Let the roasting commence. I know everyone hates it when authors start a series and either never finish it or take forever to post a new chapter. But my excuse for a five-year hiatus is that there wasn't much interest back in 2012 when I posted the original chapter, so I tied up Chapter 2 and moved on to other stories. But there have been requests over the years for a continuation or at least a better conclusion for Danae and Vincente, so I hope this will appease the masses. Thank you for your continued loyalty!
SSW
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PROLOGUE - PRESENT DAY
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As much as I hated to admit she had been right, I would be forever thankful for Cristal's matchmaking project. After all of the suitors she'd tried to pair me up with over the years, I would have never thought I'd fall for a 475-year old man who was secretly part reptilian. And yet, here I was, moaning contentedly in his warm embrace.
Vincente had curved his hand around the globe of my breast, just barely gliding it over the surface for the longest time. Eventually, it came to rest underneath, cupping me. Massaging my pliable flesh. Making me shiver when the pad of his thumb grazed over my nipple. Then he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
I shuddered with a gasp, arching into his touch.
"It still amazes me, my love, how sensitive you are." The velvety-smooth sound of his voice swept in my ear and caressed my mind.
I sighed against his bent arm that cushioned my neck. I had been watching the shadows dance on the wall from the flickering candle flames. But when his hand stilled again, my eyelids fluttered closed.
His firm chest pressed against my back momentarily while he leaned forward, his mouth brushing kisses from my ear down along my jaw.
I tilted my head toward him. Sighing once more when our lips met. My mobility hindered by his thick arm that lay over my right bicep, I bent my elbow and clung to what I could of his appendage. Holding my upper body at the opportune angle.
Our kisses were light at first. Mere whispers broken by my coos because he resumed manipulating my breast. When he licked at the seam of my lips, I opened my mouth to him. His tongue swept in, dancing with mine, and my fingers squeezed at his muscles.
Delicious tension swirled in my belly. Another slight pinch of my nipple made my breath catch in my throat. When my pussy contracted, I felt more moisture gather between my thighs.
"You are breathtaking," he whispered hotly against my cheek.
Then he arched against me from behind, his length burying deeper within me. Reminding me that we were still joined there. He had been still for so long—and it was so comfortable with him just filling me—that I was prone not to consciously think about it.
I released his arm and moaned louder when he arched again. My inhales escaped in long, shuddered breaths while his fingers skated down my stomach, coming to rest with the heel of his hand just above the soft flesh of my mound. The heat emanating from his palm seemed to brand me. Made my hips retreat from his touch.
I pressed my ass back against him, but I had nowhere else to go now. I was trapped between his hard body and his strong hand. Positioned on our left sides, he had spooned behind me with our legs bent. The tops of his thighs and knees were molded against the back of mine so that I was essentially sitting on his lap after he'd impaled me with his cock.
He began a rolling motion from the waist down where our joined hips and legs rocked back and forth. Like two snakes slithering in ecstasy. He remained fully inside me, my walls contracting in response to his throbbing. His other hand tangled in my hair, gently but firmly holding my head to his shoulder. His tongue danced along my exposed neck. Along my shoulder.
My exhales became sharper. I gripped his arm again, my nails clawing at what skin I could reach. Whimpering when his fingers didn't move any further south. Just another inch...
Vincente nipped at my earlobe, his breath warm against my cheek. "Sweet, sweet, Danae."
A groan of frustration bubbled up from inside. "Please..."
"Shh." He kissed my jaw then nuzzled his face in my hair. "Even after all this time, you are still so impatient, my love."
I licked my lips. "Only because you insist on torturing me."
His chuckle rumbled against my back. As if to prove my point, his fingers began to knead that sensitive triangle of skin. Splaying out, stroking with varying pressure.
I tried to reach over his arm to play with my breast, but his bicep was a vice holding my arm immobile. He was right...I wanted instant gratification. I grunted in defeat and let my arm flop back on the bed while he did what he wanted with my body. His touch painting my skin with pleasure but not offering any relief.
And then suddenly, he rolled onto his back and swung my body on top of his. As though rewarding me for my submission. He released my hair to caress my neglected breast. Gravity caused my head to relax back over his shoulder. My legs to fall open. I automatically propped my feet on the bed, intending to thrust up and down on his cock.
"Stay right there, Danae," he growled in my ear the second I rose up.
Obeying his command, I froze with my shoulders blades against his chest but my hips in the air and my pussy bared lewdly, my hands now supporting me on either side of him on the bed. I whimpered when he slid out until just the crown was in me. The back of my head pressed against his shoulder, my eyes clenched, my mind focused on his fingers. One of his hands continued to fondle my left breast while the other lightly stroked just above my pelvic area, still avoiding where I desired his touch most.
He began moving beneath me then, adding to the sensations already rippling through my body. It was slight at first. A brief reentry before withdrawing so that the rim of his cock caught on my tight opening. Then a little further in and back out to the rim again in excruciatingly slow motion. Over and over, more of his cock filling me each time before unsheathing his sword. Making my breaths stop and start in various intervals as though I were sending a message through Morse code.
I tried to concentrate on holding still, to keep my lower half elevated. But he ran his fingers along my side, and my arms started to shake. Just when I was sure I would lose control and fall down on him, his hands abandoned their play to grip my hips. To hold me up. Then he drove up into me with one big thrust, forcing me to cry out.
"Yes, my love. Make music for me."
And I did. A harmony of mewls and moans filled the room while his hips hit my ass, his cock stabbing me harder and harder. But the edge was still out of reach.
There was nothing I could do. So I remained suspended in air, propped up by his hands and body. My breathing grew heavy and even more erratic. Sweat gathered between us, making my upper back slide against him with each of his powerful, upward thrusts.
I'd given up all hope for release when he suddenly let go of my hips so that I dropped down on him. My cry of surprise morphed to a strangled gasp. It took a moment for my brain to process what had happened before my body took over as though on autopilot. My ass wiggled against him. My back arched hard, pushing my pelvis down on him. My walls clamped around his cock, absorbing his pulsations. Anything I could do at all to increase the friction between us.
His arm wrapped across my upper body, roughly gripping my breast. "Come for me, my love. Reap the rewards of patience."
I screamed when his fingers touched my clit. Bliss spread over me like a drop of water on a tissue or piece of paper. Toes and fingers curled. My head rolled back and forth against his shoulder while I mumbled for him to stop. He ignored my pleas and continued stroking my most sensitive spot in languid circles, sending pleasure in unceasing waves throughout my extremities.
Before I could recover, he thrust up again. I stared at the flickering shadows on the ceiling now, my eyes and mouth frozen wide open in a silent scream. I heard his deep groan before another orgasm rushed over me.
In the cobwebs of my mind, I anticipated the gush of warmth that would fill me with his release. No warmth came, though. But I was falling. No, rolling. On my stomach now, I clutched at the sheets, gasping for breath, my body still writhing from aftershocks.
His movements became gentler, though he continued stroking in and out of my heat. And despite the slickness from my arousal and release, my body gripped him tightly. Because he'd swollen even more.
I felt his hand moving between us. Bumping my ass while he stroked himself. Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, wetting the bed. I had hoped he'd forgotten this time.
