his lips.
Already hard as steel beneath his linen trousers, he nearly exploded as she grabbed the hand he’d used to memorize the curves of her body. He brought it up to firmly rest against the wetness of her folds.
“Andreas, I ache.” Eva purred the words in near desperation.
“Please. Touch me.” He pushed aside her satiny-red G-string, and instantly felt her juices puddle in the center of his hand. Talented fingers rubbed against her clitoris. Soft at first and then more vigorous until she writhed and moaned in relentless pleasure.
“I need to taste you. Now.” Andreas lowered himself over her body, and pulled her panties down to her ankles before jerking them to the floor. He spread her thighs and positioned himself between them. The first taste of her sweet essence was pure ecstasy. It made him growl like a feral animal. She tasted like a mix of vanilla and jasmine. Sweet and sultry. Andreas licked and sucked along her folds as the scent of gardenias surrounded him. When finally, his tongue delved deep into her core, Eva screamed out loud.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.” Eva begged him, and he was happy to oblige. His tongue slid along her curves with lazy abandon.
In and out of her with sheer perfection. Then, his hand wandered of its own volition to pinch one cherry-red nipple protruding from her corset. The sensation so intense, it caused the muscles inside her womb to spasm against his tongue. Andreas could feel her orgasm spiral out of control, as her essence flooded his mouth to quench a thirst only Eva could satisfy.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to be inside of her.
If he didn’t fuck her this very instant, he’d most certainly combust. As he tried to unzip his pants, he heard a sound that seemed oddly out of place. Andreas sat up quickly in bed, and suddenly realized that the sound he’d heard was his cell phone ringing. He picked it up without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello. Eva, is that you?” he asked groggily.
“Andreas, it’s me, Natasha.” Andreas shook his head, shattering the fantasy. “You need to get over here right away.”
“Okay.” Andreas groaned, still half asleep. “Where are you?
What time is it?” His head of security cursed under her breath, clearly frustrated with him. “The sun just went down. It’s a little after five o’clock on Friday evening, and I’m waiting for you in your office, lover boy?” Natasha responded with more than a hint of sarcasm.
Andreas rubbed the kinks out of his stiff neck. He needed to wake up and clear away the cobwebs in his mind. He’d slept nearly twelve hours. Unbelievable.
“All right. Give me fifteen minutes.” Andreas jumped out of bed and snapped his phone shut. A moment later, the phone rang again. It was Natasha. Again. “What?” he yelled into the phone impatiently.
“No need to get testy.” Natasha warned him. “I thought you’d want to know that your father’s here, too. And he’s pissed!” Chapter Twelve
Paying the Piper
It took mere minutes to get to his office inside The Crypt . But the journey seemed to last a lifetime. As he walked in, his father paced impatiently around the interior walls of his private office. The hairs on Andreas’s neck stood on edge.
“Well, well. You’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.” Aristotle Kristopolous turned his head toward his son and growled out his frustration.
Andreas tried to remain calm, but his patience ran thin. “What is it, Father? I’ve had a long evening what with my testimony in front of the board of trustees last night. Excuse me, if I didn’t arrive right at sunset. But I’d think you’d be a bit more sympathetic, considering I was defending our coven’s honor until nearly four o’clock in the morning.” Andreas shoved his hands in his pockets, and forced himself to tone down the sarcasm as it would only infuriate Aristotle even more.
“I take it you haven’t seen today’s newspaper?”
Already hard as steel beneath his linen trousers, he nearly exploded as she grabbed the hand he’d used to memorize the curves of her body. He brought it up to firmly rest against the wetness of her folds.
“Andreas, I ache.” Eva purred the words in near desperation.
“Please. Touch me.” He pushed aside her satiny-red G-string, and instantly felt her juices puddle in the center of his hand. Talented fingers rubbed against her clitoris. Soft at first and then more vigorous until she writhed and moaned in relentless pleasure.
“I need to taste you. Now.” Andreas lowered himself over her body, and pulled her panties down to her ankles before jerking them to the floor. He spread her thighs and positioned himself between them. The first taste of her sweet essence was pure ecstasy. It made him growl like a feral animal. She tasted like a mix of vanilla and jasmine. Sweet and sultry. Andreas licked and sucked along her folds as the scent of gardenias surrounded him. When finally, his tongue delved deep into her core, Eva screamed out loud.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.” Eva begged him, and he was happy to oblige. His tongue slid along her curves with lazy abandon.
In and out of her with sheer perfection. Then, his hand wandered of its own volition to pinch one cherry-red nipple protruding from her corset. The sensation so intense, it caused the muscles inside her womb to spasm against his tongue. Andreas could feel her orgasm spiral out of control, as her essence flooded his mouth to quench a thirst only Eva could satisfy.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to be inside of her.
If he didn’t fuck her this very instant, he’d most certainly combust. As he tried to unzip his pants, he heard a sound that seemed oddly out of place. Andreas sat up quickly in bed, and suddenly realized that the sound he’d heard was his cell phone ringing. He picked it up without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello. Eva, is that you?” he asked groggily.
“Andreas, it’s me, Natasha.” Andreas shook his head, shattering the fantasy. “You need to get over here right away.”
“Okay.” Andreas groaned, still half asleep. “Where are you?
What time is it?” His head of security cursed under her breath, clearly frustrated with him. “The sun just went down. It’s a little after five o’clock on Friday evening, and I’m waiting for you in your office, lover boy?” Natasha responded with more than a hint of sarcasm.
Andreas rubbed the kinks out of his stiff neck. He needed to wake up and clear away the cobwebs in his mind. He’d slept nearly twelve hours. Unbelievable.
“All right. Give me fifteen minutes.” Andreas jumped out of bed and snapped his phone shut. A moment later, the phone rang again. It was Natasha. Again. “What?” he yelled into the phone impatiently.
“No need to get testy.” Natasha warned him. “I thought you’d want to know that your father’s here, too. And he’s pissed!” Chapter Twelve
Paying the Piper
It took mere minutes to get to his office inside The Crypt . But the journey seemed to last a lifetime. As he walked in, his father paced impatiently around the interior walls of his private office. The hairs on Andreas’s neck stood on edge.
“Well, well. You’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.” Aristotle Kristopolous turned his head toward his son and growled out his frustration.
Andreas tried to remain calm, but his patience ran thin. “What is it, Father? I’ve had a long evening what with my testimony in front of the board of trustees last night. Excuse me, if I didn’t arrive right at sunset. But I’d think you’d be a bit more sympathetic, considering I was defending our coven’s honor until nearly four o’clock in the morning.” Andreas shoved his hands in his pockets, and forced himself to tone down the sarcasm as it would only infuriate Aristotle even more.
“I take it you haven’t seen today’s newspaper?”
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