Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (19 page)

"Are you healed?" He inquired, his eyes returning to my face
to hold my gaze. Startled by the sudden sound, I jumped. Carefully
I moved first my arms, then my legs, gauging the soreness of each
limb. The bruises had faded and the cuts on my shoulder no longer
burned, but still my muscles ached.

Turning my head up to meet his gaze once again, I flushed. The
expression in his eyes was one I'd seen only once before, when Adam
came for me. It should have frightened me, but in his eyes, it
inspired no fear. Much to my surprise, it captivated me, made my
heart race. I mumbled my reply, too wrapped up in a whirlwind of
previously undiscovered emotion to manage more.

In a moment he was seated beside me, his bare chest so close I
could reach out and touch it, should I so desire. I bit back the
impulse. It seemed too powerful an act, as if by making first
contact, I would seal an unbreakable covenant between us. Instead I
allowed myself to admire the beauty of him, of the smooth, unmarred
skin which stretched over taut muscle. He’d neglected to shave that
day, and the faint blond stubble graced his noble face as if it
were always meant to be there.

“
Does my form please you?” He asked simply. I blushed crimson
at the directness of his question, my sense of shame brutally
ingrained from the beating I received at the hands of Adam and his
minions. I remained silent until he spoke again. “When I ask
something of you, I expect an answer, little one.”

I stumbled over my words, but managed to squeak out a faint
yes. He smiled at my awkwardness, as if it were an admirable
trait.

“
I am going to kiss you now.” He said with little ceremony. I
tensed, remembering the bruising force of Adam’s mouth on mine.
Anticipating my trepidation, he laid a reassuring hand on my arm.
“I know that fool Adam tried to kiss you, but he is ignorant of how
to please a woman. I am not. I promise that you will enjoy my
kiss.” He reassurance warmed me, but it wasn’t until I felt his
mouth on my own that my fear melted away.

He tasted divine, masculine and sweet all at once. His mouth
was soft and coaxing, encouraging me to explore my own passions
with him as my guide. I drank it in hungrily, sampling his mouth
like a fine delicacy. When he finally pulled away, a soft cry
escaped my lips, a mourning of the loss of his mouth against
mine.

“
Now you must rest and recover.” He stood. I reached out to
touch him, to bring him back to me, but he disappeared before me,
leaving nothing but the faint smell of sulfur in his wake. I cried
out at the loss, trapped by a sea of unfamiliar emotion. Without
his presence, the desires stirring within me changed to feelings of
devastation and loss. I did not understand his intentions, but
ached to understand more about the connection we’d shared when his
lips touched mine.

Many days passed before I saw him again. As soon as I could
walk easily on my own, I was moved from the crimson chamber to a
solitary suite at the top of an obsidian tower which gave me an
unparalleled view of the sky and the moon. My rooms were beautiful,
but I was lost within them, left to wander aimlessly from window to
chair to bed and back as the featureless daytime sky longed for the
moon’s return.

He appeared suddenly, clothed in a pristine white suit and
holding a single scarlet rose, which he offered to me. I promptly
blushed and his mouth upturned slightly at the corners in apparent
amusement at my naiveté. He stepped toward me, closing the distance
between us and causing the heat of the room to intensify
exponentially.

"Thank you," I whispered delicately, struggling to stop my
voice from trembling.

"I'm glad you are pleased, little one." He smiled as he spoke,
eyes twinkling with some tremendous secret. Ignoring my crimson
cheeks, he moved closer, the distance between us growing smaller,
inch by inch, until we were almost touching. My eyes rose to meet
his gaze, and I found that same strange burn smoldering within
them.

I reached up to touch his face, seeking out his mouth with my
own in my eagerness to feel his touch again. He pulled away,
mischief in his eyes.

“
Not tonight, little one. Tonight I intend to hold you.” I
began to protest, but he pulled me into an embrace, his strong arms
enveloping me in a protective wall of comfort. I tensed at the
contact, but after a few moments’ time, I relaxed into him, letting
his warmth seep into me. I relished the contact of his skin on
mine, and I pressed my face into his chest where his shirt came
unlaced.

When his hold loosened, I looked up, expecting to see that
same, familiar expression in his eyes. But in its place was
something fiercer, a desire with a hardened edge to it. It
frightened me, and I tried to pull away, but he held me fast in
pace as his mouth came crashing down on mine.

I didn’t think I would like it, that kiss full of hot desire
and possessive intent, but it excited me even more than our first
kiss, sending waves of desire coursing through me and making heat
pool between my legs. I grasped at him wildly, seeing a tighter
grip on the man who set my body aflame.

When he finally released me, my legs refused to hold my weight
and I collapsed onto the floor, my rose forgotten in the heat of
the moment. He carried me to my bed, his arms strangely tense as he
laid me atop the covers and placed his gift on the table beside
me.

“
Good night.” He kissed my forehead and turned to leave,
offering me a view of his magnificent backside. I blushed when I
realized where I was staring, but held my gaze steady until he
disappeared behind the door.

Left alone to take stock of events, I attempted to dissect the
meanings of the feelings he elicited in me. The heat between my
legs had not subsided, and caused a gentle ache for some cure I
could not fathom. I touched myself gingerly, seeking to reassure
myself that I was not injured in any way. The wetness my fingers
found surprised me. I brought my hand to my mouth, tasting my own
essence in my naïve confusion.

My fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves at
the core of me, and I gasped. I’d never felt anything so good, not
even kisses. Tentatively, I ran my fingers over the sensitive flesh
again. Tendrils of pleasure snaked through me, sending down my
spine and intensifying the strange heat which pooled in my
belly.

Emboldened by my success, I sought a steady rhythm, driving
myself to the edge of madness as I explored the sensations I could
create simply by touching myself. It was too wonderful for words,
and I relished the feeling of power I had over my own body. The
first true feeling of control I’d had since Adam’s brutal
attack.

My fingers ran wildly over my body, finding my breasts and
teasing the nipples in an erotic show, borne of instinct and
curiosity. The fire he’d sparked within me grew into a wild
conflagration and burst into a thousand tiny flames as I pushed
myself over the edge, shattering into my first ever orgasm with
untried force.

The tremors slowly diminished as I floated back down,
fascinated by my body’s response to such simple stimulation. I’d
never felt anything so intense before, and was eager to try
creating such feelings again. But the moon hung high in the
nighttime sky, and I drifted off to sleep before I could explore my
newly discovered sexuality further, leaving me to dream of the
beautiful man who’d brought me here. The idea that I wanted him to
be mine was shocking. I’d never felt that way about Adam, even
before his brutality.

Every night he returned, each time bringing a gift and pushing
me a little bit farther into my own sexuality. His unending
patience fascinated me, and together we undid the mistrust and fear
Adam had instilled in me with my first violent encounter. Each
night after he left, I explored my sexuality further on my own,
learning my own body and what pleasures I liked best.

We continued in this way for what seemed like eons, although
it was likely only a few months worth of time in his strange,
demonic paradise. He would appear suddenly, just after moonrise,
and together we took our explorations further until I was ready to
truly give myself over to the wonderful man who’d rescued me that
awful day.

That night, he came dressed in simple black robes which made
his luminous golden hair even more striking. I marveled at his
beauty, as I always did, and wondered how I could have ever been so
lucky to be found by a man as patient and beautiful as he. He was
everything I could have ever asked for, if I’d ever been given the
choice, and the extraordinary love and gratitude I felt for him far
outweighed any remaining trepidation I had about the physical act
of sex.

“
Are you happy here?” There was something strange about his
posture, some added tension which I’d not seen since our first few
nights together.

“
Of course I am. How could I even ask for more, my
lord?”

“
I am glad, love. I did not think you would adjust so easily.
Perhaps I underestimated you.” He smiled at the thought, as if he’d
expected me to remain afraid of him forever.

“
I do not think so, my lord. I believe you underestimated
yourself. Recovery from the scars Adam left me was just a matter of
time, but it was you who helped through it. Without you, I’d still
be lost.” It was the first time I’d ever spoken so much at once in
his presence, and he stared at me for quite some time afterwards,
as if debating with himself over some matter of great importance.
Finally, he spoke.

“
Lilith. Do you love me?” It was the first time he’d said my
name and the sound of it rolling off his tongue sent shivers down
my spine. Love. I’d not thought of it in such terms, the way I felt
about the beautiful man before me, but when he put it to question,
I realized there was only one answer.

“
Yes, my lord. I loved you even before I believed myself to be
capable of such an emotion.” His eyes closed at my words, taking in
the sound of my voice as I confessed what I’d only just realized
myself.

“
Be my queen,” He said without ceremony. My eyes widened at the
notion. Queen. Cast-off by my first husband, only to be rescued by
his enemy and made his queen. It had a certain poetic justice to
it. I would not be the weak, spineless woman Adam would have forced
me to become. I could freely be myself and still be loved. I
smiled.

“
There is no place I’d rather be than beside you, my lord. I
will be your queen.” His mouth came crashing down on mine in a
fierce show of possession; his arms gathered me back up into his
embrace. There was nothing I could do but allow him to stake his
claim, to ravage my mouth with his own. My lips parted and his
tongue moved inside, tasting and teasing and plundering my mouth,
fighting my own for dominance over the kiss though I knew I could
not win.

I gasped for air when he finally relented, drawing in deep
breaths as I tried to calm my burning body. I wanted him. I wanted
him to make me his own, to claim me in a way no other man ever had.
I pulled at his clothing, desperate to see him before me the way
I’d once seen Adam, naked and male and fully potent before me. He
batted my hands away with ease.

“
Not yet, beloved. I want to make this night yours.” I didn’t
understand what he meant, but I allowed my hands to drop meekly to
my sides. My turn would come, and I would bring him more pleasure
than he could ever have imagined.

His mouth dipped down to take mine again. He was gentle now,
probing and seductive. He left my mouth to trail kisses down my
throat, pausing at the sensitive flesh between neck and shoulder to
nip lightly at the skin. I gasped from the sharp, sudden pain, its
stark contrast to the pleasure he’d already given intensifying the
growing desire pooling deep in my core.

While his focus was elsewhere, I pulled apart the ties keeping
my gown together and let it fall away, exposing my breasts to him.
He growled in approval but pulled my hands away, pinning them to my
sides with his own as he continued his path down to my waiting
breasts.

“
You are magnificent.” His admiration brought heat rising to my
skin and its pale white flushed brighter and brighter while his
gaze lingered on my uncovered flesh. When his mouth came down to
envelop my exposed breast, it was all I could do not to scream. The
warmth of his mouth was breathtaking, and I squirmed beneath him,
desperate to feel more of his touch.

He took his time with me, mouth lingering on my breasts in a
delicious tease, blowing warm air across dampened flesh before
moving on to work the same magic on the other. It was divine, and I
lost myself in the sensation of him. When he pulled away I cried
out, my arms struggling against his hold to pull him back to me. He
drew my arms above my head and secured them with a single hand,
leaving me free to continue my futile struggle for control while he
continued his ministrations.

His free hand set to work pulling the fabric of my gown away
from me entirely, letting it fall on the floor in a disused heap so
that I stood before him, bare. The heat pooling within me
intensified under his gaze, a flame roaring into an all-consuming
need for his presence, for his touch. My arms went limp in his
hold, my fight for control forgotten under the heat only his eyes
could light within me.