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  He tried to control the tremor in his voice. “Take me to your bedroom where I can lay you out and taste your body in its entirety.”

  Nodding anxiously in agreement, Caira swallowed. There was nothing in the world she’d rather do. She forced her rubbery knees to carry her down the hall. Keeping pace, Zarek walked beside her. The blue glow emanating from his body guiding the way. He walked silently, with easy, fluid movements that were both sensual and confident.

  She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Before she could walk toward her bed, Zarek grabbed her and spun her around to face him. There was an ache of longing in his dark eyes. Powerful emotions tore across his face as his gaze glided over her. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “I want you to remove your clothes, my sweetness. Let me see you. All of you. Naked.”

  She nodded, her voice lodged somewhere deep in her throat.

  Taking two steps back, she slid her pants down her thighs, letting the silk pool at her feet. She eased her shirt from her shoulders, her pert nipples alerting him to the heightened state of her arousal. The material kissed her skin as it feathered to the floor. Awareness flared through her as she stood before him naked, needy—for his touch, and his love. Her chest heaved as his ravenous gaze dropped to her damp, silky curls.

  She watched him come toward her. His cock was so thick. It excited and frightened her at once. She’d been with men before, of course. But those encounters were always fast, awkward, and uncomfortable and had left her feeling used and unsatisfied.

  This man, however, was different from the rest. He was skilled. Patient. Concerned about her pleasures. Eager for her pleasures.

  He cupped her bare sex in his hand. Her muscles clenched as fire shot through her body. She couldn’t believe that with one simple touch, he made her burn up inside. Now she understood why she had never been able to find pleasure in another man’s arms. Because none of those men were Zarek.

  With the utmost ease, he gathered her into his embrace and in two long strides, carried her to her bed. As he laid her sideways on the mattress, across a splash of silken sheets, her long hair fanned her face. She moaned, her eyes beckoning him to take her. But he didn’t take her. Instead, he straightened and took a long moment to admire her body. Her breasts grew achy under his tender gaze. She stroked her fingers over them and then her hand wandered lower, to touch her inflamed clitoris.

  He pitched his voice low. “Open your legs for me.”

  She did as he requested.

  “Wider.”

  Moaning softly, she opened her legs as far as they would go. When she brushed her fingertip over her clitoris, his nostrils flared, his dark hair fell forward. She almost came just from the heated look in his eyes.

  He licked his lips, and she shivered in anticipation. He stepped closer, knelt on the floor before her, and spread her open. “That’s good.” His finger breached her opening. “Your scent is driving me wild, Caira.” His warm breath feathered over her quivering sex and made her skin tighten. He pushed his finger in deeper. “Ahhh, you are very swollen.”

  He didn’t move his finger at first. It remained motionless inside her, driving her into a frenzy of sexual frustration.

  She threw her head to the side and arched into his touch, driving his finger in deeper, urging him to stroke her, to touch the spot that made her quake all over. He wiggled his finger, ever so slightly. Her breath came in a gasp as she concentrated on the tiny points of pleasure.

  “Oh God.” Her throat went dry as he slowly drew it out. The nerve endings in her pussy screamed in protest. She wiggled and writhed on the sheets trying to drive him back inside.

  He held her down gently. “Don’t move,” he commanded. “Remain still while I kiss you.”

  She fisted the sheets in her hands and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. He was so commanding. So in control. It was thrilling, exhilarating. How did he know she liked it this way? She hadn’t even known herself until this very moment. He seemed to know her desires better than she did herself.

  “If you move, you shall have no pleasures.”

  None too gently he gripped her inner thighs and pushed her legs open further. Her hips ached, but it felt incredible at the same time.

  Using his fingers, he parted her labia and inhaled her feminine scent. A shiver passed through her when he growled his approval. His tongue touched her damp folds. It felt rough and cool and so deliciously wonderful against her scalding flesh. She wanted to move, ached to move, but remaining pinned to the bed, knowing she was forbidden to budge pushed her desires beyond anything she’d ever known. It thrilled her to know he was in control of her pleasures.

  “You’re dripping, Caira.”

  Her heart thudded. She could feel her juices pouring between her thighs. It tickled but she didn’t dare squirm.

  His finger followed the path of her liquid heat. “Ahhh, I believe you are ready for me, my sweetness.”

  “Oh God.” Both fear and excitement coiled through her. She glanced at his magnificent erection.

  His eyes softened as they met hers. “I will never hurt you, Caira. Ever.” He responded as though he was in her head, able to read her every thought, her every desire.

  Was it possible? Was he inside her head? Could he read her mind?

  His hands brushed her face. His voice covered her like warm honey. “Yes, Caira. I know what you need, and I know how to give it to you. Now stop asking so many questions and let me taste you as I’ve longed to do.” He breathed a kiss over her quivering pussy, making her incapable of coherent thought.

  His warm tongue slipped back between her folds, stroking her with expertise. The warmth from his mouth spread out over her skin. He pressed his mouth over her clitoris and drew it between his teeth. He nipped at her until she cried out in pain and pleasure. His fingers slipped inside. Her pussy muscles clenched, driving him deeper into her hot sheath, and she fought the urge to buck against his hand. His powerful muscles bunched as he shifted position, pushing his tongue as far up inside her as it would go. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as a powerful, overwhelming, all-consuming orgasm washed over her. She began panting, drawing in his warm, masculine scent, letting it curl over her.

  “That’s it, Caira, let me taste your sweetness.”

  She bit down on her lip as the room blurred before her. A stab of pleasure made her cry out his name. Her orgasm hit so hard the room darkened before her eyes. She couldn’t think, she could only feel as Zarek moaned and licked every last drop.

  He lifted his gaze to hers. “I love the taste of you.”

  He took one more long, luxurious lap at her, then grabbed her hips and positioned her into the center of the bed. He climbed over her, his eyes were darkly seductive, and his breath was labored. Juices pearled on the tip of his cock as he prepared her for entrance.

  “Put your hands above your head.”

  She lifted her hands and gripped the headboard. “Like this?” came her breathy reply. How many nights had she laid in bed, arms restrained above her head, fantasizing about him? It was like he knew every fantasy she’d ever had.

  “I do.” His smile was wry.

  God, he really was inside her head.

  He crushed his chest over hers, twined his fingers through hers, and in one quick motion pushed inside. The fit was perfect and so deliciously full.

  His fingers tightened over hers. “You feel so wonderful, Caira.” His smoldering eyes glazed with lust and some deeper emotion that Caira didn’t recognize.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him in deeper. She gave a sexy moan. “Kiss me.” Her voice trembled with emotion.

  Zarek closed his mouth over hers, angled her body for a deeper thrust, and pumped into her. She met his every loving push with one of her own as she swiped her tongue over his. Their bodies moving in perfect unison.

  Blinding pressure began building inside her as moisture pebbled her skin. The scent of their lovemaking saturated the room and closed over her. Fire burned
through her, driving her beyond the brink of sanity. Her heart pounded, her body buzzed. It had never been like this before for her. So perfect. So right. So intimate. He rotated his hips, massaging her sensitive spot with the tip of his cock, bringing her as high as the moon and the stars.

  She was close, so close.

  “Zarek I…”

  He buried his mouth in the crook of her neck. “I know, sweetness, let it go, come for me. Come with my cock inside you, and let me feel your liquid silk.” His voice was a rough whisper over her skin.

  Her pussy muscles tightened and gripped his cock. Zarek let go of one of her hands and slipped a finger between their bodies. He stroked her clitoris, his touch scorching her body as he pulled an orgasm from her. She let out a gasp, writhed on the bed, and locked her legs around his hips. Tightening her grip on the bedpost, she began quaking. Heat poured through her as another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her body. Everything around her seemed to fade. Zarek clenched his jaw and she sensed he was struggling for control. His eyes darkened, his breath came in a burst as her pussy massaged his thickness.

  He didn’t even give her time to catch her breath before he flipped her over onto her stomach. “I’m going to make love to you the way you’ve imagined in your fantasies.” His voice was thick, urgent, filling her with desire and apprehension.

  She tried to twist around but he gently anchored her to the bed. She’d never tried this position before. It made her feel exposed. Vulnerable. Her alarm was obvious in her tone. “I don’t think—”

  Her resistance melted when his finger probed her wet pussy. Her whole body tightened in pleasure. As his finger moved deeper inside her another wave of desire engulfed her. She wiggled, her swollen clitoris scrapped against the soft sheets. She felt her face flush with heat and desire.

  He pulled his finger out and gripped her hips, lifting her ass in the air, exposing her swollen cleft to him. His fingers brushed the length of her. “So perfect.” There was so much emotion in his voice.

  Caira took a deep gulping breath and gave herself over to him completely. Heart and soul.

  Zarek slipped two fingers into her pussy and slathered her juices over her heated, fleshy opening. He placed a pillow under her curvy hips and gently pressed on her shoulders, easing her breasts onto the bed.

  His voice dropped to a whisper. “Wiggle your backside for me, Caira. I promise you this will be better than any fantasy you’ve had.”

  She gave a low moan as he eased his cock into her pussy. Slowly, steadily, inch by inch, until her lubricated sex swallowed up his thickness. The depth of penetration nearly made her explode from sheer pleasure. Heat rushed through her.

  She’d never experienced anything so magnificent, so intimate. She bucked against his body, lifting her hips higher in the air to give him better access.

  He groaned and gripped her hips harder, driving his cock impossibly deeper.

  “You’re so tight, Caira, I won’t be able to last long if you keep that up.”

  She bucked again, wanting him to give himself over to her.

  He began panting. A low growl rumbled in his throat as she wiggled. A sweet moan filled her throat as his cock throbbed inside her tight warmth.

  Everything about what they were doing felt so right, so familiar, like she had experienced this before.

  “I want you to come inside me, Zarek. Let me feel your juices inside me.”

  “It’s too soon. I want to give you pleasure first.” His voice fell over her like a soft blanket.

  She arched her back, giving him deeper access inside her body. “I cannot even begin to tell you how much pleasure you’ve given me, Zarek. This is for you. For your pleasure now. I want to give you what you need.”

  Groaning in ecstasy, he eased his cock out until only an inch remained inside her swollen sheath. He pulled her delicate folds open wider and in one quick trust he pushed into her. Hard. She gasped with euphoria and pitched forward as he rode her with the utmost expertise. His fingers bit into her hips and would surely leave bruises. Every erotic sensation running through her body heightened.

  She moaned.

  He growled.

  Her muscles tightened in bliss as she indulged his cock. She ground her clitoris and whimpered as another orgasm tore through her.

  As her muscles tightened around his cock, air rushed from his lungs. He pushed into her then stilled his movements, joining her in orgasm. “That’s it Caira. Come with me.” He came so hard she could feel his seed pulse through her body.

  Caira dropped onto the bed, Zarek laid over her. He whispered into her ear. “You are amazing.”

  She drew a breath, trying to regulate her voice. “You are too,” she whispered back. She’d had sex before but it had never been like this. “That was the most wonderful, intimate thing I’ve ever done.”

  He brushed her damp hair off her shoulders. He eased his cock out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. The look in his dark, passionate eyes turned serious. “I love you, Caira.” The love in his eyes took her breath away.

  And she knew, even though he was her dream lover, she loved him too. She touched his face and pressed a light kiss over his sensuous mouth. “I love you too, Zarek.”

  Caira snuggled in closer, resting her head against his chest. Zarek pulled the blankets over them and tipped her chin until their eyes met.

  She stifled a yawn and smiled up at him. Her eyes felt so heavy. She could no longer keep them open.

  “Rest now, Caira. When you awake you will have much to understand.”

  Four

  Zarek stared at the beautiful women asleep in his arms, a woman who’d been in his heart and mind for centuries. The love he felt for her rushed to his heart, making it difficult to draw his next breath. His gaze moved over her features as he ran his hands over her silky soft skin. Although she needed to rest, he couldn’t let her sleep long, not while evil lurked nearby. Threatening to destroy their love.

  He had to warn her. Prepare her.

  He touched her chin. “Caira.”

  She stirred and snuggled in tighter. “Yes?” Her voice was whispery soft.

  “Look at me, Caira. I need you to understand what I am about to tell you.”

  Caira perked up. She lifted her gaze to his. Her blonde brows puckered. “What is it?”

  Zarek drew a breath. “You shouldn’t have recited the incantation, sweetness.”

  She smiled. A slow sexy smile that stirred his blood. “Why? Didn’t you enjoy being with me?”

  “You know I did. But now you are in danger.” Zarek sat up on the side of the bed. He gathered Caira in his arms and held her tight.

  She rested her head against his shoulder. Her heavy lids fluttered. “Danger? Why would I be in danger?”

  “Your father placed a curse on me, Caira.” He touched the scar on his cheek. It ached. It always ached. It was a deep scar crafted by her father’s sword. A reminder that Bella was never to be his.

  She glanced up at him and placed her delicate hand over his.

  “He placed a curse on me, banishing me to an eternity inside your portrait. To watch over you yet never be able to claim you as my own. By reading the incantation, you broke that curse, but you’ve also awakened the Keeper of Darkness.”

  She let out a heavy sigh. “Oh yes, the legend. It’s not real. None of this is real.” She closed her eyes, slipping back into sleep.

  Zarek looked at his hands. The blue glow was fading. His time was almost up. He touched her cheek, bringing her back around. “It is real, Caira.” He made his voice harsh so she would understand the seriousness of the situation. “My time is up, but before I go I must warn you.” He felt his body grow cold, his movements were slow, his speech harder to come by. “You have awakened the Keeper of Darkness from his slumber and now a great evil will soon descend upon you. I cannot help you. The battle is yours and yours alone. You are the only one who can vanquish him.”

  Alarmed, her eyes sprung open.
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  He gently tilted her face up so he could look at her. “Just remember, I am with you.” He reached out and placed his hand over her heart. “Here and always.”

  She blinked. The look on her face alerted him to her fear, her confusion. Zarek’s heart ached for her. He fisted his fingers and fought down the anger raging inside him. He hated that he was so damn helpless.

  “How? What if I can’t?” There was desperation in her voice.

  Zarek buried his face in her hair and inhaled her fragrant scent. “Then I fear death is the price of failure.”

  Hours later, Caira awoke, blinked her eyes open, and stretched her naked body. Early morning rays of sun burst through her window and warmed her bare flesh. She rolled onto her side. Her whole body felt lethargic, exhausted, as if she’d just climbed the world’s highest mountain. Ignoring her discomfort, she drew in a rejuvenating breath and glanced at her clock. Just enough time for a quick shower before she had to deliver the cake to the reception. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she twisted and threw her legs over the side of the bed. As she stood up, her shoulder throbbed, and her hips ached.

  Suddenly, her mind filled with memories of last night’s dream and the way Zarek’s strong hands had gripped her hips and squeezed her shoulder.

  The locket!

  The incantation!

  Dear God, it was a dream. Wasn’t it?

  Her heart slammed against her chest. Her mouth went as dry as burnt toast.

  She quickly jumped from the bed and ran into the living room. Zarek was in the portrait, looking exactly like he always did. His dark haunting eyes stared down at her.