Rogue Darkness by Dianne Duvall

Eyes brightening, he blurred. She felt another tug and heard more cloth ripping. When he stilled, they were both naked except for their shoes.



Sean gave Nicole a sheepish smile. “I didn’t know how to get your shoes off without tossing you on the bed.”

Her face reflected so much hunger as her brown eyes roved his form that he almost wished he had taken her against the wall of the foyer. Then he’d already be balls-deep inside her.

“I’m okay with that,” she murmured.

Despite the need that rode him, he chuckled. “Okay with what? Us keeping our shoes on or me tossing you on the bed?”

“You tossing me on the bed.” Reaching out, she curled her delicate hand around his hard cock.

Sean’s knees damn near buckled at the inquisitive touch. He hadn’t expected being immortal to increase the intensity of sex so much. He shuddered as pleasure rocketed through him. “I feel so much more now,” he told her softly.

She circled the sensitive crown of his cock with her thumb. “Is it the enhanced senses?”

He nodded, having trouble finding his breath at the moment.

A twinkle of mischief entered her eyes. “So you feel this more?”

He groaned as she squeezed and stroked him, inciting a roaring conflagration of need.

Growling, he took her in his arms again, lips devouring, hands exploring until they were both frantic for each other. A fantasy surfaced. One he’d woven around her more times than he would ever admit since their little masturbation conversation. Spinning her away, he drew her against him, her back to his front.

“Sean,” she whispered.

Dipping his head, he kissed her neck. A little shiver shook her as she reached up to cup the back of his head. He palmed her breasts. So perfect. So beautiful. The pink tips tight and eager for his touch.

He heard Nicole’s breath shorten as he fondled her. Her pulse quickened. Moving restlessly, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his hard cock. Moaning, Sean squeezed her breast and slid his other hand down past the triangle of curls to brush her clit.

Her hips jerked as she moaned. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze and drew him down for a ravenous kiss.

“You’re so wet for me,” he uttered hoarsely, and dipped a long finger inside her.

“Yes.”

He added a second, thrusting in and out in a rhythm he would soon mimic with his cock. All the while, he stroked her clit with his thumb and continued stroking her breast. Moaning, Nicole rocked against him, writhing in his arms, breath shortening until an orgasm crashed through her. Sean clenched his teeth as her warm channel pulsed round his fingers.

He needed to be inside her. Now.

Urging her forward, he bent Nicole over the foot of his big bed. The mattress was so high that her toes barely touched the floor as he pressed a knee between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “I love your ass,” he murmured, smoothing his hands over it as his cock pressed against her clit.

Her breath quickened.

Fisting his cock, he pressed it to her slick entrance. Sean groaned as he pushed forward, an inch at a time, slowly stretching her, drawing out the pleasure. “Nicole.” Her hands curled into fists around the covers as she pushed back against him, drawing him in deeper. He gripped her tighter and hoped like hell he wouldn’t leave bruises. He wanted to go slow, to rebuild the heat and drive her to another orgasm before he came. But she made it hard. Made him hard. Or harder. Rolling her hips as he withdrew almost to the crown and pushing back against him when he eagerly thrust deep again.

Unable to hold back, Sean abandoned all control and took her hard and fast. He just wanted her. So much. All of her.

Leaning over her, he slid a hand beneath her and cupped her breast. She moaned, the light muscles of her back flexing as she met him thrust for thrust. He slipped his other hand beneath her stomach and drew it down until he could stroke her clit in tune with his thrusts.

He even loved the sounds she made, the moans and gasps and cries, the way she called his name with such hunger. Their breath came in gasps, the pleasure increasing as he thrust harder and faster until she cried out in ecstasy, bucking beneath him as her inner muscles clamped down around him. Sean shouted with his own release, which seemed to go on and on as she milked him with those rhythmic squeezes. Then her lean muscles relaxed as she went limp, panting.

Breathing hard, Sean kissed the back of her neck. Sliding his hands out from under her, he braced his forearms on either side of her and leaned down. He tried not to settle too much weight on her, but he needed to be close. As close as he could get. Once more, he had nearly lost her. It made him want to wrap himself around her and never let go. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he pleaded softly.



Tears filled Nicole’s eyes. How she loved him.

Still trying to calm her breathing, she covered one of his hands with hers. Part of her wanted to promise she wouldn’t. But times had become more dangerous for immortals and their Seconds in recent years. “I’ll try not to.”

Sighing, he nuzzled her hair. “Have I told you lately that I love your scent?”

She smiled. “No.” And she couldn’t help but revel in the realization that his breathing was as labored as hers. Sean was a fantastic lover, his touch the perfect balance between rough and tender. And damn, he made her body hum. Even if her experience with men hadn’t been limited, she knew with certainty that no one else could’ve brought her as much ecstasy as he did.