Prince Eternal: Sacred Soul

Excerpt: Warmth. It flowed like a river of lava across her flesh. The air heavily laden with a masculine musk, laced with a wood-burning aroma, encompassed her naked body. A heated breath whispered across her now heated skin. Her nipples peaked at the tantalizing touch of her faceless lover. She felt the moan building in her throat before she heard it. Fingers, gentle yet strong, entwined her long, black hair. The strokes, sure and soothing smoothed the tension from her brow. Letting herself feel, Vashti let go of the restraints she im- prisoned her emotions with during wakefulness. Callused hands started at the soles of her feet and caressed a path over her knees, up her inner thighs to her womanly folds. Gentle, knowing fingers probed and separated her pouting lips. A cool, sensual breath fluttered across her sensitive, exposed flesh. A soft tongue flickered from he well of desire to the tip of her nub. Del, what devil held such persuasion over her body? Vashti did not care. She widened her legs, spread her fingers in a mane of thick hair and urged her lover, begged him to lick and suck. Her back arched. Her nipples hardened. Vashti's hips moved in rhythm to her lover’s laving and breathing against her painfully sensitive lips. A climax was building from deep within. The climax heightened like a wave then crashed before she could claim it. The he was gone. No! Her mind screamed. Her swollen flesh pulsed with need. Her heated body flushed with frustration. She cried out. In that instant, her faceless lover thrust inside of her. A scream rent from her throat. His lips, wet with her own fluids, claimed her mouth. His tongue delve deep, possessing her–needing her. His member embedded inside of her urged her to feel, to move with him. He rocked inside of her like an animal starving. Grabbing his muscular buttocks with urgent hands, Vashti pulled him deeper. He growled into her ear, then nipped her neck. Her nipples rubbed against muscular, hair peppered chest. He thrust harder. In and out . . .In and out. Her womanly lips pouting each time the tip of his engorged shaft tasted the edge o their hungers. With the last thrust, Vashti screamed before sinking her canines into salty flesh. Her body quivered as she drank the blood from his veins and her womb milked the seed from his loins.