[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Vampires]
Richelle Sommers has inherited her mother’s magical gifts: empathic and telepathic, she can feel and hear the thoughts of others as well as speak with the beasts of nature. Raised in the mountains, she becomes a beautiful woman dedicated to saving her beloved wolves.
For centuries, Valya cel Mare has defended the innocent against the evil forces seeking to destroy them. One fateful day, he loses an innocent--a powerful psychic witch--and is left to protect her only child, Richelle, from a cult of religious fanatics led by a demented old priest bent on using her powers to fight on the side of his ‘God’ and serve The Evil One, the most ancient and powerful of Vampyres.
Hunted by both man and monster, can Valya save Richelle from the religious fanatics and the Evil One, Luka cel Rau, who plans to use her powers to enslave the world?
A Siren Erotic Romance
ADULT EXCERPT
“You think I’m handsome?”
“You know I do,” she replied.
His expression became somber. He closed the gap between them until their lips barely touched, and she could feel his hot breath as he spoke.
“And you are more beautiful than anything on earth or in the heavens.”
She swallowed hard as his mouth covered hers. His kiss conveyed the veracity of his statement, gentle yet strong, controlled yet passionate. He kissed her thoroughly, meticulously paying homage to every contour, and when she parted lips in invitation, he accepted. Their tongues danced and mated, stoking the eternal fire burning within them.
Their skin was slick with perspiration, yet neither was chilled by the night air as their bodies entwined, becoming one body, one heart, one soul. The apex of her thighs was damp with her cream, easing Valya’s sensual torment as he began pressing his cock against her again. She broke their kiss and moaned.
“Please, Valya. Don’t tease me.”
“I am not teasing you, mio dusa. I am pleasing you.”
She held her breath as he thrust rapidly against her several times, the broad head of his manhood striking her clit with each upstroke and tantalizing her with the promise of fulfillment as he stroked downward along her slit. She tried to move her hips so he could enter her, but he withheld what they both wanted. What they both needed.
“Valya, please.”
It was the stark neediness in her whispery plea that undid him, and on the next pass, his cock found its home. He surged into her so deep she could feel him hit the top of her womb, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. In self-satisfaction, he held himself high within her, cherishing the silkiness of her feminine heat.
When he began to move, it was slow and steady. Like time in a bottle, there was no past, no future. For them, there was only this moment together. This was the moment he had waited a thousand lifetimes for. And he would spend the rest of his lifetime worshipping at her feet and thanking the Gods that she was his, and he was blessedly hers.
She strained beneath him, urging him to go faster, deeper. He denied her. He wanted to give her so much more than what she was asking, no begging, for. He wanted to give her everything he had, and all that he was, the way he wanted to give it.
He bent over and kissed her.
It was soul-wrenching…so beautiful.
Richelle opened herself and accepted Valya’s gift, allowing him to set the pace of their joining no matter how maddening. She felt every emotion coursing through him, and yet, it wasn’t enough. Her body clamored for more. Now. She couldn’t remain still. She couldn’t remain silent. It was as if she had lived her life for this moment alone. So much pain. So much death. But none of that mattered. Just him. Just them.
Their thoughts were merging. Just as their bodies were merging, so were their minds…and their hearts.
Their coming together in this moment was so much different. They both felt it. When they made love, there was always a deep connection binding them to one another despite the fact they had not completed the bonding ritual. And yet, this time it was so very much more than it had ever been—emotional, physical, spiritual. It was all of those things and so much more. Overwhelmed, her vision became black around the edges, and she feared she might faint. She reached out for something to hold onto, clutching his massive shoulders.
“That’s right, my darling,” he drawled huskily. He seated himself so fully within her that their pubic bones were crushed together. “Hold onto me.” Her clenching pussy gripped his penis greedily bemoaning its absence each time he pulled back. Each forward thrust parted her delicate tissues eliciting a husky moan from deep within her.
“Valya,” she moaned as his muscles flexed beneath her touch. His cock stroked her innermost core. “Oh, Valya, I cannot bear it.”
“Yes, you can, my love.”
