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Delicious Darkness
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EROTICA
A fugitive from a dark dimension, Dorian Hunt seeks a total bonding. Like a vampire needs
blood or a werewolf needs the moon, Dorian needs to anchor himself to a woman of white light
in order to survive. Without the mating, within one lunar cycle his might and magic would
cease to protect him.
Audra Quinn has always been afraid of the dark. As an empath, she knows when Dorian enters her
small metaphysical bookstore, that he is the man who can help her realize her true potential as
a woman of white light.
Bounty hunters from his dimension are lurking in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to
capture him, dead or alive. Dorian knows he will be easier to manage dead. Will Dorian have the strength to defend, or does it take the magic of a woman of
white light to annihilate the evil darkness?
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The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Stomach clenched. Heartbeat escalated. Her nerves tripped, sending an intuitive message to her brain, the instinctive need to do whatever necessary to survive danger.
The whispers echoing in her mind forced her to turn on every light. Put a match to white candles. Her hand shook as she smudged the room, burning sage, cedar, and sweetgrass to dispel negative influences. In a practice as innate as breathing, she protected herself because once again she was the hunted.
Outside the windows of her metaphysical book and gift shop, dusk had settled. With the night came her anxiety because this was their time. Physically and mentally powerful men not of her world, men her instincts told her were deadly under the canopy of an inky black sky.
Standing in her shop, Audra Quinn closed her eyes and visualized white light emerging from the crown chakra energy point located at the top of her head engulfing her to the root chakra in the heart of her femininity. He was coming and she didn't have the fortitude to resist. He wasn't the first, yet he was different. As long as she could remember, she'd been their fixation. Only never before had she wanted to succumb.
He loomed closer. She had the sensation of his heavy breath on her skin. Heard his beating heart and sensed the darkness dwelling within him. Audra had always been afraid of the dark.
Her breathing became shallow. She couldn't remember her awareness ever being so palpable. Nerves quickening into frenzy, her heightened senses told her to flee... No! She didn't run anymore. She was strong enough to withstand his influence. However, tonight the darkness seemed more relentless. And never before had it made her blood pump through her veins like the raging rapids of a wild river. He was different.
She didn't need to turn around to know that he was there. He had come for her.
Standing just inside her store, he could not disguise what he hid underneath, not from her. Gifted with empathic abilities, her powers remained focused. They had to be. Showing him weakness would increase his strength.
When his hypnotic, ice blue eyes locked onto her, the impact hit her in the solar plexus, the spiritual center. As he took a step closer, the energy moved into her root. The heat dampened her panties and engorged her clit. Though her mouth was dry, he was making her wet. She tightened her thighs to quell the ache. Hardening into tight buds beneath her shirt, her nipples strained for the touch of his hands. She closed her eyes only to visualize with perfect clarity how it would be for his long fingers to touch her flesh, and part the swollen lips of her pussy.
A moan broke from her lips. She leaned against the counter. Blood pounded in her ears. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her legs spread of their own volition. He was there, and yet he wasn't. She could feel him pressing into her. His thrusting cock stretched her, pushed past the barrier of her innocence, and claimed her as his own.
Audra's eyes flew open. This was his intent. At her body's responses, she suddenly questioned her ability to shield herself. More disturbing was that she wasn't sure she wanted to. Attempting composure, she cleared her throat.
"Can I help you?" It was the wrong thing to say because it was clear in her mind that he intended to help himself to her.
The light in her small metaphysical book and gift shop couldn't penetrate his aura. He moved in shadow amid the incense, crystals, and new age books. He passed Egyptian statuary, Indian incense burners, and tarot cards, on his way to her. He neared the back wall with shelves stocked with Kama Sutra creams, oils, and powders. The candles she'd lit burned brightly, flickered, and then extinguished, smoldering in his wake.
Her chest constricted as he stepped around the counter. Nothing between them but sexually charged kinetic energy. His desire spiked her arousal, and her arousal increased his desire. Always before, she had been able to remain steadfast in her determination not to succumb to the temptation of the men who came from the night. Tonight she wouldn't. Every cell in her body cried out to him.
Large and statuesque, he stood well over six feet tall. Her eyes raked up his long legs, past his thick muscled thighs encased in black denim, and rested on the swelling evidence of his arousal behind the faded fly.
Shoulder length hair, dark as the shadows from where he came, brushed against the collar of his open leather jacket. He wore a tight T-shirt that made her hands twitch with the need to run over the contours of his broad, powerful shoulders. His deliciously disturbing scent, masculine and spicy, hit her senses with the impact of a tidal wave.
Butterflies filled her stomach as his hand reached out to touch her. She weakened and her knees buckled. His blatant desire hammered into her thoughts in relentless telepathic images. Erotic images wreaking havoc on her will. She'd never encountered such a virile man. Only he wasn't just any man.
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