spoke his name breathily. She clutched his shoulders. This was his world—the darkness of a bedroom, the gloom of a carriage, the crisp, cool dark of the forest, where leaves crunched underneath a woman’s arse as she fucked. His world was night, and he could glimpse in Miranda’s mind and BLOOD DEEP / 85
see her thoughts were always about sunshine. His only pleasures were erotic ones, and he saw in her heart a great love for family. Dimly, he remembered that—what it was like to be part of family. To love others.
She opened up too much in him, this woman. So he clasped her firm bottom and pulled her quim tight to his face. So he wouldn’t have to think.
You are magical, Miranda. And she was. Her cunny was still pulsing, the walls clutching his tongue as he thrust it in. She tasted of ripe, earthy juices.
Touch yourself, she whispered in thought.
He saw her hands at her breasts, kneading and squeezing.
Her climax had shattered her defenses, and the magic was igniting her natural wanton urges.
I don’t need to, he answered in her thoughts, and he held her hips as she began rocking against his mouth.
She looked down, her now disheveled hair falling free of her pins. It hung in spun-gold waves around her face. He knew his cock was standing proud, bobbing in rhythm to her gyrations on his face.
He still sensed a hesitation inside her, a ripple of fear. He wanted to free her completely. And he knew how to do it. He added another spell to the magic already swirling around the carriage. This one would control them both; it would tap into Miranda’s most private, darkest fantasies and bring one to life.
“What do you mean—my most private fantasies?” Miranda asked sharply.
She realized she was clutching her breasts, her skirts were bunched up on Lukos’s broad shoulders, and he was licking her silly. But she’d glimpsed his thoughts.
And they were extremely naughty.
Since the moment he’d saved her from Ryder, she’d felt a kind of connection with him. Energy crackled when he’d touched her like tiny bolts of lightning.
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“Now,” Lukos growled.
Suddenly, the blue lights lifted her, and a stream of blue stars forced Lukos to the floor of the carriage. He was lying on his back. She actually saw surprise—and fear—in his reflective eyes.
She was hovering twelve inches above the floor.
Lukos’s arms were outstretched above his head, and the blue light spun around his wrists, locking them together. The lights transformed into blue velvet—a band tied neatly to bind his hands together. Another band of velvet appeared at his ankles to secure them. And one, to her shock, wrapped around the very base of his . . . his erection, and magically tied a bow.
You dream of being in control. Dominating a man. His deep voice vibrated in her mind.
Blushing hotly, she protested, “No, of course not. What madness.”
Deny it all you want, he chuckled. Why else are my hands bound? I’m enjoying this, my love, and want to share this with you.
She had to admit she liked having him this way. Though she suspected he could use magic to break those bonds whenever he wanted.
The blue lights suddenly rushed around her. Her dress opened by itself, buttons popping free of their loops, one after another, like tiny fireworks. Her bodice fell and was dragged down her arms as though by invisible hands. Her corset laces undid themselves—
she twisted to watch—and the ends whirled through the air as they loosened by magic. Her corset dropped just below her bosom; her shift disappeared. Simply vanished, leaving her bared breasts propped on the firm shelf of her corset rim. It made them stick right out, made them look huge, the nipples dark and hard.
The sight was unbearable exciting. It felt wanton and delicious.
Lukos licked his lips.
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He grinned. “I can control myself, my dear. Even when faced with the two most perfect tits in existence.”
Even that word in his husky
see her thoughts were always about sunshine. His only pleasures were erotic ones, and he saw in her heart a great love for family. Dimly, he remembered that—what it was like to be part of family. To love others.
She opened up too much in him, this woman. So he clasped her firm bottom and pulled her quim tight to his face. So he wouldn’t have to think.
You are magical, Miranda. And she was. Her cunny was still pulsing, the walls clutching his tongue as he thrust it in. She tasted of ripe, earthy juices.
Touch yourself, she whispered in thought.
He saw her hands at her breasts, kneading and squeezing.
Her climax had shattered her defenses, and the magic was igniting her natural wanton urges.
I don’t need to, he answered in her thoughts, and he held her hips as she began rocking against his mouth.
She looked down, her now disheveled hair falling free of her pins. It hung in spun-gold waves around her face. He knew his cock was standing proud, bobbing in rhythm to her gyrations on his face.
He still sensed a hesitation inside her, a ripple of fear. He wanted to free her completely. And he knew how to do it. He added another spell to the magic already swirling around the carriage. This one would control them both; it would tap into Miranda’s most private, darkest fantasies and bring one to life.
“What do you mean—my most private fantasies?” Miranda asked sharply.
She realized she was clutching her breasts, her skirts were bunched up on Lukos’s broad shoulders, and he was licking her silly. But she’d glimpsed his thoughts.
And they were extremely naughty.
Since the moment he’d saved her from Ryder, she’d felt a kind of connection with him. Energy crackled when he’d touched her like tiny bolts of lightning.
86 / Sharon Page
“Now,” Lukos growled.
Suddenly, the blue lights lifted her, and a stream of blue stars forced Lukos to the floor of the carriage. He was lying on his back. She actually saw surprise—and fear—in his reflective eyes.
She was hovering twelve inches above the floor.
Lukos’s arms were outstretched above his head, and the blue light spun around his wrists, locking them together. The lights transformed into blue velvet—a band tied neatly to bind his hands together. Another band of velvet appeared at his ankles to secure them. And one, to her shock, wrapped around the very base of his . . . his erection, and magically tied a bow.
You dream of being in control. Dominating a man. His deep voice vibrated in her mind.
Blushing hotly, she protested, “No, of course not. What madness.”
Deny it all you want, he chuckled. Why else are my hands bound? I’m enjoying this, my love, and want to share this with you.
She had to admit she liked having him this way. Though she suspected he could use magic to break those bonds whenever he wanted.
The blue lights suddenly rushed around her. Her dress opened by itself, buttons popping free of their loops, one after another, like tiny fireworks. Her bodice fell and was dragged down her arms as though by invisible hands. Her corset laces undid themselves—
she twisted to watch—and the ends whirled through the air as they loosened by magic. Her corset dropped just below her bosom; her shift disappeared. Simply vanished, leaving her bared breasts propped on the firm shelf of her corset rim. It made them stick right out, made them look huge, the nipples dark and hard.
The sight was unbearable exciting. It felt wanton and delicious.
Lukos licked his lips.
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He grinned. “I can control myself, my dear. Even when faced with the two most perfect tits in existence.”
Even that word in his husky
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