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Lilith's Legacy 2: The Seduction
Aubrey Ross
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Copyright ©2004 by Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt
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Jetrel spread a square cloth on the small table beside the bed and placed the Fruit of Life upon it. “Cut this up for me.”
Lengthening her fingernail, Lilith sliced the fruit into succulent chunks, then retracted her claw.
“Thank you.” He grinned, reaching for the laces at the front of his black leather pants. “Off with that gown. I want you naked.”
“Say please.”
He laughed. “Please.”
She watched as he shucked his pants, enjoying the bunch and flex of his muscles as he bent and twisted. Hell help her, he had a spectacular body! Highly defined while remaining sleek.
“You’re still dressed.”
“You distracted me.”
His cock rose proud and thick from a nest of blue-threaded ebony curls. She licked her lips, anticipating the heated slide of his flesh in and out of her mouth.
He grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. Blue fire ignited within his gaze, revealing his rising passion.
“Lie back.”
She did and he straddled her hips, his cock arching toward her eagerly. He pulled her hands above her head and conjured Shadow cords, commanding the translucent fibers around her slender wrists.
“What are you doing?” Her voice sounded sharp even in her own ears.
“I spread myself for your pleasure and allowed you to do whatever you wanted. Now it’s my turn.”
Tugging against the Shadow cords, Lilith fought back a wave of panic. Sammael bound her often, controlled her, brutally dominated her. His strength alone made resistance futile, but he liked watching her struggle against the chains.
“Let me go! There’s no reason for this.”
Jetrel took her face between his palms, gazing deeply into her eyes. “I’m not Sammael. I would never hurt you.”
“Then loosen the cords!” Her throat burned and tears blurred her vision. “I can’t… I don’t want to be helpless. Even with you.”
Gently he caressed her cheek, his gaze thoughtful and tender. “I want you to trust me enough to accept the cords. I won’t be satisfied until you do. But I will force nothing on you.” He dissolved the smoky fibers, freeing her.
Lilith exhaled and raised one hand to his hair. Removing the leather thong, she sifted the long strands through her fingers. “Trust doesn’t come easy for me.”
“I know.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her bottom lip. “Relax. We’ll never do anything you’re not ready to do.”
Moved beyond words by his gentleness, she returned her arms to their position above her head, holding herself captive for him. He kissed her softly, leisurely. His tongue stroked, his teeth nipped, but he never ventured beyond her parted lips.
His body shifted as he reached for a piece of fruit, but his mouth never separated from hers. On and on he kissed her, making her desperate for the intimate thrust of his tongue.
“Hold this for me.”
He placed a piece of fruit between her teeth. Licking and nibbling, he ate from her mouth. His tongue passed over her bottom lip, seeking the sweet residue. She closed her lips around his tongue and sucked him into her mouth. A deep growl escaped his throat.
Wild, demanding, he thrust boldly, encouraging her response with throaty moans. The exotic flavor heightened their pleasure, reminding them of the eternal bond they forged.
He trailed more fruit along her neck and crushed it into the hollow above her collarbone. Tingling heat followed in the wake of his stroking tongue. She arched, thrusting her breasts upward as he sucked the fibers of fruit from her skin.
Grabbing another slice, he continued the teasing process. Her nipples tightened painfully as he saturated the sensitive crests with cool juice. He crushed the chunk into pulp and spread it around her nipple, decorating the blue-tinged bud.
His warm mouth covered one mound, sucking the fruit from her flesh and lingering to torment the pebble-hard tip. He licked and suckled, then licked some more. Lilith squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her breasts felt tight and achy, needing the firm pressure of his hands.
Trailing his tongue over to her other breast, he began the tormenting process all over again. She tossed her head and laced her fingers together, resisting the urge to touch him. He’d cared enough to release the Shadow cords. She offered her surrender in return.
Jetrel took the last slice of fruit and settled between her thighs. Her waist-length black hair spread out against the bed, creating a dramatic backdrop for her smooth, ivory skin. He studied her plump mound and the blue folds already slick with passion.
She responded freely, offering herself without reservation. His demonic nature demanded that he conquer and consume, but he knew what her passivity cost her. Her proud spirit bowed to no one, yet she yielded to him.
Determined to savor the moment, he pushed her legs wide, parted her, and wedged the fruit in the very heart of her pussy. Her slick folds closed around it until only the rounded tip remained visible.
“It tingles.” She wiggled. A deep flush spread over her breasts and blossomed across her cheeks.
“I don’t want this to end. I want to feast on you forever.”
She grinned. “This may be the last piece of fruit, but my body is always available to assuage your hunger.”
Lowering his face between her legs, he inhaled her musk and the fruit’s tangy fragrance. His senses whirled, intoxicated by the heady combination. He licked her delicate flesh. The fruit added an exotic flavor to her response. Her cream soaked the fruit, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. He drank deeply, lapping at the saturated fruit until it dissolved completely.
She groaned, rocking her hips as he tongued her cunt. He held her thighs wide, devouring her with bold thrusts and firm suction.
He traced her slit from back to front over and over, deliberately avoiding her swollen nub. “This little berry is as delicious as the Fruit of Life.” He closed his lips around her clit.
She cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as he suckled her tenderly.
“Please, Jetrel!”
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