Inception

A Moment of Passion

I felt breathless as I sat beside him. My skin tingled as an unexpected longing whispered through me. Honestly, too much time had passed since I last felt desirable. The other night with the being I mistakenly thought was Obadiah didn’t count. Besides, I felt nothing with him, and it was that sensation of undeniable pleasure I had sought.

Claudius’s rough hand caressed my cheek. “Red—”

I leaned into his touch and whispered, “Don’t say it. For once, I know exactly what I want.”

His blue eyes darkened with lust as he brushed his lips against mine. It was a kiss to end all kisses—so full of passion and unspoken meaning. I didn’t want it to stop, but sadly it did after just a few minutes.

Claudius ran a finger down my neck, between my breasts, only stopping when he reached the hem of my shirt. As he began to lift it, I started to flick my wrist—to help him remove my clothing more swiftly.

“Don’t,” he admonished gently. “Allow me.”

Instead of fussing about it, I lowered my hand. I’d never been patient when it came to fucking. It was always a frenzied moment—skirts went up and undergarments were either ripped or pushed to the side. Rarely did anything get removed.

Except for Obadiah. He feigned civility and always undressed me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Remembering that asshole was the last thing I wanted—needed—in that instance.

“Look at me, Red,” Claudius commanded.

And, I obliged. Making eye contact, I saw the hunger in Claudius’s gaze. He wanted me and no one else.

“No more thinking about the vampire.” Claudius ran a hand up my thigh as he eased me onto my back. “I plan on permanently erasing him from your memory.”

Yes!

I wholeheartedly agreed.

As much as I wanted to rush, I wanted what Claudius offered so much more. He eased my shirt over my head and then fluffed out my fiery hair around my shoulders. For a second, he lingered with his fingers wrapped around the silky strands. He bent his head, sniffed, and a sigh came from deep in his throat. No male had ever done that before.

Seconds later, Claudius’s hands returned to my breasts. Cupping one in his enormous hand, he gently squeezed my tit before tracing the nipple with a finger.

Something sparked within me, and I moaned loudly.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured and moved on to the other breast.

My body was on fire, but I wanted to luxuriate in that sensation. No one, not even Ashmedai, excited me the way Claudius did.

That incubus was truly talented, stroking my flesh over and over. He pushed me to the edge and left me teetering. But he wasn’t finished. A rush of cold air hit me as my jeans were tugged down my thighs, and then the delicious torture continued.

“You’re so damn wet.”

I gasped as his thumb pressed my clit. He rubbed it, and I screamed. His fingers swirled around the sensitive nub, making my head whip from side to side.

“Don’t stop!” I panted.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, Red.” Claudius slipped out his fingers and replaced them with something moist.

My eyes popped open. The male was exploring me with his tongue! No one had ever gone down on me. It was a decadent, tantalizing sensation. Claudius could have made money with his mouth.

He stroked. He licked. He petted. My body responded in ways it had never done before for any man—human or otherwise.

Claudius, slurping and lapping, drank from my pussy like a man stranded in the desert. Just when I thought I could take no more, Claudius slid his fingers between my legs and worked his strong fingers into my cunt.

Powerful vibrations rippled through me. I clutched the sheets as my back bowed and my hips lifted. Every nerve ending quivered. I saw stars. Felt the fire. My brain was reeling… But then the pleasure stopped.

Trembling, I pushed up on my elbows and looked at the male. “Please tell me—”

“There’s more.” He rose off the bed, unzipped his jeans, and let them fall.

Holy hell!

There was something to love about a male who went commando. My mouth opened as I admired his lengthy dick. It had to be the most perfect cock I’d ever seen. Did he pleasure himself every time denim rubbed against it?

Lucky pants!

Again I concurred with that little voice, but she needed to take a back seat and let me have some fun.

I spread my legs, eager to have him inside me.

The incubus gave me a lopsided grin before hovering over me. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pushed my knees up and wedged himself between my thighs. For a moment, he teased me—rubbing against my wetness without entering. “I can’t be gentle with you, Red. I’ve waited—”

“Don’t wait.” Gentle wasn’t what I yearned for.

He thrust into me, making me gasp again. Just like everything else about Claudius, his erection was large. It filled me completely, stretching me. Before I could adapt to the size, he pressed harder and deeper. The tendons of his neck stood out in sharp relief with each stroke, taking away my breath and pushing me closer to my climax.

Once again, I was dangling over the precipice, but he didn’t leave me there. Our bodies bucked and thrashed together as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through us. Claudius’s tremendous, muscular physique shuddered while my body quaked beneath him. He found my mouth again. And, as we kissed, giving into desire, we moaned our pleasure simultaneously.