Granite Kiss by Jennifer Cole Page A

began to pull on his flesh. “But it will be only temporary, I assure you.”
    He tugged on the puckered rose-colored tips of Elena’s nipples while he continued to massage the supple globes with his palms.
    Her cries of arousal were music to his ears.
    “Oh, Zander,” she moaned. The pressure of her grinding against his throbbing cock grew harder as she used shorter strokes.
    The attention he paid to her breasts rivaled the gyrating of her hips. To help his Elena over the edge to her release, Zander released her right breast and slid his hand down the soft skin of her belly to the hardened nubbin between her legs. Using the pad of his thumb, he pressed against her clit, and the movements of her hips grew jerky.
    Zander held his breath, watching Elena’s eyes squeeze shut as her body began to tremble. A keening cry burst from her lips at the same moment his groin became wet. Hunching forward, she grabbed his forearm of the hand between her legs and rocked harder, drawing out the pleasure of her orgasm.
    “Zander,” she whimpered breathlessly.
    With little effort, he switched their positions so Elena lay beneath him, her legs spread wide as he settled his large frame between her thighs. Using a similar stroke to the ones she’d just pleasured him with, Zander slid his cock between her plump, damp folds, caressing the swollen knot of her clit.
    It took only a handful of strokes before Zander felt his balls pull up tight under his shaft and begin to pulse. Jets of warm cum spurted from the tip of his cock to cover Elena’s belly and breasts.
    She released her grip on his forearms and slid her hand between their bodies. Elena used her fingers to smear the milky residue of his passion over her flesh. Bringing a glistening digit to her lips, she licked her finger clean. Another finger took the place of the first, and then she sucked a third clean.
    “I love your taste, Zander,” she purred. “You are more delicious than I’d imagined.”
    Dipping his head, he captured her lips with his and tasted himself mixed with Elena’s flavor.
    “Your taste is the nectar from the gods,” he said in a ragged voice.
    * * * *
    After their lovemaking, Elena and Zander lay snuggled in each other’s arms. Elena lost track of time and was pleased it was still very dark outside the window. Beside her, a soft snore from Zander made her smile. She found some humor in the fact that she tired him, as he did her. Exhaling a contented sigh, she laid her head on his chest and felt herself begin to drift off again.
    “Aceline,” he whispered against the top of Elena’s head.
    Opening her eyes, Elena lay frozen in place for a moment. Had she heard what she thought she’d just heard?
    Damn right she had.
    How could he? After what they’d shared?
    Pulling away from the comfort of Zander’s body, Elena scooted to the other side of the bed. “My name is Elena,” she snapped.
    Zander jumped as she flipped on the lamp on the bedside table. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he seemed to search her face. “I know who you are,” he said, reaching for her. “Come back here and get some rest, you are tired.”
    “I need some air.” She jumped up from the bed and pulled her jeans on.
    “Then we will go out to the terrace.”
    “No, we won’t. I’m leaving.” She tugged her t-shirt over her head.
    “Why?” he asked, leaping up from the bed.
    “You called me ‘Aceline.’”
    Zander stood quietly, appearing to be lost in deep thought. “Elena, it isn’t what you think. Please let me explain.”
    “What’s to explain? You spoke her name in your sleep. Seems pretty clear to me. After all these hundreds of years, you are still hung up on a woman who didn’t even love you.”
    “Aceline did love me,” Zander snarled, taking a step forward.
    “No, she didn’t,” Elena stated in a firm tone. “When a woman loves a man, truly loves him, she doesn’t string him along–”
    “You do not understand.” He continued to stalk toward