"I can't." She whispered through molten lips that were pressed against the smooth library wall. "The curator forbids entry to anyone."
The fervid length of his calescent crimson frame condensed against her, pinning her between the beauty of chiseled Incubus muscle and the harsh masonry of the internal palisade. The bawdy elation of her growing arousal crafted a sinful smile along his delectable mouth, feeding on the unbridled emotion that she tried to disguise though could not deny.
"Certainly you can, my dear." The satiny touch of his ardent whisper thriving along the dainty bend of her ear, causing her dark eyes to flutter and her parched lips to gasp. "I promise that it will be well worth it." He emphasized his pledge by raking the rounded touch of talented fingertips up the outside of her thighs, drawing with it the length of her skirt to expose the bare limbs beneath.
"Oh yes." She murmured, her head falling back to rest upon the masculine support of his shoulder, a bowed undulation writhing against his sturdy physique. "Whatever you want." She assured him. "You can take it all."
Lips, housing a diabolical grin, pressed into the exposed skin of her neck, drawing from her an euphoric whimper. Her head tilted sharply moments later, offering him as much of her flesh as possible, pressed back against him, determined to meld.
"On the table." He ordered in a heated rendition of his velvety timbre. "Quickly."
Cognizant regard was hesitant, though within her swirling mind she was able to draw clarity, and swept away from him to head toward the table he suggested, turning back with an inquisitive perplexity once she arrived.
"On to it." He said behind narrowed alabaster cauldrons and a sinister smile. "As though it were a bed."
Her cheeks flushed with carmine hue, though any forbearance was quickly absolved from her dark eyes in observance of his predatory approach, the aqueous ripple of ridged sinew promising an embrace of power; an impaling acquisition. Quickly she turned and pulled herself onto the mahogany plateau, drawing her skirts up and splaying her supple legs in growing anticipation of his intimacy.
Once arrived he leisurely reached out and placed a velvety touch upon her knees, staring down at the treasure nestled into their enticing concourse. He knew that the lingering inspection would ignite lascivious panic inside of her and he was right, able to feel her growing tremble beneath the weight of his achromic stare. He held it for a moment longer, milking the yearning discomfort that lashed inside her very core. She shuddered beneath him, wanting the visual assault to stop, but fearful of what such a refusal would induce; namely, his withdrawal.
The stare lifted, and he watched the arid tiers of her mouth circumvent around her sigh of relief. Her brow had beaded with the most petite lines of sweat, the droplets a physical testament to the wicked labor she had endured.
The length of a cardinal-colored arm extended, reaching between the oblique splay of her thighs and upward near the swell of her still-clothed bosom. The startled intake of air between sharply tight lips indicated her returned trepidation, and yet her body oscillated beneath him with hunger and need.
The temptation of his hand dropped to her waist, the corral of deft fingers taking the thin and short crystal rod from her pocket with a natural proficiency that most thieves spent years perfecting. While swift, the movements had not been disguised, though it did not surprise him that she seemed detached from the severity of losing such an item. He had seen his innate endowment work on mortal women before, and recognized its success.
"If we are to partake in such lurid affairs then I must know that you are a capable lover. I've met far too many women who promised the grasp of a velvet sheath and instead delivered a barren satchel."
Her lips quivered, eyes lost in the sturdy contours of his ambrosial frame, mind swirling under the guile of this somatic fantasy. "What...what do I do?"
"I'm going to check on the vault. If, by the time I return, you've brought yourself to the pinnacle of rapture, then we will continue." His empyrean features descending into a dour mien. "If not..." He let the implication hang.
Confusion was the first reaction to crest her pretty and youthful features, but then as understanding crept in, her dark eyes became wide, the slender column of her throat admitting the harsh swallow that emerged.
With languid ease he turned and started away, rolling the cigarette-sized crystal pin across his scarlet knuckles. With a sweep of blood-red red tendrils he did glance back at her, though only once, and it was just in time to watch as she plunged her hands between those parted legs, eager and desperate to show her wanton worth.
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The fervid length of his calescent crimson frame condensed against her, pinning her between the beauty of chiseled Incubus muscle and the harsh masonry of the internal palisade. The bawdy elation of her growing arousal crafted a sinful smile along his delectable mouth, feeding on the unbridled emotion that she tried to disguise though could not deny.
"Certainly you can, my dear." The satiny touch of his ardent whisper thriving along the dainty bend of her ear, causing her dark eyes to flutter and her parched lips to gasp. "I promise that it will be well worth it." He emphasized his pledge by raking the rounded touch of talented fingertips up the outside of her thighs, drawing with it the length of her skirt to expose the bare limbs beneath.
"Oh yes." She murmured, her head falling back to rest upon the masculine support of his shoulder, a bowed undulation writhing against his sturdy physique. "Whatever you want." She assured him. "You can take it all."
Lips, housing a diabolical grin, pressed into the exposed skin of her neck, drawing from her an euphoric whimper. Her head tilted sharply moments later, offering him as much of her flesh as possible, pressed back against him, determined to meld.
"On the table." He ordered in a heated rendition of his velvety timbre. "Quickly."
Cognizant regard was hesitant, though within her swirling mind she was able to draw clarity, and swept away from him to head toward the table he suggested, turning back with an inquisitive perplexity once she arrived.
"On to it." He said behind narrowed alabaster cauldrons and a sinister smile. "As though it were a bed."
Her cheeks flushed with carmine hue, though any forbearance was quickly absolved from her dark eyes in observance of his predatory approach, the aqueous ripple of ridged sinew promising an embrace of power; an impaling acquisition. Quickly she turned and pulled herself onto the mahogany plateau, drawing her skirts up and splaying her supple legs in growing anticipation of his intimacy.
Once arrived he leisurely reached out and placed a velvety touch upon her knees, staring down at the treasure nestled into their enticing concourse. He knew that the lingering inspection would ignite lascivious panic inside of her and he was right, able to feel her growing tremble beneath the weight of his achromic stare. He held it for a moment longer, milking the yearning discomfort that lashed inside her very core. She shuddered beneath him, wanting the visual assault to stop, but fearful of what such a refusal would induce; namely, his withdrawal.
The stare lifted, and he watched the arid tiers of her mouth circumvent around her sigh of relief. Her brow had beaded with the most petite lines of sweat, the droplets a physical testament to the wicked labor she had endured.
The length of a cardinal-colored arm extended, reaching between the oblique splay of her thighs and upward near the swell of her still-clothed bosom. The startled intake of air between sharply tight lips indicated her returned trepidation, and yet her body oscillated beneath him with hunger and need.
The temptation of his hand dropped to her waist, the corral of deft fingers taking the thin and short crystal rod from her pocket with a natural proficiency that most thieves spent years perfecting. While swift, the movements had not been disguised, though it did not surprise him that she seemed detached from the severity of losing such an item. He had seen his innate endowment work on mortal women before, and recognized its success.
"If we are to partake in such lurid affairs then I must know that you are a capable lover. I've met far too many women who promised the grasp of a velvet sheath and instead delivered a barren satchel."
Her lips quivered, eyes lost in the sturdy contours of his ambrosial frame, mind swirling under the guile of this somatic fantasy. "What...what do I do?"
"I'm going to check on the vault. If, by the time I return, you've brought yourself to the pinnacle of rapture, then we will continue." His empyrean features descending into a dour mien. "If not..." He let the implication hang.
Confusion was the first reaction to crest her pretty and youthful features, but then as understanding crept in, her dark eyes became wide, the slender column of her throat admitting the harsh swallow that emerged.
With languid ease he turned and started away, rolling the cigarette-sized crystal pin across his scarlet knuckles. With a sweep of blood-red red tendrils he did glance back at her, though only once, and it was just in time to watch as she plunged her hands between those parted legs, eager and desperate to show her wanton worth.
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