Beyond Temptation
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
10,489
Reviews:
151
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Six
This is an erotic romance and it\'s about to get rolling. ~ K
CHAPTER SIX
Malec sensed Avery’s arrival before his majordomo announced her. He descended from his rooms, primed to seduce her. When he saw her standing in the foyer, dressed in a modest outfit of boots, slim pants, turtleneck and coat, his predatory instincts spiked.
The vulnerable gleam in her eyes baited him. “Miss Avery, your beauty makes me think the most uncivilized thoughts.”
She blushed. “I’m no beauty, Lord de Beauchamp.”
“Malec,” he reminded, enthralled and too ready. “You forget I have in my collection many paintings of your ancestors. My fascination with the Fitz Gerald female loveliness borders upon legendary.”
His guest’s brilliant blue eyes grew wide as he approached her. “I think I would feel more comfortable if you went about your duties and left me to my research.”
He walked closer, smelling her arousal, sensing her recall of what he had done to her last night. “I told you not to mistake my intentions. Your very essence beckons me.”
Avery let the majordomo to take her coat. She strode by Malec, toward the room she had visited previously.
Malec smiled and followed. He sent images of his fantasies about the two of them in bed. Although human eyes would have missed it, he saw her flinch and her stride falter. Good, he thought, pleased with his manipulation. A part of him whispered he could make her vanish from the human world and make a lovely slave of her in his world of darkness. What light she could bring to his life.
What pleasure.
Avery adjusted the gloves she wore and opened the envelope addressed to Malec’s ancestor of the same name. They had begun more formal, like correspondence between friends. Then, missive by missive, her true feelings emerged. Avery trembled as she read this one.
My Dark Beloved,
A part of me seems missing and I realize now that while my husband does have my love, he does not have the ferocious love I hold for you still. I believe you stole my soul and the price of my sin is a terrible longing for that which I cannot possess.
The covenant we shared has bound me more surely than vows before God.
Missing you and wishing word from you,
Your Devoted Lover,
E
Avery swallowed with some difficulty. She folded the letter and replaced it in the envelope. The dates on the correspondences helped her find the next in order.
My Dark Beloved,
Not a day passes my body does not cry for yours, not understanding why its source of joy is gone. I hear of the fashionable ladies driving through your copse. I know you pick and choose, then make love to the most beautiful. Do you think of me? Or has the memory of our affair become replaced with the sighs of your new lovers?
I let my husband touch me as is his right. However, it does not inflame me as your hands always did.
Write to me, or at least send a messenger to let me know you receive my letters. Even that would lighten my heart.
Your Devoted Lover,
E
Avery’s heart fluttered and she pressed her hand over it.
Malec’s voice caused her to jump in her chair. “Her passion was great.”
“Yes,” she agreed. Glancing over her shoulder she saw him almost gliding toward her from the door. “These letters are pure gold to a writer.”
Avery’s host came closer and she became a little short of breath. Something about him frightened and excited her at once.
Malec said, “I sense the same in you.”
She shivered and clearly considered bolting. “Perhaps I should leave.”
“Perhaps I should ravish you.”
Avery yearned to fight as he swept her up and carried her to a wide leather couch. But, she only stared up at him, frightened and aroused. “Malec, you’re scaring me.”
He kept his weight off her with his knee on the couch beside her. She held her breath as he leaned down and his mouth met hers.
Avery began to shake. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and recognized her helpless response to him. She opened to him and he delved his tongue into her mouth.
Avery’s heart threatened to stop. He tasted like pure sin, hot male and dark chocolate. An instant flood of wetness dampened her panties. By degrees he lowered himself to lie atop her, parting her thighs and settling his hips between them. He took out the barrette holding her hair coiled at the nape and fanned out the length. Then, he sunk his fingers into it, wrapped the silky curls around the back of his hand and used it to tilt back her head and arch her throat.
She shivered and moaned as he settled his hot open mouth over her vulnerable throat. His hips pressed and she felt the large, intimidating evidence of his arousal. On fire and terrified, she confessed, “Please, I’m a virgin.”
He returned to kiss her mouth, stroking a place inside her lower lip with his tongue that caused her to shudder and shake. “I know this, mon fétiche.”
Avery cried out as he drew her head back farther. It didn’t hurt. She just felt so exposed. Sharp teeth rasped over her skin. Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I shouldn’t do this.”
He rubbed his hips against hers. A second wave of wetness flooded from her.
“I want to touch you so much, ma fetiche,” he growled.
Avery sank back into herself, intimidated and insecure, as he pushed his hand passed the waistband of her pants. “No, no, please.”
His fingers penetrated her very slick vagina.
“I want to have my mouth on you here, ma cher.”
Malec fluttered his fingers and Avery sobbed. “What are you doing to me?”
He murmured, “Giving you pleasure, ma fetiche.”
CHAPTER SIX
Malec sensed Avery’s arrival before his majordomo announced her. He descended from his rooms, primed to seduce her. When he saw her standing in the foyer, dressed in a modest outfit of boots, slim pants, turtleneck and coat, his predatory instincts spiked.
The vulnerable gleam in her eyes baited him. “Miss Avery, your beauty makes me think the most uncivilized thoughts.”
She blushed. “I’m no beauty, Lord de Beauchamp.”
“Malec,” he reminded, enthralled and too ready. “You forget I have in my collection many paintings of your ancestors. My fascination with the Fitz Gerald female loveliness borders upon legendary.”
His guest’s brilliant blue eyes grew wide as he approached her. “I think I would feel more comfortable if you went about your duties and left me to my research.”
He walked closer, smelling her arousal, sensing her recall of what he had done to her last night. “I told you not to mistake my intentions. Your very essence beckons me.”
Avery let the majordomo to take her coat. She strode by Malec, toward the room she had visited previously.
Malec smiled and followed. He sent images of his fantasies about the two of them in bed. Although human eyes would have missed it, he saw her flinch and her stride falter. Good, he thought, pleased with his manipulation. A part of him whispered he could make her vanish from the human world and make a lovely slave of her in his world of darkness. What light she could bring to his life.
What pleasure.
Avery adjusted the gloves she wore and opened the envelope addressed to Malec’s ancestor of the same name. They had begun more formal, like correspondence between friends. Then, missive by missive, her true feelings emerged. Avery trembled as she read this one.
My Dark Beloved,
A part of me seems missing and I realize now that while my husband does have my love, he does not have the ferocious love I hold for you still. I believe you stole my soul and the price of my sin is a terrible longing for that which I cannot possess.
The covenant we shared has bound me more surely than vows before God.
Missing you and wishing word from you,
Your Devoted Lover,
E
Avery swallowed with some difficulty. She folded the letter and replaced it in the envelope. The dates on the correspondences helped her find the next in order.
My Dark Beloved,
Not a day passes my body does not cry for yours, not understanding why its source of joy is gone. I hear of the fashionable ladies driving through your copse. I know you pick and choose, then make love to the most beautiful. Do you think of me? Or has the memory of our affair become replaced with the sighs of your new lovers?
I let my husband touch me as is his right. However, it does not inflame me as your hands always did.
Write to me, or at least send a messenger to let me know you receive my letters. Even that would lighten my heart.
Your Devoted Lover,
E
Avery’s heart fluttered and she pressed her hand over it.
Malec’s voice caused her to jump in her chair. “Her passion was great.”
“Yes,” she agreed. Glancing over her shoulder she saw him almost gliding toward her from the door. “These letters are pure gold to a writer.”
Avery’s host came closer and she became a little short of breath. Something about him frightened and excited her at once.
Malec said, “I sense the same in you.”
She shivered and clearly considered bolting. “Perhaps I should leave.”
“Perhaps I should ravish you.”
Avery yearned to fight as he swept her up and carried her to a wide leather couch. But, she only stared up at him, frightened and aroused. “Malec, you’re scaring me.”
He kept his weight off her with his knee on the couch beside her. She held her breath as he leaned down and his mouth met hers.
Avery began to shake. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and recognized her helpless response to him. She opened to him and he delved his tongue into her mouth.
Avery’s heart threatened to stop. He tasted like pure sin, hot male and dark chocolate. An instant flood of wetness dampened her panties. By degrees he lowered himself to lie atop her, parting her thighs and settling his hips between them. He took out the barrette holding her hair coiled at the nape and fanned out the length. Then, he sunk his fingers into it, wrapped the silky curls around the back of his hand and used it to tilt back her head and arch her throat.
She shivered and moaned as he settled his hot open mouth over her vulnerable throat. His hips pressed and she felt the large, intimidating evidence of his arousal. On fire and terrified, she confessed, “Please, I’m a virgin.”
He returned to kiss her mouth, stroking a place inside her lower lip with his tongue that caused her to shudder and shake. “I know this, mon fétiche.”
Avery cried out as he drew her head back farther. It didn’t hurt. She just felt so exposed. Sharp teeth rasped over her skin. Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I shouldn’t do this.”
He rubbed his hips against hers. A second wave of wetness flooded from her.
“I want to touch you so much, ma fetiche,” he growled.
Avery sank back into herself, intimidated and insecure, as he pushed his hand passed the waistband of her pants. “No, no, please.”
His fingers penetrated her very slick vagina.
“I want to have my mouth on you here, ma cher.”
Malec fluttered his fingers and Avery sobbed. “What are you doing to me?”
He murmured, “Giving you pleasure, ma fetiche.”