When he lets out a deep husky wholehearted laugh, I startle. That's not the laugh of a killer, not when it's so vibrant, carefree, and pure music, to ears that try to remain deaf and yet cannot.
"Sweetheart, you took off like a shot before I could explain. Although, Damien's response to your defiance was definitely worth seeing. I've never seen him so flabbergasted nor so angry with anyone.... until now." He pauses and chuckles again causing my body to buzz with desire so intense, I shake from it.
"Nevertheless, we
are
here to help. Damien and Madi are dating, didn't she tell you?" His tone of voice sincere and confused.
"Please tell me.... when would she have time to do that, between my dragging her into the mansion and dying?" I utter disdainfully.
So that's who she called out for. You've always had poor judgment in men, Madi. Remind me to thank you for this one...you bitch!
I cuss her out silently, refusing to let my thoughts and emotions show on my face, just in case.
"I don't believe you, nor do I trust you...." I whisper suddenly exhausted.
I do believe you even though I don't know you. My pride won't let me tell you that though. I hope your happy sir, you've completely worn me out. I just don't have it in me to fight you anymore, do what you will.
"I wish you could sweetheart, I only want to keep you safe from harm. After all.... you came back to me..." He whispers very softly and passionately.
His hot sweet breath mingles with the gentle breeze upon my neck, like a sweet caress. I smell his personal scent of sandalwood mixed in with the scents of leather and earthy woods as his hands gently caress my sides from hip to breast.
Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?
I whimper silently in my mind.
"I want you and your hot body, love." He whispers so softly that I know I've only imagined it.
Even so, my traitorous body once again betrays me. It reacts to him intensely and instantaneously like a moth to a flame. I shiver involuntarily with extreme desire so hot, my body becomes an inferno of want and need. Something I'd never experienced before with another man. With all of the other men, there was nothing, no feeling, no chemistry, absolutely nothing. Which explains my virgin status at my twenty one years of age, and yes, I know just how sad that is. At least now I know that nothing's wrong with me after all judging by the way I feel now.
Mister sexy bedroom voice chuckles behind me and yet, he's not as unaffected as he acts either, not by a long shot. His large and hard arousal pressing up against my rear end is clear evidence of that.
He chuckles once more as if he knows how it affects me. It vibrates
again
through my back following a straight down to the apex of my thighs. I can feel liquid warmth as I ache and throb fiercely
down
there
.
"Quit...doing...that!" I growl breathlessly as my head unintentionally falls back against his shoulder.
"Ouit doing what sweetheart?" His voice sounds so darn innocent. He chuckles again seductively intensifying the achy throbbing sensation,
there
. A whimper bursts from my mouth.
"Don't give me... the innocent act... mister. It won't...oh... work with me..." I growl breathlessly. Not realizing just how seductive I sound.
"Hellfire, Jinny. Your arousal smells so damn good! I want nothing more right now than to bury myself....deep.... in your wet warmth."
His words, delivered in breathless desire weaken my paralyzed knees and turns my insides into hot steamy molten lava.
"Please let me see you, let me touch you..." I manage to get out as my chest heaves with all consuming desire to the point where I just can't fight it anymore.
He smells so damn delicious, I just... want to touch...him.
Please just devour me already and put out this inferno you've created...
I silently project my thought to him as hard as I can knowing it's to no avail. I'm still afraid to voice my needs aloud.
I wonder if he's as hot as I imagine. I close my eyes tightly, feeling his body brush against mine constantly as he slowly moves around me, his hands also stay upon my waist caressing me.
I can feel the heat from his body heating up the front of my own intensely as he stops and remains silent. I can't help it as more whimpers escape my lips, jumping when I feel the gentlest of caresses upon my right cheek from calloused male fingers while my head is lowered to face the concrete.
"I know love, I know exactly what you need from me." He whispers in my ear as his fingers gently brush over me,
down there
, keeping the dress and my panties between us. I suddenly want the barriers removed. I hear him inhale sharply and misinterpret it to mean he's disappointed.
"Please....open your beautiful eyes.... look at me." I hear his voice going all breathless again. Only this time it's softer, gentler, and oh so temping.
With my head still downcast, I open my eyes to the most tantalizing and sexiest pair of masculine bare feet I've ever seen. The aching and throbbing intensifies tenfold when my eyes feast on muscular calves and thighs encased in snug black jeans, with the top button undone.
My eyes stray back to the large bulging arousal beneath the button up fly of his jeans, praying for them to pop open on their own. Liquid warmth floods between my thighs. I forget for a moment to breathe until I hear his voice and gasp in a deep breath.
"Uh...sweetheart? My face is way up here not down there." He clears his throat. A bad attempt at trying to conceal his soft moan.
Oh God, I'm so busted!
I feel my face and chest rapidly heat up and mingle with the raging, out of control desire, knowing if he didn't have me locked down with this damn curse, I'd be insanely jumping his bones right here and now!
I quickly raise my eyes to his mouth watering naked ripped abs, to a hairless, muscular, and well defined chest. I feel like a puddle boiling under the relentless raging sun.
I continue my visual search of his body up to his beautiful and intricately detailed Egyptian tribal sleeve tattoo, covering him from right shoulder and chest down his right arm to his wrist.
Mama always said when I found my soulmate it would be a magical experience and she sure as hell wasn't kidding! He is the only man my body responds to, he has to be my soul mate. Everything else mama turned out to be true.
"Still up here, babe..." He whispers seductively in such a way, that I desperately want to clench my thighs together in an attempt to stop the insistent throbbing since he's refusing to make it go away.
As I stare wide eyed, his hairless muscular chest expands with his deep inhalation. He growls,
"Your scent is so damn utterly delicious. God, I desperately want to take you right here and now, my little hellcat. But, you deserve so much more than road rash on this driveway."
His very words curl my toes as I imagine the most wicked things about his all too familiar body. I feel my face and chest heat up even more. My breathing is out of control, my breasts heave with my attempts to calm down. I'm afraid to see his face, afraid he'll read my wicked thoughts in my eyes as clearly as I saw the stars in the sky last night.
I sense his impatience in the way he places his fingers gently under my chin. He gently but forcefully lifts my face to his own five inches above mine. We both gasp in pure shock at the same time. My rare lavender colored eyes meet his bright bluish grey ones, both wide as can be. My heart threatens to literally explode in my chest.
"There's no way! You, you're just a figment of my....my imagination....of my dreams....my fantasies....for years." I whisper, barely above a breath at the same time as he says,
"It really is you....You really came back to me... after all this time." He whispers just as softly, barely audible to the point, I have to strain to hear him..
My eyes widen to the size of saucers again as I try to understand his comment. He's said it before and this time there is such incredible love in his eyes as he looks at me, that my fearful heart fills with warmth even knowing, he has me confused with someone else.
No one has ever looked at me like that, like the sun rises and sets with me and me alone. It may not be for me, but, just this once, I'm going to pretend like it is....
I feel my heartbeat slowing down to match his, my breathing still hitches in my throat, emotions I've never before felt, overwhelm me.
I take in his mid length slightly curled black silky soft looking long black as midnight hair framing his flawless aristocratic face as well as the pure love shining through his eyes and sigh. I feel like a cat about to start purring in pleasure.
I suddenly know I'm falling in love with the lines and planes of his face and body from his beautiful hair, to his high Egyptian cheekbones down to his oh so kissable lips and angular jaw line, both containing his well manicured mustache and goatee. His mustache sexily frames his upper lip and dips down on each side in narrow distinguished lines gently blending into his neatly trimmed short goatee. It's connected to his sexy full bottom lip with a narrowly distinguished strip of facial hair, the complete look is absolutely mouth watering.
The artist in me desperately itches like crazy to draw him in the nude, to challenge myself with creating the perfect lines and planes of light and dark, knowing his image is forever burned in my brain. I also know I will most definitely try to draw him later when I'm alone.
Damn, why does he have to look like he just walked off the cover of the world's sexiest and hottest men magazine, or out of the fog of my hottest recent fantasy? I'm so screwed! I want to live, only to draw him and get him in my bed. Yep, get out the straight jacket, I'll need it, before this trip is over!
I feel the heat of my chest and face deepen even more, if that's even possible.
As I look him over, his eyes do the same. His eyes have an uninhibited burning heat as they look me over slowly and leisurely from head to toe.
Every single place his eyes fall upon feels the heat of his eyes as they clench, throb, or pucker for his pleasure and his alone.
Holy Shit! My fantasy man is real and lord, if he keeps looking at me like I'm a tasty treat to be devoured, I'm gonna....
The thought disappears right out of my head as he gently places his overly warm hands on each side of my face gently. His face slowly leans down toward mine as my gaze is trapped in the depths of his.
I feel pure electricity brush across my lips, unable to hold back my husky breathless moan of such exquisite pleasure as my senses all short circuit.
He pushes me right over the edge into the pure inferno of overwhelming sexual heat when his tongue rubs against my lips.
His tongue seeks entrance to the delicious wet warmth within. His tongue duels against mine in a tango as old as time. The hot wet warmth of his mouth and tongue is my undoing.
Jesus, if this is what just kissing him does to me, I'll never survive making love to him! It would be an out of body experience, just like in my dreams...
I feel déjà vu so strongly right at that moment. The inferno of sexual heat's flames devour me body and soul.
"Senefru, it is you..." I whisper against his mouth suddenly knowing how he knows my name. As the hottest kiss I've ever had ends, I immediately feel my vision going black, my legs completely giving out, and I fall into darkness....
Could it really be possible that she's been dreaming about me just as I've dreamt of her for centuries? It is her, my Harekini! I've never felt this way around anyone but her. My body became an instant inferno of incredible heat and desire the moment I pressed it up against her.
"You're lucky my little love, that you passed out when you did else, we'd be in your bed right now. I'd be showing you what Heaven feels like in my arms..." Senefru whispers as he catches her beautiful body just inches before her head bashes into the unforgiving concrete driveway.
He can't stop the feeling of incredible shock from pervading his body as his mind tries to process the fact that she's alive once more. That somehow the old Gods have brought them back together for a reason.
He swears , never, will anything or anyone ever hurt her again, no matter the cost! His body shakes from the fierce shock and inferno of desire as he carries her lovingly back inside the mansion.
"What the hell did you do to...?" Damien's voice trails off as he sees the love, shock, and intense desire written all over Franklin's face. Franklin is the name he goes by now in the human world. Damien knew not to call him by his real name of Senefru as it brought back painful memories and insanity with it.
"It really is her...after all these centuries? I thought her soul ascended to Heaven?"
"It's her, my Harekini, without a doubt....she's come back to me. I know from the things she'd said and thought, her reaction to me, and the tattoos she has, only.... she doesn't know who she really is."
"I can't talk you out of this course I know you're about to follow, then?"
"No, Damien. You can't."
"Very well, I hope you're ready for the consequences when
HE
finds out."
"I am. I've been ready for centuries. You put Madi to bed already?"
"Yes, Franklin, I did."
"Good, I'll be right back then."
Franklin leaves Damien in the den and walks Jinny up to Madi's bedroom where he mistakenly believes she sleeps at. He lays her down ever so gently, reluctant to let her go. Then, covers her up lovingly, kisses her forehead, and breaths in her tantalizing scent of vanilla and all woman deeply before he walks away out of her life at least, for now......
I JOLT UPRIGHT in bed, eyes wide as I rapidly look around, taking in my strange surroundings, then realize I've been put to bed in Madi's room.
Madi, Oh God!
I scream silently, the words won't leaving my dry mouth.