Dark Admirer (18 page)

So beautiful
, she whispered, watching his mouth move along her.
A beautiful, dark angel
.

He looked up at her, half his face—the tattooed half—hidden in shadow. He smiled, a slow, lazy seductive grin.

“Say it again.”

“Beautiful angel.”

“No, where am I more beautiful than pleasing you between your thighs.”

Eve hissed and drew her knees up, holding her thighs to Anael’s head. He took his time, savouring her; bringing her up, then slowly down, each time building her up higher and higher until she was nearly there, nearly able to grasp the orgasm, only to have it snatched away.

He had her pulling at his hair and scraping her nails along his shoulders, begging him to make her come. And then he did, with fast short flicks against her burning clitoris, he gave her the orgasm of her life, and she screamed for him, and he watched her. She saw that, the way he drank in her response to him and his powers.

Before she could come down from Heaven, Anael reached for her and positioned her so that she sat astride him and his erection was pulsing against her swollen folds.

“You’ve made me your disciple, muirnin. I’d follow you to hell, you know.”

Anael let his gaze roam liberally along her body. He took his time studying her in the light, watching as the moonlight kissed her flesh. His gaze flickered up to the gentle slope of her shoulder, to the curve of her neck. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers along the indentation of her waist and up and over her hip, all the while watching in the mirror as his hand roamed along her alabaster flesh.

Gooseflesh sprung to life beneath his fingers and he felt Eve sway into him. His hand at last found her luscious ass and he squeezed it. His finger skimmed down her plump cheeks, only to disappear into the curls that were already damp for him.

He liked the possessiveness of watching his hands on her, liked seeing his fingers against her skin, as if he were marking her for his own.

“God, but I want to possess you, Eve,”
he groaned
. “I want to mark you as mine so you will never forget that you belong to me.”
Her body trembled and he reached for her breasts, bringing them together and running his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting another ripple of tremors through her limbs.

He was aching to take her, but he wanted to take things slowly, to savour the moment.

“Tell me you want this, that you want my cock inside you.”

Her eyes went wide when he raised her up from his lap and took his cock in his hand, thrusting slowly into her, telling her to sink down onto him. A thin sheen of perspiration trickled between her breasts and he captured it with his fingertip, circling her nipple with it until it glistened like a shining cherry.

With slow, loving strokes he made love to her, watching her atop him, her body loving him, surrounding him. Gathering his strength he made the slowest, most sensual love he could to her, and as the sun’s rays began to streak like fingers through the sky, he at last allowed himself the pleasure of coming inside her, of feeling her exhausted body fall down onto his chest.

This night with her would have to be enough. It had to be, for there couldn’t be any more nights with Eve. Nights spent inside Eve’s body.

She was a beautiful mortal. He was a Fallen Angel. Like Romeo and Juliet, they were doomed to live apart forever.

Chapter Ten

Eve stared at the man sitting across from her. Richard Stokes was everything Gemma had told her was. Good looking, sincere, well read. And he was definitely in to her. The low cut black dress she was wearing had certainly been the correct choice for tonight’s date. He couldn’t keep his hazel eyes off her cleavage. Cleavage, she admitted, that she had allowed to spill out of the daring neckline.

“Flaunt if you’ve got ‘em,” Gemma always said. Eve definitely had them, so she’d decided she might as well give Mr. Stokes a little taste for what he could expect.

Ever since the magical appearance of her angelic stranger, Eve had become a Siren. Never had she been this comfortable with her lush body or sexuality. She’d certainly never worn anything this daring or revealing her in her life. But the truth was, she liked the looks she was getting not just from her date, but from other men as well.

With a shake of her head, she reached for her Long Island Iced Tea and took a lady-like sip. She couldn’t shake the warmth that other men’s longing stares gave her, nor could she hide from the fact that she longed for one of the covetous gazes to belong to her mysterious friend—her Dark Admirer, she reminded herself.

“Would you like another?”

“That’d be nice, Richard.”

He nodded, bent forward and retrieved her glass and stole another look at her boobs. She should be flattered and excited, and maybe a week ago she might have been. But not now. Now she wanted one man, and one man only.

As Richard Stokes headed to the bar, she watched him, feeling guilty for her thoughts. He seemed like a nice guy, and he was certainly good looking, and had a nice body. Only she couldn’t seem to work up the enthusiasm.

His conversation while perfectly fine, left her feeling bored and restless. She was searching for something tonight, and it was not Richard. Nor was it any other male in the club.

She saw Richard leaning against the bar, watching her. She looked quickly away, fearing she might be showing how uninterested she was in him, and how much she wished she hadn’t agreed to come for a drink after their dinner.

And all this sounded so damn crazy. She was lusting after someone she only knew in her dreams. She didn’t even know if he was real or a figment of some very heavy duty orgasm. One thing she did know for certain was that she couldn’t trust her judgment any more.

Get a grip,
a voice in her head said.
You’re not going to dump this guy simply because of your dream lover.
That voice warred with the other, the voice that told her she’d already given her heart to another.

It was the truth. She was falling for a man she didn’t even know. Didn’t even know if, in truth, he was a man. She knew nothing about him, only knew she felt a deep connection with him, and knew that he had been the man who had brought out her sexuality, the only one to have made her body weep with pleasure.

Could Richard, if she allowed him, pleasure her so well?

“No, he couldn’t, because he is not yours. You belong to me—only me.”

She heard his voice, a dark whisper in her mind. She looked around the club, searching for his tall body, but found no-one who could match his height, the breadth of his shoulders.

“Here you go.”

Richard had returned with a fresh drink. She watched as he sat down and opened the buttons of his sports coat. She heard the words, whispered once more.

“You belong to me—only me.”

She blinked, looked up and met Richard’s curious gaze. What he saw in her eyes she didn’t know, but he reached for her hand and it held it in his. His fingers stroked over her fingertips, and when he looked up from their joined hands there was something in his eyes—
triumph
.

The crowd chose that moment to swell and hedge them in their booth. The glow of Richard’s eyes deepened, sensing the face that they were now obstructed from view.

“I know I’ve told you this already, you look beautiful. But what I haven’t told you is how unbelievably sexy you are. God, that dress,” he choked as his gaze strayed once more to her breasts. “that dress is so unbelievably perfect.”

“Thanks,” she replied, feeling awkward and nervous. On a whim she searched through the writhing bodies of the dancers, hoping to find her stranger. His voice had sounded so close.

“Eve,” Richard said, leaning further over the table so his voice could be heard above the music. “you have to know that I find you very attractive.”

She tried to pay attention to her date; to not think about Anael and her dreams, but Anael was insistent on being remembered, because suddenly the dancing bodies shifted revealing a table with a dinner candle on top of it. The table was directly behind Richard, pressed into a dark corner where the strobe lights didn’t reach. And seated at the table, was Anael. Watching her with Richard.

Her body grew hot. Seemed to flicker with excitement and sexual tension. Eve could see the way his green eyes had darkened, the way the candle light flickered on his face. He followed her every move, and she tried, tried desperately to hear his voice.

“Is there someone there?” Richard asked. He went to turn in his chair, and Eve stopped him with a gentle touch to his cheek.

“No one is there.”

“I will not let you go to him.”

“I don’t want to be with him.”

“No,”
he asked as their gazes suddenly collided across the space behind Richard’s shoulder.
“Who is it you want?”

“You know who I want.”

He sat back in the booth until his face was hidden amongst the darkness and only his silhouette was outlined in shadow.

“He wants you. I can hear his thoughts. I know what he wants to do to that sinful body of yours.”

Eve glanced at Richard who was busy drinking his beer.
“Tell me.”

“Alright.”

She shivered, feeling a touch along her neck then behind her ear. It tickled and sensitised her flesh, making her squirm on the bench. She looked over Richard’s shoulder and saw Anael still sitting there, watching her, and yet, she felt his touch as if he was sitting right there in the booth beside her.