Eternal Embrace
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ETERNAL EMBRACEDescendants of Darkness series
Short Story (EC Quickie)
Ellora's Cave [buy]
ISBN: 9781419906701
Johann is convinced he was to remain alone for eternity. When an oracle reveals his destined life-mate, Johann is hesitant. A dream encounter with her tempestuous body—and her luscious mouth—changes his mind.
Kira doesn’t take too kindly to Johann appearing and claiming her as his life-mate. However, her body has a will of its own and succumbs to his masterful touch—discovering passion can spark love. And when Lucius, Johann’s brother, appears, Kira is then seduced into a fantasy come true—a ménage with two powerful and sexy vampires.
*Note #1: This is a prequel to Descendants of Darkness.
*Note #2: This is a revision of "Mistress of Midnight". The story has been COMPLETELY changed.
"4 1/2 Stars...I loved Ms. Lacroix sexy vampire story. She made me want to read more...I must confess: I had not read the first one but I will, there is no question! Eternal Embrace is well written and Marianne Lacroix's story is balanced between emotion, passion and strong characters. I am definitively hooked on her and I will follow her career."~eCataromance
EXCERPT FROM ETERNAL EMBRACE
The mist of dreams shaded over his senses. He awoke within darkness. A fire nearby crackled, the flames taking the edge off the cool air within the room. But it did little to ease the cold that settled through his body.
“Rest, my lord. Let me comfort you, warm you,” a woman said as she neared him, the orange-red flickering light caressing her glowing skin. By the gods, she was perfect.
Johann was faced with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Hair black as midnight and eyes green as emeralds, she was his vision of…perfection. She smiled and his blood heated.
“Who are you?”
“I am a dream.”
He glanced around and didn’t recognize anything. Before he could ask where he was or why he was there, she closed her mouth over his. She tasted of ambrosia and the finest wine. Her lips were firm and plump, made for kissing.
His cock stirred to life and it was then he realized he lay naked upon a pallet of furs. The floor and walls were made of stone, like those of a medieval castle, but different from his Northland retreat. He couldn’t clearly make out the tapestries on the walls but it mattered little to him. Right now, all he wanted was the skilled touch of this woman upon his body.
She briefly grasped his length within her hand and he moaned. “You must be a dream.”
“A vision…of love, my lord,” she breathed against his mouth.
Her body was inviting and curvaceous, and as her breasts glided along his chest, he gave in to the desire she invoked.
She was an expert with her mouth, teasing him with each flick of her pink tongue against his skin. She tantalized one hard nipple then the other, and lightly clawed at his sides with her fingernails. The wicked sensation heightened his awareness of her naked figure rubbing so softly along his hardened body.
“Close your eyes, my lord, and let me pleasure you.”
Johann sighed and relaxed his eyelids, giving himself over to her ministrations.
She teased his balls with her fingers, then leaned in and licked their surface. He groaned as she tasted him. He wished she’d touch his hard cock again as it bobbed before her face in enticement. To have those luscious lips curl around his length was what he yearned for, what he craved.
Suddenly he realized he was hungry. Blood—he needed her blood. Even the dream of the feast was enough to drive his libido into a frenzy. He wanted—no, needed—to taste her blood upon his tongue, to take in the liquid life-fluid that pumped through her veins. Oh, how she must taste—delicious and succulent.
She began to run her tongue up his cock, from base to tip. At the small opening of the purplish head, she dipped her tongue into the fluid seeping from the hole.
He was in agony. He was in ecstasy. When she closed her mouth around his cock he flexed his hips, driving himself deeper into her. He slipped his fingers into her hair, gently guiding her head over his penis, encouraging each suckling movement of her mouth.
She took him deep into her mouth and down her throat. He’d never experienced such utopia at the hands, and mouth, of a woman before. Yes, he’d been sucked by many, many women in the past, but somehow this was different—unique. She was completely enraptured by her task, and the little moans of pleasure within her throat only made his cock harder. The vibrations of her sounds drove him closer to the edge.
The climax built within Johann and it wouldn’t take much more for him to explode into her sweet mouth.
Once again she caressed his balls, massaging the sac with her fingertips, scraping her nails lightly over the sensitive surface. When she pressed a finger behind the sac, he screamed.
There was no holding back the orgasm that she induced. He sprayed his heated seed into her mouth and down her throat, and she drank at it hungrily.
But it wasn’t enough. He reached down to one of her clawing hands and grasped her wrist. As he continued to pump semen into her, he brought her wrist to his mouth and bit down. The lovely, salty richness of her blood exploded over his tongue and down his throat. Yes, her blood was the essence of life he’d longed for throughout the centuries.
She continued to massage and urge out his cum, and she lapped it up with enthusiastic delight. When he finally released her wrist, licking the wound to close it, she eased her mouth off his cock. Immediately, he was saddened at the loss of her heat about him. It was like he was no longer connected to her—a connection he realized was deeper than a mere dream.
He lay back, his head resting against the soft furs, and he sighed. “What’s your name, my sweet?”
“Kira, my lord.” Her voice was a faint echo through the darkness as the vision faded.
Kira, the Mistress of Midnight.
It was a sign.
Johann sank into the depths of sexual satisfaction and contentment, but before he succumbed, he decided a trip to Paris was definitely in store.
Kira was about to become more than a specter in his dreams. He had to see her—touch her—in the flesh.
