Another dream came. This time she was in it, standing in the library alone. But she wasn’t for long.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the air ripple and shimmer until it formed a door. It was a normal-looking door, made out of wood with a lock and a doorknob; it was just floating in the middle of the room.
She neared it, excitement and fear thrumming through her. She reached out to turn the knob, when it opened on its own. Startled she took a step back, her heart racing. A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed it down.
Anxious, she waited for something to happen, for someone to step through the door. She didn’t have to wait long. A form, large and wide, materialized in the doorway. She gasped when he stepped out. It was the demon from her other dreams.
But he looked different from the first time. He was more real, solid-looking and dressed in black pants and a red silk shirt. He didn’t smile when he saw her, but she knew he was pleased that she was here in his home. There was no mistaking his sexual attraction to her. It was evident in the darkening of his eyes, and the way his gaze traveled up and down her body, caressing her.
He moved toward her, predatory like. Fear snaked down her spine, but she didn’t allow it to back her up, or down. She liked how it mingled with the desire boiling inside her. It added a layer of excitement that called to her.
She lifted her chin as he neared her, meeting his gaze. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t afraid. Well, she was a little, but it didn’t dampen the intense need clawing at her insides.
He stood directly in front of her. She could smell him. It was a tantalizing mixture of heat and spice, like red hot chili peppers. She loved spicy food, so his scent had saliva pooling in her mouth.
“You are not afraid of me.” His voice was deep and rumbling. The little hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rose to attention. She was deftly aware of the sweat trickling down her chest to pool in her navel.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She had an insatiable urge to drop to her knees and beg him to touch her, to kiss her, to lick every inch of her body.
His lips twitched up into a grin, as if he was privy to her carnal thoughts. “I will do more than that, chère. I will dine on you all night long.” Between his full lips she could see the sharp points of his teeth.
He reached for her, and she took in a ragged breath. The second his fingers touched her skin, a spear of heat pierced her between the legs. She gasped at the pain of it…
Kiara bolted upright from the sofa she’d been napping on. Her breathing labored, she wiped at her sweaty face and concentrated on taking in air. She placed a hand to her chest to try and coax her heart to relax. Other parts of her body also thumped hard in response to her dream.
Still breathing hard, Kiara dragged her hand from her br**sts down her torso to the aching spot between her thighs. Bunching her skirt up to her waist, she dipped her fingers into her pu**y. She was hot and wet and she drew her fingers up and down her slit, reveling in the silky feel of her come on her skin.
It had been so long since she’d felt as turned on, as wanton. No man had gotten her this hot, this wet. And it was all because of a dream. She could only imagine what it would be like if her demon was real, in the flesh, standing in front of her with that devilish gleam in his beautiful dark eyes.
Sighing, she slid two fingers inside, imagining it was his c*ck filling her up. At first her strokes were slow and easy, lazy even, but she soon ramped up her rhythm. Panting, she pumped her fingers in and out of her slick pu**y. With her other hand, she rubbed at her clit, circling it faster and faster until she was out of control. All rational thought left her as she spread her legs as far as they could go and worked on herself. She hadn’t masturbated like this in years.
She lost all propriety and sensibility as she bumped and ground against her hand. Loud cries of pleasure left her lips, but she was past the point of caring who heard her. She was so lost in her own abandon the walls could come crumbling down around her and she’d still be sliding her fingers deep inside her pu**y until she had her release.
Soon her thighs tightened. A deep heat built in her belly and started to flow outwards. Moaning, she buried three fingers inside, pumping hard, as she jiggled down on her clit. Within seconds, she orgasmed.
“Oh dear Lord,” she groaned.
It was explosive. Black spots filled her vision, and she threw her head back and gasped aloud, her fingers still at play.
Finally, the tremors stopped and she was able to breathe normally. Laughing, she pulled her sopping fingers out and stretched out on the sofa. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Maybe never. She didn’t know what it was about the house or the room, but she was still feeling horny. She’d barely scratched the itch that was niggling at her again.
She’d rest for a minute then maybe do it again. Looking around the room, she wished she wasn’t alone. She wished her demon would magically appear. Then maybe she could be truly satisfied.
Malvo had watched as the svelte blonde enchantress pleasured herself in his library. After seeing her on the driveway to the house, he’d made “windows” into every part of the house, waiting for her to enter. He’d seen when she entered. But not only that, he felt it as well. A ripple of something, power maybe, pleasure certainly, spread across his skin making him quiver. He was still quivering, with his c*ck in hand, watching her stretched out on the sofa, obviously sated for the time being.
Yet he was far from satisfied.
Gripping his c*ck tight, he stroked himself with long, firm movements. He imagined her hand on him, caressing him, fondling him, getting him off. He wondered what her full lips would feel like on his shaft. Soft and wet, he was certain, by the looks of them. It had been way too long since he’d had the feel of a real woman on his dick, whether it was her mouth or her pu**y. He wanted both from this woman sitting in his library.
He wondered what had brought her here. Why there were others as well staying in the house. He could feel all of them, wandering the rooms, mingling with the others he’d imprisoned inside. There was a powerful magic at work here, he could sense all around him, feel it on his skin, in his blood. But he wasn’t the one working it. So, who was?
This woman maybe. He sensed she had great power inside her. The mark told him that and more. It told him that she would be a match for him in more ways than one.
Although the only one on his mind right now was his c*ck inside her pu**y. He needed to find a way for that to happen.
He couldn’t go to her, so she had to come to him.
With one last powerful stroke, he came in a rush of satisfaction.
Chapter Five
Instead of pleasuring herself again, Kiara had fallen asleep on the sofa. She’d had a long trip and was beyond exhausted. She’d slept peacefully, without any dreams. A first for her in a long time. When she woke, it was night, the library shrouded in shadows. At first she was disoriented but after another minute, she remembered where she was and she smiled, a sense of contentment warming her insides.
Standing, she stretched out all the kinks in her bones and muscles. She moved toward the fireplace and found two fat candles to light. A box of matches lay next to them. Kiara lit them both, and carrying one she continued her investigation of the library. She’d always been an avid reader, so to be surrounded by so many books was a treat. She flitted from shelf to shelf, devouring the titles and running her fingers along the mahogany wood.
She pulled out book after book and skimmed the titles. There were tons of books here she’d never even heard of. Old books long ago out of print or she suspected one-of-a-kind originals. By the time she picked out something of interest, her stomach was rumbling. It had been over twelve hours since she’d eaten.
She hoped the kitchen was stocked. By the looks of the rest of the house, the fact that it was clean and looked lived in, she figured there would be some food in the cupboards. But when she turned to seek out the comfort of food, the wall of books she’d been standing in front of moved.
Startled, she stared as the tall shelf slid sideways to reveal an opening behind it. A blast of cool air hit her in the face. She sucked it in, noticing that the air was laced with a delectable smell of spices. Her stomach rumbled in response and saliva pooled in her mouth.
Curious—she’d always been so to the chagrin of her mother—and after relighting the candle for light, Kiara stepped into the dark opening. It was a corridor, the walls stone. Her heart raced but not out of fear. As a child, she’d always been the one to go first, to face the monsters under her bed. She wasn’t much afraid of anything.
Sweat trickled down her back and she appreciated the coolness that the corridor afforded her. Taking in a deep breath, she followed it. And as soon as she took four steps, the wall behind her slid back into place, plunging her into a claustrophobic darkness. Thank goodness, she had the candle still.
More curious than before, Kiara continued following the corridor. It wound its way further inward like a coiled snake which she found peculiar as she didn’t think the house went that way. In fact, the library had been at the back of the house, so technically the existence of the corridor and the way it moved was an impossibility. But Kiara had always believed in the impossible.
After a few more minutes, she walked out of the long, winding passageway and into a huge room. Warm and inviting, the room was lit by several candelabras mounted on the burgundy painted walls. The floor was covered by a soft moss green carpet that looked opulent in both texture and style. She scrunched her toes into it, reveling in the feel of it on her bare skin. Surprised, she looked around, taking everything in. From the huge hearth along one wall, ablaze with a fire, to the exquisite paintings hanging on the walls, to the stylish furnishings arranged artfully around the room. The room reminded her of a long ago era, European possibly, aristocratic most certainly. Someone was definitely living here.
“Hello?” she called.
“What are you doing here?”
Startled, Kiara swiveled toward the deep masculine voice. Out from the shadow along one wall stepped a man. A tall, elegantly dressed, sexy man with longish black hair and even darker eyes. She gasped at the sight of him. He was an impressive figure and she hadn’t seen him there standing in the dark with her first perusal of the room. And he was definitely the man from her dreams. Her dream demon.