dead gorgeous. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against ordinary women. I've just never seen the need to date one—until I met Bree.

The moment I saw her, I knew I'd been had, and that I would be getting even. I also knew I had to go through with the date-no matter how much I wanted to pretend I was at the wrong apartment.

Before you think I'm some fickle knucklehead unable to see past appearances, I'll save you the trouble and admit that, like most males, I prefer a woman I spend time with to be at least pretty. Her being beautiful would be even better.

I prefer liked slender, petite, gorgeous women with green eyes, fair skin and long, flowing red hair. Bree's skin was dark and clear, her eyes were an ordinary brown, and she wore her dark hair short and natural. I guessed she was roughly five eight—hardly petite. There would be no swinging her up into my arms and carrying her off to bed after a night of wining and dining.

I could have dealt with Bree's other shortcomings—had she at least been pretty. Granted, she had a nice smile. Actually she had a fantastic smile that shown in her eyes. Even so, it would be a stretch to call her anything other than…almost cute. I don't mean to imply that she was thoroughly unattractive. She wasn't, but she was no wear near my ideal woman.

“You must be Jake.”

I blinked. Her voice was husky—in a surprisingly sexy way. Her great smile and intriguing voice wouldn’t get her past one base with me.

“Jake? I'm Gabrielle Williams.”

I swallowed hard, hoping no trace of the dismay I felt showed on my face. I might have managed that, but for the moment, I was literally speechless at the situation I'd allowed Lea to maneuver me into.

She offered her hand. “My friends call me Bree.”

I smiled and shook her hand briefly. It was soft and warm, yet she had a firm handshake. “Jake Volmer.”

She glanced briefly over her shoulder into her apartment. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

“No. ” Realizing I'd spoken too quickly and decisively, I smiled again. “We have reservations. If you're ready, we should go.”

She gave me a long, piercing look, sighed and then shook her head. “You don’t need to do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can see I'm not what you expected.”

Now that was an understatement if ever I'd heard one. “What?”

“What did Lea say to get you here tonight?”

Lea was my sister-in-law who was forever complaining that I was too fickle when it came to women. She's a fine one to talk about fickleness, but I'd lost track of the number of times she'd told me that I wouldn't know a good a woman if I fell over her. Why the hell had I allowed her to talk me into a blind date just to prove--what? What the hell was this date going to prove, except that even married to my younger brother, Ed, Lea could still manipulate me?

I knew Lea expected me to take one look at Bree and find a way to back out of the date. Then she could gloat and say I-told-you-so for the next year or so when we met at family functions. Well hell would freeze over before I gave Lea that satisfaction.

I arched a brow and smiled down at Bree. “I'm not dating anyone, so Lea suggested we might enjoy spending an evening together.”

“I can see that my appearance surprises you.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

She nodded. “I think you do. You don't have to go through with this.”

If she didn't want to go out with me, why had she allowed Lea to set up this date? Were she and Lea in this together? Were they both expecting me to back out? Then they were both going to be disappointed. I narrowed my gaze, wondering just how deeply she had plotted with Lea. How far was she prepared to go to make me look bad?

“Let’s chalk this up to a mistake, Jake.”

In her damned dreams. I shook my head. “Absolutely not. As I said, we have a reservation.” I offered her my arm. “Are you ready?”

She hesitated for several moments before she turned that slow, enchanting smile of hers on me.

I stared down into her warm brown eyes and swallowed. Damn. That smile of hers was very nice.

She slipped her arm through mine. “If you're sure, I'm ready.”

Looking down into her dark, alluring gaze, the only thing I was sure of was that I was no longer sure of much of anything. But hell would freeze over before I allowed her and Lea the satisfaction of my walking away. At the end of the evening, I was going to teach her a lesson that ensured she wouldn’t conspire against another man.

“Great. So, let's go.”

On the drive to the restaurant, the soft, seductive scent of her perfume made it difficult to concentrate on my newly formed game plan. I realized she was speaking and frowned. “I'm sorry. What did you say?”

She brushed her fingers against my right hand on the steering wheel. I felt a jolt of heat rushing up the back of my neck. What the hell was she doing touching me? I tightened my grip and clenched my jaw.


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Primal Lusts

© 2004 by Marilyn Lee
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Published by Liquid Silver Books

Prologue

Long ago on the Desert Plains of Denhari--The Planet Aeolia
The warm night was lit by the brilliance of a full Denhari silver moon, but the woman fleeing naked across the blue desert did not have time to admire the beauty of the evening. An equally naked, and fully aroused, vampire with glowing eyes and bared incisors pursued her.

"Willoni! Come back to me! I command it!"

Although she longed to turn and rush into his arms and once again lose herself in his fiery passion, she dared not. The Singer who had won her devotion would return with the dawn and would expect to spend the remaining days and nights of the Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception alone with her. The Feast was the one time of the year when the Willoni who served the Goddess Caldara were allowed to indulge their passions, tasting every sort of sexual bliss of which they were capable.

Each Willoni, no matter how devoted to her duties at the temple or in the various towns of Denhari, looked forward to the month-long feast. It was a time of great passion, lust, and carnal delights when a Willoni, who had otherwise forsaken physical pleasure, could take on as many lovers as she could satisfy.

Before she met the Singer, three years earlier, The Feast had been a sad time. Mindful of the fact that she had incurred the wrath of Caldara, through no fault of her own, she kept to herself during The Feast, only venturing out once a week to take a lover or two who made no lasting impression on her.

Her trouble began when the Eternal God of Passion, Heoptin, had fallen for her while she posed for the statue he called The Ebony Venus of Love. His attentions had been unexpected and most unwelcome.

As a minor priestess-in-waiting at the temple of Amisha, Goddess of Bliss, she served at the temple of Caldara to repay a favor her Goddess owned Caldara. When Heoptin had fallen for her, Caldara had been furious. The Goddess received Amisha's permission to have her assignment to the temple at Denhari made permanent; then Caldara confined her to the temple grounds, forbidding her to see Heoptin.

Longing for the freedom to indulge her passions as freely as her temple duties permitted that Amisha, a much kinder Goddess, allowed her priestesses, she had been miserable. She considered fleeing across the desert to appeal for Amisha's intervention--when she met the Singer.

He was such a forceful yet tender lover that she fell for him their first night together. She spent the next eleven months longing for the return of The Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception so she could lose herself in him again.

She had spent the first week of the current Feast happily with the Singer, drowning in his tender passion that tore at her heart and branded it as his alone. When his duties as Elder Singer had called him away, she had spent the second week with a succession of lovers. More than one night had found her lying on the blue sands with two or more lovers who satisfied her physical needs, but left her emotionally longing for her Singer.

That had changed at the beginning of the third week when she, bored with the males who journeyed to the temple in hopes of pleasuring those who served Caldara, had wandered out naked across the sands. As she stood looking up at the full moon, thinking of her Singer, she had felt a sensual fire spring up in her belly and burn.

Turning, she had seen him, naked and aroused, crossing the sands toward her. She immediately recognized him as the priest who had fashioned her image for Heoptin's pleasure. While she had stood naked in the desert, night after night, he had shown no interest in her, but now his desire for her was so potent and powerful, it had reached out to her, setting her entire body aflame. Abandoning thoughts of the Singer, she rushed toward the approaching male whose lust drew her to him.

When she reached him, she flung herself into his arms. He caught her, lowered her to the sands on her back and rose over her. With one lustful movement, he thrust the thickest cock she'd ever had deep into her and forced a cry of pleasure-pain from her that had echoed across the sands. Stretching and filling her with his hard warmth, he bit one of her breasts and ravished her repeatedly. Buffeted by a feverish passion she had never experienced, she came quickly and often, in rapid succession, unable to recover from one scorching orgasm before another blazed through her. He took her again and again, feasting on her blood and her pussy with a hunger that branded the taste of his lips on hers, and created a hunger for his cock in her she couldn't fully satisfy or deny. Even after an eternity, she knew she would still long for him as deeply as she did their first glorious night together.

They had spent that entire third week of the feast alone together in the desert, discovering new ways to satisfy their passions and hungers for each other. At the end of that week, as they lay on the soft blue sand, still joined after a particularly hot mating that had seen them both come multiple times, a junior singer from the temple had called out to her. "Priestess, may I approach?"

Lying on her side, still impaled on the vampire's huge, addictive shaft, she had lazily lifted her head and looked over his shoulder. She noted a tall, slender singer who served in the temple of Heoptin at Denhari approaching. "You may approach, Singer," she said.

He stopped very close, his eyes downcast. "I bring a message from my master, the Singer. He will return with the dawn and will want to take you to the Temple of Heoptin at the Rock Cannons on Persia to spend the remaining days of the feast there. He asks that you spend tonight in the baths, undergoing ritual cleansing so that when he mates with you, there will be no seed from other lovers remaining in you, Priestess. He will arrive at dawn and requests that you be cleansed and ready to accompany him."

With that the singer had bowed his head, and moved off toward the Garden of Passion.

His words had sent a stab of panic through her. She looked at the vampire priest whose cock was still so firmly embedded in her and sighed. "Thank you for such an enchanting week, but I must go." She pushed against his shoulders and bit her lip to keep from crying out in despair as his cock slid out of her body. Bereft of his hard warmth, depression settled over her.

She rose to stand on trembling legs, breathing deeply, in an attempt to get the scent of his lovemaking out of her lungs.

He rose and turned her to face him. "Where do you think you are going, Willoni?"

The question surprised her. "To the Baths for Cleansing."

"No. You're not going to cleanse your body of my seed and you are not going to meet this Singer. There is a week of the feast left. I will take you to my home in the Crystal Falls and there you will spend the rest of the feast with me. I will take you to the base of the Falls and mate with you as it sings its magic, binding you to me forever."

Oh, how she trembled with lust at the thought of being taken under the Crystal Falls. It was said the Crystal Falls produced a special brand of male whose passions were legendary and boundless. Oh to mate under the falls with this vampire with the voracious sexual appetite for her! Yet she could not forget the Singer's tender passion and knew she could not hurt him, which meant she had to leave the vampire now. Although mild-tempered as most healers were, the Singer would be furious if he arrived and found her full of another male's seed when they mated.

He would not be inclined to share her with this big, handsome vampire with his endless passion and incredible, addictive lust. "No. The Singer mastered my soul song three feasts prior and won my devotion. I cannot go with you. I must cleanse myself."

She stroked her fingers down his cheek. "Please tell me that you will come back at the next Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception."

He stared at her. "What? You expect me to let you go and return in a year and hope the Singer gets called away during the feast so I might mate with you? No! I too have mastered your soul song, Willoni. I claim my right to your devotion and your body! They are both mine! When the Singer returns at dawn, I will challenge him for the right to spend the entire feast month with you for eternity."

She looked into his eyes and shivered at the thought of her gentle Singer engaging in physical combat for her with this powerful vampire. No! She would not allow it! "You overstep your bounds, Vampire. Who has mastered my soul song is a matter for my discretion alone. I choose my Singer ... I must. There are many priestesses at the temple for you to mate with in the remaining week. I am going to cleanse myself."

Heart aching with grief, for she feared she had fallen not only in lust with him, but also in love, she turned and started across the sands.

"Come back, Willoni!"

Without turning, she ran across the desert, eager to get away from him before her resolve weakened and she raced back into his arms. Instead, she fled across the sands with him in pursuit.

"Come back! You are mine and when the Singer returns, I will kill him and whoever I need to, to ensure you belong to me alone."
The thought of her kind, considerate lover's life being threatened infuriated

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Road To Rapture

© 2003 by Marilyn Lee
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Mara lay moaning softly. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel Erotica’s big body on top of hers, his cock buried deep in her body, thrusting and pumping her to an incredible climax. Her orgasm was just a breath away when she felt a distinct breeze on her body. Sighing and straining to reach her peak, she reluctantly opened her eyes and turned her head. A startled scream escaped her lips and she bolted to her feet, nearly losing her balance.

Erotica stood in the open bathroom door with several pink towels casually tossed over his bare shoulder. Mara could see and appreciate the wide expanse of his chest, covered with a mass of fine, blond hair, and sporting a pair of luscious looking nipples that almost made her mouth go dry and other places damper still. The muscles in her stomach clenched. Sugar. His whole body was bare. Her gaze gravitated to his groin. His erect cock, with a big, thick, dark pink head, beckoned to her from the base of a mass of dark pubic hair. Although she had definitely seen and had bigger cocks, his was a very nice size and just the sight of his tool made her pussy convulse. Oh, sugar, but she wanted him.

“I brought your towels,” he said in that deep voice of his that danced along her nerve endings, his gaze centered on her pussy.

“Oh my God!” Her whole body flushed as her joy toy slipped out of her pussy and hit the water with a splash.

Tossing the towels aside, he strolled across the room and retrieved the vibrator from the water. Face burning, she stretched out a trembling hand for it. Smiling, he pressed the tip of the toy tight against her clit. Surprised, she moaned, stepped back, and lost her balance. She screamed, expecting to hit her head against the bath as she fell. Thrusting out his arms, he caught her just as her body went horizontal and well before she was in danger of hitting the enamel of the bath.

“Do not fear, Mara Manning. No harm will befall you while I breathe.”

She stared up at him, her lips parted slightly.

Cradling her naked, wet body in his arms, he stepped into the tub.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Although she shrieked the question, her pulse raced with excited anticipation.

He lowered his body into the water, settling her against him with her back to his front. One big hand splayed across her breasts, the other cupped her pussy. She sucked in a breath. Oh, sugar! His thick cock pulsed against her rear end. “What are you doing?” she asked again, her voice coming out in a low, breathless whisper.

The fingers of the hand cupping her groin moved and she let out a soft breath as they entered her pussy. The other hand began tweaking her nipples.

He pressed his lips against one ear. “You are mine.”

“I…I am?” Oh Lord, yes, she was!

“Yes. Mine and tonight I will take pussy for the first time with you, Mara Manning of Earth. I am going to thrust my cock deep inside you and couple with you again and again, delighting in your pussy.”

“Take pussy for the first time? You mean you’re a virgin?” She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, even though most of it was submersed in water. The combination of the gentle bubble jets against the soles of her feet and lying on such a luscious morsel of masculinity combined to make thought difficult. But feelings were intense and exquisite. “What do you mean?”

But she knew what he meant. His fingers eased in and out of her vagina, while his thumb flicked against her clit. In a matter of moments, she had soaked his fingers. He withdrew them from her and brought them to his face. She turned her head and watched as he inhaled deeply. Then, with his eyes closed, he thrust the fingers, still slightly coated with her juices, into his mouth and began sucking, clearly savoring the experience.

Watching the play of emotions on his handsome face—delight in her natural aroma and taste followed by satisfaction—Mara knew a desire to make his first time with a woman completely memorable and totally enjoyable. That meant no-holds-barred. Since he had never been with a woman, it should be safe to indulge in the ultimate delight with him…gloriously naked cock to aching, needy pussy. Oh Lord, let the fucking begin, she thought as he drew his fingers out of his mouth. She tensed. She knew just where they would be welcome. Apparently, so did he.

He eased his fingers back into her then, after a few moments, removed them and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “By Aeolus, I have never smelled anything

as exciting as your pussy. It is a fragrance you produce just for me. Is it not, Mara Manning?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned, uncaring what she was saying. She just needed him.

“I will couple with you now.”

“Oh, yes! Yes! Do me, please. Now!” she demanded in a shameless, husky voice.

“Yes, my lovely. Now.”

Before she could turn and eagerly push her pussy down onto his cock and indoctrinate him into the joys of loving an older woman, he gripped her hips and thrust up against her.

The breath left her lungs in a startled gasp. She felt his slick, hard length being quickly propelled up into her pussy. Lord. Oh Lord! At last she had a thick, hot cock in her starved pussy again. Oh, sugar, there was nothing in the world as wonderful as a hard shaft wielded by a handsome, luscious man. She closed her eyes, spread her legs as far apart as the bath allowed, and pushed her hips down, wanting to feel every inch of his shaft as deep in her as possible.

They thrust at each other and she felt the base of his cock at her entrance and realized she had all of him within her body. A feeling of warmth and acceptance rolled over her. She had a crazy feeling that she had spent her entire dating life waiting for this one special moment with this man. Lovely. Oh, dear Lord, so lovely and wonderful and he had not yet stroked his cock in and out of her. She ground her behind, feeling his full thickness resting deliciously inside her. Nice, but nowhere near enough. “More…give me more…” she whispered, rotating her rear wildly against his groin, feeling hot and desperate for the fucking to begin.

“Oh Lord, I need more. Thrust in me.”

“More?” His hands left her hips to cup her breasts. “As you wish, Mara Manning.” Licking the right side of her neck at the spot that turned her body to mush, he withdrew all but the thick, hard head of his cock and then leisurely plowed back into her.

Oh Lord. He entered her pussy, pleasing inch by inch, slowly stretching and impaling her on his hard length.

“Oh…lovely,” she whispered. “Hmm. That’s it.” She reached down and cupped her hand over the base of his cock and balls. “Go in slowly. Hmm. Slowly. It’s been a long time and I want to savor the feeling of your dick going into me.”

“This is my cock,” he told her.

“I don’t care what you call it,” she moaned. “Just give it to me.”

He shuddered against her and stiffened, his fingers tightening on her breasts. For one horrible moment, she feared he would lose control and ejaculate prematurely before she was ready to come. After all, this was his first time. “Not yet. Not yet. Hold on!” she pleaded.

He bit into her shoulder and held his cock thrust-deep inside her for several breath- taking moments. Finally, some of the tension left his body. Taking deep, gulping breaths, he sighed softly, rotated his hips, and continued pushing into her.

“Oh. Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes! Hmm. That’s it. Just like that.”

His teeth nipped the side of her neck, sending a warm wave of desire through her. “Mara Manning…I knew you were the one the moment I saw you in my dreams.”

His voice was low and rough with passion. She thrilled to the tension she felt building anew in his body as he continued spearing her. Each upward movement of his powerful hips sent another series of tingles down her body to her toes. Her pussy creamed and she arched her body and shoved her hips down. Finally, she felt his groin against her behind again. Oh, sugar, but she was filled more than she’d ever been in her life.

He withdrew from her and began another slow, maddening slide home taking care to occasionally rub his thumb against her clit. Hmm. So wonderful. Drowning in delicious sensations, Mara was only vaguely aware that he seemed to be pushing more cock into her than he’d withdrawn just moments earlier. She hadn’t been laid in so long

she was giddy. While his cock was a nice size, it was not as long or as thick as she was imagining. And yet, why did she feel so stuffed and full?

Lord, he felt so good thrusting inside her. Just the touch of his body made nonsense of past hurts and disappointments. They had all prepared her for this joy. So what did any of them matter? This experience with him went beyond the purely physical. He made love to her soul and her bruised heart. His cock didn’t just touch her body, it reached every sentimental feeling part of her. Combined with the feel of his lips against her neck, and his big, warm hands alternatively cupping her breasts and stroking down her belly to rub against her clit, she quickly lost herself in the feelings of ecstasy building in her pussy and spreading throughout her whole body.

Obviously he was enjoying his first fuck. His breathing had quickened against her ear and his hands, cupping her breasts, almost hurt. Sugar, his dick, feeling bigger and harder with each thrust did hurt, but that was okay because she sometimes liked it a little rough. And he was really giving it to her now. Pulling nearly all of his shaft out of her body, only to quickly propel every delicious hard inch back in her. His hips moved with increasing speed, torpedoing his thickening length in and out of her with a sustained vigor and gusto she hadn’t experienced since her college years.

No. She had never had such a glorious, all encompassing fuck. With his sweet cock rapidly setting her pussy on fire and her senses on overload, she burst into an orgasm so intense and prolonged, it bordered on agony.

He detonated after her, seeming to come in torrents. Mara, who had never actually felt a lover coming inside her, moaned in lust as blast after blast of seed flooded her and began seeping out to mix with the bath water. And still he came. Thank God for contraceptives.

Finally, as she lay limp and immeasurably satisfied and totally happy on top of him, he stroked his hands over her body and whispered in her ear.

“You enjoyed our coupling, Mara Manning?”

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Teachers Pet
© 2007 by Marilyn Lee
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    Her feelings stunned her. At thirty-two, she had imagined herself in love a few times, most notably with Marc. But never had she felt so right with a man so soon after meeting him. There she was without her face. Her breasts hung halfway to her ribs. Instead of being embarrassed, the look in his eyes and the husky quality in his voice made her feel as sexy as hell. It was almost as if they’d grown comfortable with each other during the course of a long, intimate relationship.

    “Thanks, Devlin, but this isn’t the impression I wanted to make on our first date.”
    His gaze went to her breasts. “Trust me, Javen. It’s a very pleasing impression.”
    “Oh, you have a way with words.”
    “I mean it.”
    “I think I’m going to like you.”
    He grinned. “I’m counting on that.”
    I’ll bet you are. “Well, I’m not going to have you staring at my breasts all day.”
    “What if I promise not to stare?”
    “I wouldn’t believe you,” she told him.
    He laughed. “Okay, but I think you should know that if you put on a bra, you’re going to greatly diminish my pleasure in the day.”
    She smiled. “I’m sure you’ll learn to cope.”
    “My coping skills are almost nonexistent,” he warned. “You could really be damaging my psyche if you put on a bra. You wouldn’t want to do that, would you?”
    “You can hardly expect me to flop around like this all day.”
    “Can’t I? Why not?”
    Their sexual banter heightened her excitement. “Because sooner or later you’d be tempted to touch.”
    “Probably so.”
    “You admit it?”
    “Since it’s obvious, what’s the point in denying it?”
    The question left her momentarily speechless.
    He tilted his head. “Why would that be so bad? Are they off limits?”
    The huskily voiced questions sent a coil of heat all through her. Worse still was the desire the words invoked in her. She struggled to control the impulse to give him what he wanted. “You don’t think I plan to let you play with my breasts on a first date, do you?”
    “Well, not before we’ve been introduced. But afterwards, why not?”
    “Introduce you?”
    “Yes. I’d love to say hello.”
    Just as she would love to say hello to his cock. “You can do that when I return.”
    “I’d love to meet them in their natural, unencumbered state.”
    Her nipples hardened, her face flushed and a surge of desire sizzled through her. She wet her lips. “Believe me, I will introduce you.”
    “When?”
    She shrugged. “Soon.”
    “There’s no time like the present.”
    She forced herself to shake her head. “The living room is to your right, the balcony just beyond that. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.” She turned away.
    “Wait a minute.”
    She moistened her lips before she turned to face him. “Yes?”
    He sighed. “I apologize if I’ve embarrassed you or stepped out of line.”
    “Well—”
    “I don’t want you to think this all just about sex.”
    That’s exactly what is was all about, but she wouldn’t object if he wanted to shroud their mutual sexual attraction in more socially acceptable terms. “It’s all right. I’ll let you know if you step out of line.”
    He grinned. “So? Can I say a quick hello to the lovelies before you put them away?”
    Her stomach muscles tightened. A flood o