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  “Sure,” she said, shrugging. She didn’t want to appear too eager. Nervousness made her jittery and her palms were clammy. They left the pub and walked in the direction of her apartment.

  When her building was in sight, panic set in and she swallowed hard. Savaric walked easily at her side. She began doubting herself.

  Should she invite him in? Was she really the type of person who could enjoy a casual encounter? Would he go for it or politely reject her and embarrass her to death?

  She fumbled with the keys to her building.

  “Um, so can I offer you dinner? I mean if you’re not busy or have other plans,” Evelyn said as she tried to shove the key into the lock at the entrance of her building. It banged and rattled against the keyhole. “I’m not making a lame come on attempt.” She sucked in a shaky breath.

  Yes, I am. Her face heated and she could only imagine the shade of red it’d turned. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him and concentrated on the lock.

  “Here, let me help,” he said, gently taking her keys. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door. “You must be suffering the effects of your accident.”

  “Thanks.” She stepped inside and at last looked into Savaric’s face. He hesitated and a look crossed his features she couldn’t quite name.

  “Dinner sounds lovely in fact,” he said at last. She let out her pent up breath even as another wave of panic washed through her.

  Her apartment was in its usual disorder with stacks of papers, copies of the Wall Street Journal, and various other financial magazines strewn about. She hoped Savaric wasn’t a neat freak, because her place would be a nightmare for him. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as did a quick perusal of the living room. He didn’t seem uncomfortable.

  “I thought I’d make lasagna if that’s all right with you. My grandmother is Italian and passed the recipe to me.”

  “Are you sure you’re all right, my beauty? You are still trembling.” It wasn’t the affects of the accident that caused a flush to spread over her ivory skin. Heat spread through his own veins and his cock stiffened. It’d been centuries since he’d known the pleasure a woman could bring. Hell, any gratification for that matter, because he couldn’t even pleasure himself.

  He wanted her. More than he’d wanted any woman for centuries. He found her intelligent with a quick wit. And her body invited a man to imagine many erotic delights. He could all but feel his thick cock buried inside her tight pussy as she writhed beneath him.

  Evelyn wet her lips.

  “No, I’m fine really,” she said in a husky whisper.

  Savaric was entranced by her rosebud lips. Slightly parted, they begged him to have a taste. She wanted him, he knew beyond doubt.

  But what could he offer her in return?

  He ground his teeth. Evelyn’s eyes fell to his mouth, her delicate nostrils flaring.

  What was he to do?

  He brought a hand to the soft skin of her cheek. Warmth seeped into his flesh, igniting fire within his bloodstream.

  Just a quick taste to satisfy my curiosity.

  He lowered his lips to Evelyn’s and was completely unprepared for the shock of desire that nearly brought him to his knees.

  Chapter Three

  Savaric’s lips were scalding, branding Evelyn’s as she wound her fingers within his thick wavy locks. One of his strong hands buried in her hair, knotting his fingers tight, bringing a groan from her throat. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, pinning, taunting, and teasing her own. Savaric overwhelmed her body, her mind, and her senses. She was being consumed by him.

  His other hand slipped down and yanked her hips into him. Though she was above average in height, he was much taller, and his cock thrust against her stomach. His spicy masculine scent enveloped her. She squirmed against him and he growled. A shiver racked her body. She’d never brought such a feral sound from a man. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and massaging. Her legs shook so hard she’d collapse if he released her.

  “Oh, my beautiful Evelyn, you’ve no idea how I want you right now.” His breath was hot and moist as he spoke against her lips.

  “Please, Savaric, yes,” she said. Her breaths were ragged gasps that filled the room. The world swam.

  “Grant me this, my beauty,” he said as his lips trailed to her jaw line. She moaned as his hot breath filled her ear. “Grant me one night to fulfill any desire I may wish with you.”

  Of course a voice said in her mind.

  “Thank you.” His lips found her earlobe. Confusion swirled for a moment. Had she’d spoken out loud? His tongue traced the outer curve of her ear, and she immediately forgot her puzzlement.

  He pulled away, and had to grab her forearms as her legs gave out.

  “What’s the…” She swallowed and looked up into his face, dizzy with lust. His features were drawn.

  “I will return tomorrow night, let’s say seven,” he said, his voice deep and rough. His hand came up, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes roamed over her features, their reddish brown depths looking almost sad.

  He leaned in close.

  “Be ready for me, my beauty.”

  She grabbed the back of a nearby chair to steady herself as Savaric left her apartment.

  * * * * *

  The hands on her wall clock were creeping tick by tick to seven o’clock. Evelyn both wanted time to rush by, and for it to slow to a crawl. Somehow it managed to do both and she was a nervous wreck. She wiped her sweaty palms against her pale pink cashmere sweater dress. Even though her apartment was a little chilly, she was starting to sweat. Her hands trembled as she ruffled her hair around her shoulders.

  “This is crazy. You don’t know this man,” Evelyn said aloud as she paced her apartment. She held her arms out at her sides, hoping that she wasn’t sweating through the soft and expensive fabric.

  “Maybe I’ll just change.” There was a soft tapping at the door. Her heart stuttered before it banged against her ribs. Butterflies exploded in her belly.

  She sucked in a deep fortifying breath, and pulled the door open only to have the air lodge in her throat. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, and Savaric was dressed in a long, black wool trench coat. His hair was still damp from the rain and brushed the tops of his broad shoulders. He held a large black leather briefcase. His grin was a little lopsided as his eyes roamed down her body.

  “I love those boots,” he said as his eyes settled on her legs. She looked down and poked a leg out. They were black shiny patent with four inch heels. They came to just above the knee. Her dress skimmed about an inch above them.

  “Thanks. They’re my favorite, kind of hoochie, but oh well, right?” She laughed nervously.

  His eyes were dark, more brown than red. His expression was intense, searching, and her stomach tied itself into knots.

  Savaric reached for her hand. He jerked her to him as he kicked the door closed. His kiss was urgent, devouring, and he greedily thrust his tongue inside her mouth. She met his demands eagerly.

  “Ah, my beautiful Evelyn, how you tempt me,” he said between ragged breaths as his lips traced a trail to her collarbone. His hands found her ass. His scent was a masculine odor of spice and musk, mixed with damp wool.

  Savaric broke the kiss. His hands slid up to her shoulders. He looked hard into her eyes.

  “Tonight you give yourself over to me for whatever desire I may wish. Are we in agreement?” His voice was a deep rumble that shot heat straight between her thighs. She was tight, aching, and already wet. She wiggled.

  Something stirred within her, something delightfully wicked and enticing. She nodded.

  “Wonderful.” He took a step back, grasping her hand. His gaze traced every inch of her full luscious curves. He licked his lips as a shiver spread through him. His cock strained against the front of his slacks.

  “Okay, so now what?” Evelyn asked her faced flushed. She was truly an image of Ven
us, deserving to have been immortalized in Renaissance art. Her long hair hung in thick waves over her shoulders. The affect emphasized the low cut of the pink cashmere dress she wore. Her full breasts heaved with her breaths.

  Her perfume was intoxicating. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His cock jumped and throbbed.

  A gas fireplace was lit against the chill of the autumn weather outside. He would’ve preferred a real fireplace, but it would do.

  “Could you grab a couple of blankets and bring them in here?” he asked.

  Her eyebrows knit together for a moment, before she nodded. “Sure.”

  He let a silky strand of her hair pass between his fingers. When she disappeared down the short hall he moved the coffee table away and scooted the couch back. He pulled a bottle of champagne from his briefcase. She reappeared with a stack of blankets.

  “All right,” she said, setting them on the couch and eyeing the rearranged living room.

  “Could you put this on ice?” he asked, handing her the champagne. She took it from him, and her eyes widened when she read the label.

  “Crap, this is expensive stuff.” She lifted her delicate brows looking at him.

  “Tis nothing, but exactly as you deserve, my beauty.”

  She shrugged after a moment and walked into the small kitchen.

  Evelyn hadn’t known what to expect, and his genteel manner threw her for a loop. Guys she dated didn’t, well, behave like gentlemen. She pulled a small bucket from beneath her sink and filled it with ice from the ice maker on the fridge door. Her hands shook and the ice rattled. She set the container on the counter and wiped her damp palms on a dish towel. She dabbed the towel over her face and took a steadying breath. The soft odor of beeswax filled the air. She put the champagne in the bucket and left the kitchen.

  Savaric had turned the lights off and candles sat all over the living room. Their soft warm glow set a seductive and romantic atmosphere. The blankets were spread in front of the fireplace. It was Savaric, though, who took her breath away. He had removed his coat and was dressed in a black tailored shirt and matching slacks. Her gaze zeroed in on the large bulge beneath his zipper. Her throat went dry.

  “Wow, all for me?” she asked, referring to the candles. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, something she had yet to hear from him. Evelyn’s face burned as she realized she was still staring at his straining crotch. She brought a hand to her cheek and walked to him, extending the champagne bucket. She stared at his polished black loafers. His fingertips found her chin and gently tilted up her head. His eyes were dark.

  “Please don’t be shy,” he said, grinning. “At least not yet.”

  She took a deep shaky breath. The wicked feeling returned; she was ready for just about anything. Her pussy tightened.

  “Okay, Savaric, what do you want.”

  His nostrils flared, and he growled deep in his throat.

  Chapter Four

  The odor of the beeswax candles blended seamlessly with Evelyn’s scent. She peered up at him through long dark lashes. Her eyes were wide, curious, and trusting. His shoulders slumped as regret filled him. He would tease and taste her, and he’d use the items he’d purchased in a shop earlier that day. He could bring her to climax again and again in every way in his power.

  But she was a woman who liked men and he couldn’t feed the most basic desire of a heterosexual woman.

  He pushed away the thought.

  “I would like for you to stand before the fireplace and disrobe for me, slowly,” he said.

  She nodded and walked over to where the blankets lay, and reached for the zipper of the boots.

  “No, please, leave the boots on,” he said as he set aside the champagne next to two glasses he’d brought.

  She cocked her head and smiled. “As you wish,” she said with a wink, visibly relaxing. She reached down, grasping the hem of her dress. In a slow slinky move she slid it up over her thighs to reveal a soft pink lace g-string. He swallowed hard as she gave a little wiggle. Her eyes were sparkling now; she was enjoying herself. She crossed her arms and pulled the dress the rest of the way over her head. Her breasts bounced as she tossed it aside.

  “My god, Evelyn,” he said. His cock was swollen to a painful level. Her soft wavy hair spread over her shoulders. She stood before him in a pink lace bra and matching g-string and those incredible boots. He licked his lips in anticipation.

  He made a twirling motion with a finger. She turned giving him an eyeful of her beautiful round ass.

  “Please, remove the bra and panties as well.”

  She peeked at him from over shoulder and gave him a sly smile.

  “As you wish,” she said. Reaching back she undid the clasp to her bra then held it out to the side. She gave it a little shake before dropping it. Her fingers looped through the sides of the g-string and she slid it slowly over the swell of her hips, bending over as she did so. He could just see her waiting pussy through her full thighs. His heartbeat rang in his ears. He wanted to grab her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her. She’d be tight around him, he was certain, as he was a large man. He’d pound into her until she screamed his name in pleasure over and over.

  He let out a long shuddering breath as she turned to face him. Her hair hung over her full round breasts, her rosy beige nipples peaking from beneath. Her stomach was soft and round and a small trimmed thatch of brown hair set just over her womanhood.

  He tensed. He was truly a masochist.

  Evelyn’s nerves were giving way to raw desire. Savaric’s gaze seared her skin as she stood naked before him. His arms were crossed tight over his chest. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. At last his gaze found hers. Their dark brown depths were filled with lust and something else that had her searching his face. He, again, seemed almost sad.

  In two long strides he was with her, pulling her into his arms. She sucked in a breath as his mouth found hers. He devoured her once more as his hands roved down her back, kneading her muscles and flesh. He was hard sinew beneath his shirt. Her fingers shook as she fumbled helplessly with the buttons. His hands replaced hers and he quickly dispensed with the shirt. His chest was incredible. Rock hard pecs sprinkled with hair greeted her hands. She explored the new territory, eliciting a groan from him as her thumbs circled his small nipples. His lips were hot and moist as they trailed to her earlobe. He nipped and licked the tender curve of her ear.

  He pulled back. One hand left her backside and found her breast. He stroked and massaged it before his fingers found her nipple. She whimpered, her head falling back. Waves of pleasure built within her. He rolled it between his fingers, before he pinched it, sending a hot shiver of pain and delight through her. Her legs were useless as he supported her.

  “Oh god, you’re killing me, Savaric,” she said.

  “Not quite yet, my beautiful Evelyn,” he said. His hand left her breast. His fingers lightly brushed down her stomach until they reached her pussy. He traced a finger lightly over her swollen lips, before allowing one to delve inside. She clenched her muscles tight around his probing finger as hot shivers rushed through her. He slipped his finger out then let it slide back, toying around her other entrance. She moved away.

  “I’ve never done anything, um, there,” she said a little nervously, yet she had to admit she was curious.

  “Relax, we’ll not do anything you are not comfortable with. I have brought some items with me that I purchased today. May I use them on you?”

  “Oh yes,” she said without hesitation as his tongue traced circles over the hollow of her throat.

  Toys? Oh, she liked that idea.

  He palmed her breasts, squeezing them, before stepping away. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a silk blindfold. She slipped her fingers down to massage her aching clit. He watched the movement intently.

  “I like that,” he said, his voice rough.

  He knelt before her. “These boots get me hot, spread your legs wider.”

  She watched in fa
scination as he ran his tongue from the heel of her boot, slowly up the inside until he hit the bare flesh of her inner thigh. She moaned as his hot breath and firm tongue slid up the sensitive flesh. He continued and let the tip of his tongue brush her slit. Her breath grew ragged, she was sure she’d never been so wet in her life. With a light, tickling touch, he teased her. Her fingers wound tight in his hair.

  “Please, I beg you.” His torture was becoming too much. He stood, letting the red silk blindfold slide up her skin. She sucked in gulps of air, getting light-headed. He tied it over her eyes, and the world went black. He seemed to know all her untried fantasies, the ones she’d never been comfortable sharing with other lovers. He kissed her deeply with the slight taste of pussy on his tongue. His hand moved down.

  Whack!

  Startled, she sucked in a breath as he slapped her ass cheek.

  “Oh fuck yeah, Savaric.” That got her hot.

  He growled.

  Whack!

  This time harder, her tender flesh stung.

  She needed more. He spun her around. Something heavy clamped around her wrists.

  Handcuffs? It just got better and better. He roughly turned her back around and his hand found her breast. He rolled the bud of her nipple, before something pinched it. It was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that nearly made her knees buckle. Her other nipple soon joined the first, and he let go of her. The nipple clamps were weighted. She had seen them in sex shops and had always wanted to try them, but the guys she dated would have thought she was crazy.

  He guided her to the couch. She went down on her knees and leaned forward against the back. The weight on the clamps swayed with her every movement, and she was about to come undone with the intense pleasure. Moments later something smooth, cool, and hard stroked down her back.

  Whack!

  The wooden paddle slapped hard against her ass. She cried out in a shocked pain and delight.

  Whack!

  She screamed his name as she lurched forward. The weight jerked the clamps and pinched her nipples mercilessly.