Just One Bite Volume 2 by Brenda Williamson Rosalie Stanton Dahlia Rose Linda Palmer Virginia Nelson Bethany Michaels Amanda McIntyre Karalynn Lee Tracey H. Kitts Jambrea Jo Jones Yvette Hines Marie Harte Kathleen Dienne Victoria Blisse
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he caught me around the waist, pulling me against him. It was difficult to breathe. Blood thundered through my veins.
“Let me go,” I whispered. “Please.”
His grip tightened and I could feel every hard contour of his body.
“What do you seek?”
I swallowed. “I’m a student,” I said. “I’m researching Greek funerary art. A particular stele, actually.”
He leaned in closer until his face was only inches from mine. His voice was low but there was an edge to his words, a subtle threat.
“What do you want with it?”
Athan knew exactly what I was talking about and hadn’t even bothered to conceal it.
“I’ve been obsessed with the stele since I first read about it as an undergrad. Those who have seen it say it’s impossibly well-preserved and the most beautiful example of classical sculpture in existence.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I have heard of this piece. It is nothing more than a myth.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, it’s not.” I stepped away from the man and pulled the photograph out of my bag. “See?”
Athan took the photograph and stared at it for a long moment.
“It was in Emily’s journal. She knew the statue and someone in your family quite well.”
His eyes flashed and in the next instant his lips were a breath away from mine. “You look like her, you know. Emily, that is.” He stroked my hair and with one hand tugged at the silken ties of my mask. It slid silently to the floor.
“Yes. So young, so perfect.” He bracketed my face with his cool hands and leaned in to kiss me. “Flush with life and vitality.”
I should have pulled away. Athan was a stranger. We were alone in a part of the house in which no one would hear me scream. But I was undeniably attracted to this man, had been since the moment I stepped across the threshold of his home. It was as if I had been waiting for the moment forever and now that it had arrived, there was no question that it was right.
Athan still wore his mask and the silk grazed my skin as his lips moved over mine in complete mastery. When I opened my mouth, he seized the moment to deepen the kiss. I had never known that a kiss could be so thrilling and it wasn’t long before I was gripping his jacket and pressing my body against his, wanting even more.
His hands glided down the silky black sheath of my gown and up again to my breasts. The cut of the gown allowed for nothing beneath, and his hands on my breasts brought the hardened nubs into the palms of his hands. I felt him smile against my lips.
“I knew it would come to this between us when I saw you. It was simply inevitable.”
By then I was writhing in his arms. I ran my hands up the hard contours of his chest, loving how delicate I felt locked in the circle of his arms.
Athan broke the kiss with a small groan and tugged the tarp off a beautiful red velvet Victorian fainting couch. He looked at me intently, waiting for the reply to his silent question.
Staring right back at him, already anticipating the sensation of him sliding into me, I hooked my thumbs in the slim straps of my gown and let it slither off my body. I was bare except for a skimpy pair of black panties and my strappy, high-heeled sandals.
Smiling, he circled around behind me, skimming my belly with his fingertips. Cupping both my breasts, he squeezed gently, rolling my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His head dropped and his mouth went to the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder. Athan inhaled, seeming to take in the scent of my skin, then pressed his open mouth there, licking and tasting, sending shivers racing through my body. Though he was fully clothed, I could feel his excitement, too, pressing into my backside. I arched backwards wanting to feel more of him, wanting him to be as aroused as I was.
Athan eased me onto the couch and tugged my panties down the long lines of my legs, never breaking eye contact. I stared back, anticipation sending blood pumping
“Let me go,” I whispered. “Please.”
His grip tightened and I could feel every hard contour of his body.
“What do you seek?”
I swallowed. “I’m a student,” I said. “I’m researching Greek funerary art. A particular stele, actually.”
He leaned in closer until his face was only inches from mine. His voice was low but there was an edge to his words, a subtle threat.
“What do you want with it?”
Athan knew exactly what I was talking about and hadn’t even bothered to conceal it.
“I’ve been obsessed with the stele since I first read about it as an undergrad. Those who have seen it say it’s impossibly well-preserved and the most beautiful example of classical sculpture in existence.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I have heard of this piece. It is nothing more than a myth.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, it’s not.” I stepped away from the man and pulled the photograph out of my bag. “See?”
Athan took the photograph and stared at it for a long moment.
“It was in Emily’s journal. She knew the statue and someone in your family quite well.”
His eyes flashed and in the next instant his lips were a breath away from mine. “You look like her, you know. Emily, that is.” He stroked my hair and with one hand tugged at the silken ties of my mask. It slid silently to the floor.
“Yes. So young, so perfect.” He bracketed my face with his cool hands and leaned in to kiss me. “Flush with life and vitality.”
I should have pulled away. Athan was a stranger. We were alone in a part of the house in which no one would hear me scream. But I was undeniably attracted to this man, had been since the moment I stepped across the threshold of his home. It was as if I had been waiting for the moment forever and now that it had arrived, there was no question that it was right.
Athan still wore his mask and the silk grazed my skin as his lips moved over mine in complete mastery. When I opened my mouth, he seized the moment to deepen the kiss. I had never known that a kiss could be so thrilling and it wasn’t long before I was gripping his jacket and pressing my body against his, wanting even more.
His hands glided down the silky black sheath of my gown and up again to my breasts. The cut of the gown allowed for nothing beneath, and his hands on my breasts brought the hardened nubs into the palms of his hands. I felt him smile against my lips.
“I knew it would come to this between us when I saw you. It was simply inevitable.”
By then I was writhing in his arms. I ran my hands up the hard contours of his chest, loving how delicate I felt locked in the circle of his arms.
Athan broke the kiss with a small groan and tugged the tarp off a beautiful red velvet Victorian fainting couch. He looked at me intently, waiting for the reply to his silent question.
Staring right back at him, already anticipating the sensation of him sliding into me, I hooked my thumbs in the slim straps of my gown and let it slither off my body. I was bare except for a skimpy pair of black panties and my strappy, high-heeled sandals.
Smiling, he circled around behind me, skimming my belly with his fingertips. Cupping both my breasts, he squeezed gently, rolling my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His head dropped and his mouth went to the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder. Athan inhaled, seeming to take in the scent of my skin, then pressed his open mouth there, licking and tasting, sending shivers racing through my body. Though he was fully clothed, I could feel his excitement, too, pressing into my backside. I arched backwards wanting to feel more of him, wanting him to be as aroused as I was.
Athan eased me onto the couch and tugged my panties down the long lines of my legs, never breaking eye contact. I stared back, anticipation sending blood pumping
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