Charleston Past Midnight (23 page)

Trembling in anticipation, I lean forward and unzip my black suede Tecnica boots. After the second one falls with a thud to the hard floor of the cable car, I shimmy out of my panties and tights. I ease back and part my bare legs for him, thankful that I’m enveloped in his warm arms.

His fingers are gentle as they play between my legs, quickly working me into a desperate frenzy for more. I moan in need and push my hips up, longing for him to relieve the mounting ache…

I whimper in protest as his fingers are removed before he places them between his lips, sucking them clean. “Very nice. Now climb off me and unbuckle my belt.”

Hell. Yes.

I stand up, nibble on my lip and get to work on the leather. Once I have it unfastened I glance up into his eyes for further instruction. “Now the jeans. Pull me out.”

Our breathing has become both shallow and ragged as I hurry to do as he commands. Once I have the jeans completely open he shifts up a bit and I shimmy them down to the top of his taut hips.

“Stop. That’s enough.”

Oh my. By brain suddenly goes into hyperspace knowing that I’m about to be ravaged in a cable car that’s steadily cruising up the face of a snowy mountain. Could my Christmas Eve get any finer?

An impatient growl slices through the enclosure. “Get on your knees facing the window, and spread wide, baby. This thing is about to sway … hard.”

Holy fuck! Yes!

Quickly I climb up and scramble to position both my knees and my hands down on the navy padded seating. I brace for him, knowing how rough he enjoys it. Especially when we are in unique settings,
which is often.

I’m struggling to hold still, to not completely beg for it as he stands up and comes in close behind me. I feel the soft hair of his thighs brush up against mine, and the cotton of his denim plays against my bare feet.

“Let’s lose this. I’m sure you’re warmed up enough by now.”

He reaches around and unzips my parka. I shift slightly to allow the satin lining to slide down both arms. I see it land in the far corner of the seat, followed by his. Next, my skirt is pushed up to my waist. I sigh when I hear him growl behind me.

His skilled hand snakes down my front and I gasp as his index finger brushes in a precise sweep right against my eager clit.

“Please … so good!” I’m so not beyond begging.

Adding another finger, he rubs in slow, measured circles against me.
I’m about to lose it ….

His large frame leans into my backside and I can feel his throbbing sex straining eagerly against the inside of my right thigh.

Soon … please!

I hear his sexy voice right against the back of my hair, “
Such
a good girl … always drenched for me. I can’t tell you how fucking hot that is, Calla. Brace for it.”

His fingers are replaced by the head of his broad cock. I quiver beneath him, barely able to contain myself as a rush of adrenaline courses through my veins.
I’m so ready
….

Hands lock down on either side of my bare hips a nanosecond before he thrusts inside. His glide is hot perfection, tunneling into me in one precise, deliberate stroke.

A guttural sound emerges from his throat to echo through the shadowed space.

I’m stretched so tightly around him that I can barely manage to cry out, “Oh! So hot, yes!”

Shoved impossibly deep, he slowly pulls back until the tip of his sex is barely inside me.

“Now you’re going to give me
my
gift, Calla.”

His gift?
I pant and stammer, “Sorry?”

“I brought you up here not only because I knew you would love the extraordinary view but also because I want to hear you sing so loudly for me that everyone in that village below us will know what’s going on up here.”

As soon as the final word falls from his lips his pulsing cock slams right back into me. He starts up a relentless, pounding rhythm, and clutched beneath him, I have no choice but to take it. Everything is tightening up, ready to detonate
. I have to see his face ….

My hair flies back as my head swings around to the right. His eyes immediately lock with mine. They’re glittering a beautiful pitch black in the moonlight as he ramps up his already savage pace. The suspended car is swaying hard, but I couldn’t care less, only wanting to live in this euphoric moment as I writhe beneath him. His fangs have dropped and I arc my bare neck to indicate what I need from him. He delivers the rapture of his familiar bite, sending me reeling in total ecstasy. My body ignites as I reach my fever pitch, feeling like I’ve been hit by lightning as I completely combust beneath him. “Severinnnnnnn!” I scream his name louder than ever before as he continues to pummel into me, claiming me completely with his masterful touch.

He pulls his mouth back, leaving my neck as his powerful grip shifts. One hand suddenly latches down onto my shoulder; the other squeezes my ass possessively as he takes me even harder, shouting out, “That’s right, Calla! Take it deep for me, my beauty.
Thrust.
Just.
Thrust
. Like.
Thrust.
That!”

And with my exquisite orgasm still pulsing wildly, I take exactly what he gives me.
Eagerly.

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E
rotic Romance Author Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult life.

Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC.

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Table of Contents

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Prologue Present Day; 1: 45 a.m. Chalmers Street, Charleston, SC

Chapter One 6 o’clock p.m. April 3, 1756 Beauvais Plantation, 12 miles SE of Charleston, SC

Chapter Two Present Day, 2: 03 a.m. 24 Miles South of Charleston, SC

Chapter Three Present Day, 3: 07 a.m. Willful Creature

Chapter Four Eighteen Years Earlier Parker’s Grocery Store, Westin, West Virginia

Chapter Five One week later, 10: 40 p.m. Truth and Consequence

Chapter Six Present Day, 11: 45 p.m., Downtown Charleston Things We Crave in the Night