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  Normal people didn’t get into this right? The thought was fleeting.

  “You like that?” Savaric said harshly. “You want it some more?”

  “Oh god, yes! Please, don’t stop.”

  Her skin burned where the paddle had struck.

  He spread her ass cheeks. Something hard and wet stroked her from clit to ass and back again. It probed deeper and she arched her back spreading wider for his searching tongue. It thrust deep within her folds, before delving into her tight hole, moving in and out. She was approaching an orgasm hard and fast.

  “I’m gonna come.” Her voice was a choked whimper. She wanted the pleasure to never cease. He stopped.

  There was the hum of a vibrator. It stroked between her lips and up between her ass cheeks, before moving to the entrance of her backdoor. She tensed.

  “’Tis okay, my beauty. Let me pleasure you this way.” His voice was soft and coaxing.

  She let out a hard breath, her pussy still swollen and aching for release. The vibrator was narrow and slick with lube. He gently breached her entrance. Adjusting to the pressure, a new sort of sensation filled her as he cranked the toy’s vibrations higher. She groaned, opening wider to the new invasion.

  “I’ve never felt anything like this,” she said, moving in rhythm against his slow strokes. She nipple clamps tugged and the weight swayed. She was lost in a world of pleasure she’d never known existed. Her whole body was shaking now with her pent-up orgasm. His hand moved around and his finger rapidly flicked over her clit. She cried out. He grasped the weight, giving it a small yank. She cried out louder.

  “I can’t take this!” She was desperate now, mad with lust. Her climax remained elusive, just out of reach. He slipped the toy out as he nipped her ass cheek. She flinched.

  “Let’s move to the floor,” he said. He released her hands from the cuffs and half-carried her to the blankets. He guided her down, before straddling her. His slacks were rough against her skin. A loud pop startled her, before something cold and wet spilled on her breasts.

  He let the icy champagne pour over her amazing breasts as it bubbled from the bottle. Sloppily, he let it spill over her stomach. She sucked in a harsh breath.

  “Oh that’s cold,” she said huskily.

  She was the most erotic woman he had ever met, willing to take anything he was ready to give. He pushed her legs up instructing her to take hold behind her knees. She squealed when he poured the cold champagne over the dark pink lips of her waiting pussy. It glistened, teasing his painful erection. He first lapped the liquid from the valley of her cleavage, before he sipped it from her navel. At last his mouth covered her slit, her sweet juices mixed with the expensive bubbly. He sucked it off greedily, reaching up to tug on the weight connected to the nipple clamps. He gave it a sharp tug, and she screamed in pleasure, arching into him.

  She was on the brink, he could feel her energy straining for release. With concentration, he kept her there. He slid a finger within her tight walls. Her muscles clenched. He slid a second inside, letting her stretch to accommodate him. He needed his cock buried inside her. He was a mad man doing this to himself.

  But nothing would compare to the physical agony if he gave in to his lust.

  Once she’d accepted his other finger, he pushed a third past her entrance. She was moaning, rocking against his pleasurable assault. She was tight, slick, and hot over his fingers. He massaged her walls from the inside as he licked her clit. He yanked the weight in rhythm with his fingers and tongue.

  She let go and screamed, the sound filling the living room, as her orgasm clamped down over his thrusting fingers. She pulsed against his tongue. Quivering, her legs came down and she lay limp and spent. He couldn’t help himself; she was ready for him. Wet, her juices smeared over her thighs and his tongue. His hands fumbled with the catch on his slacks. He unzipped them and covered her body. She spread wide for him.

  “I need you inside me, Savaric.”

  It was a strained plea. His tip found her entrance, imagining how tight she would grip him. He thrust hard. She cried out in delight. He screamed in agony and lurched away. He fell to his side as the searing pain in his groin sucked away his breath. It felt as if he’d stuck his cock into molten metal.

  “Oh my god, are you okay?” Evelyn was kneeling next to him, the blindfold gone. “What’s the matter? What happened?”

  He shook his head, the burning, melting sensation intensifying.

  Why the gods had he tried? He knew the consequences already, having tested the curse shortly after receiving it.

  Evelyn’s voice was shaky. “Something’s wrong, should I call an ambulance? Did I do this?”

  “It’s nothing,” he said through clenched teeth.

  She didn’t believe him. Pain distorted his features as he curled tighter into a ball.

  What did I do? Worry filled her and she grew nauseous. She had never caused a man physical pain before. His face had lost all color. Was he having a heart attack?

  “I’m calling 9-1-1.” She squeezed his hand.

  She touched his cheek, it was hot and clammy. Feverish. In high school a guy friend had gotten a compound fracture while they were foolishly trying to rock climb. His look of pain didn’t compare to Savaric’s at the moment.

  “No,” he choked out before muttering several words she didn’t understand. He snapped his fingers.

  Chapter Five

  Evelyn snuggled deeper beneath her comforter. The room was chilly.

  Why didn’t I turn up the heat before bed last night?

  Her thoughts were muddled. Something was different.

  Savaric! She sat up in bed, looking around in confusion. She didn’t remember coming to her bedroom. Her last memory was the incredible mind blowing orgasm she’d had last night, before drifting into bliss on her living room floor.

  I must have fallen asleep.

  She groaned, flinging her arm over her face. He’d pleasured her in ways she’d never known, and she’d fallen asleep before she could return the favor. Her body was sore, her heavy breasts sensitive and tender. The champagne shower had left her sticky. She had two and a half hours until her first class, and a long shower was definitely in order.

  The chilly air brought on a wave of goose bumps as she got out of bed. She scooted her feet into her slippers then padded to her bathroom, peaking out into the living room before walking through the door. No Savaric. She squelched the immediate feeling of disappointment.

  Adjusting the shower stream to a nearly intolerable heat level she stepped beneath the sharp spray. The heated water stung her nipples which were a little bruised. She groaned as she played out the night before in her mind. Her pussy tightened, and she stroked her swollen lips as hot water trailed over her skin. She circled her clit, remembering how Savaric’s tongue had done the same. Waves built higher. After a moment she let a finger move passed her tight aching hole, to her other entrance. The way the vibrator had felt in her backdoor left her tingling. She placed her foot on the side of the bathtub and tested her tightness, before pushing a finger inside. She moaned, bringing her other hand to her pussy. She flicked her thumb over her clit as her other finger moved in and out in small shallow thrusts.

  She came fast and hard.

  With her sudden bout of horniness tempered, she felt what she didn’t want to feel.

  Regret.

  Savaric hadn’t been with her when she’d woken up this morning. It was only a one night stand, and it was foolish for her to dwell on it. He had introduced her to a new kind of sex play with the spanking, and the many toys. It had been the kind of kink she’d always wanted to try out, but hadn’t the courage to. They were incredibly in sync physically. Not only that, he was smart and cultured, both of which appealed to her. Longing filled her, she wanted to see him again, but she didn’t even have his phone number.

  “Damn it.” She slapped the shower wall before shutting off the water.

  Walking into the living room, after she’d dresse
d, she found it nearly spotless, with the blankets she had laid upon folded neatly on the sofa. The furniture had been moved back. She sighed.

  * * * * *

  The day passed slowly. Evelyn had only a few classes to teach, but each seemed to crawl by. She was substituting for a physics professor, a subject she knew little about. Her fingers drummed on the desk and she stared at the wall clock, watching the minutes tic down. Her phone vibrated. Several students gave her curious looks. Her shoulders slumped when she realized it was her best friend, Shelly. Who else could it be, since I didn’t give my number to Savaric? she chided herself.

  How are you today? Anymore from Nathan?

  She chewed the inside of her cheek, considering how she should answer the text. Did she tell her conservative friend that she’d spent the night with a stranger who’d given her the hottest sex of her life? Well, foreplay anyway. She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs, as heat spread up her neck. She glanced around guiltily, and was relieved that the students were still engrossed in a test.

  Regret tugged at her once more, as well as annoyance.

  He could’ve at least left his number, or even an email address. Despite their incredible shared eroticism, Savaric was no better than any of her other relationships. He had been after one thing, and she had given it eagerly without question.

  She fell into a silent bout of self-pity as the students began turning in their tests. She wasn’t a one night stand person after all.

  * * * * *

  Savaric paced his home, restless and unable to sleep. It had been nearly two weeks since he’d shared a night with Evelyn. He knew the exact floral notes of her perfume. He still had her sweet taste on his tongue. His cock throbbed, but he resisted the urge to stroke himself through his boxer briefs.

  He closed his eyes only to find her there, smiling at him one moment, her eyes closed tight with passion the next. Her screams and moans filled his ears.

  She was driving him mad. He ran his fingers through his shower-damp hair and laced them on his head. It wasn’t just the physical attraction; he could’ve brushed that aside as he’d had plenty of practice over the centuries. It was the woman that she was which had him hooked. He shared some silent bond with her that he couldn’t quite name.

  Guilt gnawed at his gut. He should’ve tried to contact Evelyn before now. When he’d made the mistake of trying to enter her, and had suffered for it, he’d placed a spell on her, wiping her memory of his pain. She’d been put into a deep sleep.

  “What does she mean to me?” he asked aloud to the empty room. He’d spent centuries alone, fearing close attachments, selfishly taking what he wanted. First it was sex, but after that had been taken away, it had turned to business.

  Fuck you, Avelina, and fuck this curse.

  She had wanted him to learn a lesson, and for the first time it seemed to be more than just one of spite. In the brief time he’d spent with Evelyn in the pub, he’d really paid attention to their conversation. Knowing sex was an impossibility, he had been genuinely interested in her as a person. It had always been easy for him to get what he’d wanted from women, so at best he’d humored them with their mindless chatter. He had opened himself to other experiences and feelings with Evelyn, and they were something he wanted to explore further. He needed to explore them further. His impotent seclusion had to end.

  There was one way out of the curse, something he’d not seriously considered before.

  Until the day you find a woman with whom you lose all your selfish gratifications, and feel for her as I do you. You will then know what must be done.

  Avelina’s cryptic words echoed in his mind. Could he give up such a basic part of himself for someone else, his immortality, his divination, and his powers to alter the current reality at a snap of his fingers? Evelyn’s green and gold eyes danced in the back of his memory. He rubbed his hands over his face.

  Would she be interested in pursuing a relationship with him? He had never felt such uncertainty; it was an alien emotion for him. The clock was nearing five a.m. and he had a full day of work ahead. He grabbed his cell phone and placed a call to his personal assistant.

  “Cancel my appointments for the day, I won’t be in,” he said to the sleepy voice that answered.

  His heart beat rapidly, and his palms were sweating. A lifetime of loneliness lay ahead of him, something that Evelyn had brought to light. It wasn’t just sex he had been denied, it had been the ability to share intimacy with another human being. How could anyone face eternity with such a gaping void in their life? He lifted his arms and uttered several words before he snapped his fingers. His body began to tingle and shake, before a painful shock coursed through him. He fell to the floor. Several minutes passed until the numbness subsided in his limbs. He pushed himself up. The world was slightly off somehow as he stared around his living room, and a dull ache had settled in his temples.

  He had just given up his powers and immortality for the slim chance he might have with Evelyn. In doing so he was a man once again.

  Chapter Six

  Her food was tasteless. Evelyn shoved the plate away and stood from the dining room table. A knock sounded at the door. It was just after eight p.m. She frowned and went to answer it. She peeked through the peephole and her jaw dropped. With shaking fingers she undid the chain latch on her door and opened it.

  “Savaric?”

  He gave her a broad smile and brought a hand from behind his back. She blinked several times.

  “Thank you, come in,” she said, taking the big bouquet of white roses from him. “I wasn’t expecting you. I’m sorry the place is a mess.”

  He shrugged, not taking his eyes from her. “I apologize, I would’ve called but I didn’t have your number.” He sighed heavily. “Actually, that’s no excuse. I was just a bastard.”

  She was speechless. After two weeks, she assumed he hadn’t any interest in seeing her again. Annoyance and relief warred inside of her. He had used her. No that’s not right, she had used him more precisely then fallen asleep. Regardless, it had taken him two weeks to make any effort. She squared her shoulders, wanting to appear nonchalant.

  “I should’ve been in touch before now. It is inexcusable that I should have spent the night with you only to disappear the way I did.”

  Evelyn held up a hand.

  “No, Savaric. It was supposed to be just a one night stand, I understood that. No hard feelings.”

  She tried to make her voice light-hearted, but it came out strained. He brushed her hair back from her shoulder. She held her breath when his hand came to her cheek, softly stroking it with the back of his fingers. A hot shiver raced over her skin. His gaze found her mouth. She stepped away. His hand dropped, and a look of disappointment crossed his handsome face. She looked down at his polished loafers.

  “I’ve never met a woman who intrigued me the way you do, Evelyn. I can say that with all honesty. I want to know everything about you, your favorite foods, your first kiss, anything you would like to share.”

  His huskily spoken words tugged at her heart. He had filled her thoughts day and night, and her body had burned for his touch. She had tried to push him out of her mind, but he’d only return in her dreams leaving her wet and aching. They were adults and it had been a one-time thing. But she wanted more. She clasped her hands as doubt flooded her.

  Will this be another dead end relationship for me?

  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk it, because she could be really hurt by Savaric.

  “Please.” He took one of her hands and squeezed it gently. “I only wish to try things out and see what we could create between the two of us.”

  She let out a breath. “I do want to try, Savaric.” The gamble was there, but it was worth it.

  He smiled broadly, beautifully, and her heart fluttered. She stepped into his arms and he brought his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and searching at first, before gaining in intensity. A moan escaped her throat as his tongue mated with hers. Butterflies
erupted in her stomach as her body yielded to him. His hands found her ass, and he kneaded the flesh.

  “My god, how I’ve wanted you, my beauty.” He smoothed his hands over the satin of her pajama bottoms, relishing the silky feel against his palms. She was pliant and willing, as he’d hoped she’d be. “I want to make love to you.”

  “Yes, please,” she whispered against his lips.

  His heart lurched, his cock hardened. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. A lamp was on, and it illuminated the room in soft light. Her wide gold and green eyes were on him as he unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged it off. Her gaze roamed down him, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her soft breaths heated his blood. She pulled her camisole top over her head and her luscious breasts tumbled free, their rosy beige buds already peaked. His hands itched to cup and squeeze them.

  “You’re so breathtaking; your body is a work of art.”

  Her gaze darted down and she shrugged.

  “Tell that to the media,” she said.

  “Your physique has been immortalized by the greatest of artists and has withstood the centuries. I’ll take that over what an issue of Cosmo has to say.”

  She smiled, her beautiful face softening as she regarded him. He recognized the look, but didn’t fear it. This time. He returned her smile.

  “Please, finish undressing for me.” Though his cocked throbbed, he wanted to take things slow. He wanted to share an experience with Evelyn tonight.

  She pushed the satin pants over her hips, letting them pool at her feet. She wore a pair of white silk panties. She wiggled out of them and they joined the pajama bottoms. Her full curves made him whimper. He unbuckled his belt, and then undid the clasp of his pants. She tilted her head, apparently enjoying his show. The zipper stuck and he growled frustration.

  Evelyn giggled. “Troubles?”

  “Don’t make me spank you,” he said in warning.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh please do.”