***Lovers Unchained (A dark and erotic paranormal romance.) ***
Twenty years ago Jude was cursed by the Dark Witch never to have sex again until he meets his soul-mate. Since then he has searched for his mate, hoping to rid himself of the curse and the pent up sexual energy that’s driving him insane. Instead, he is captured and held prisoner by a Vampiress, Lana.
Lana is intrigued by Jude’s ability to resist making love to her. After all of her seduction attempts fail, she begins to wonder if it’s her, or if Jude is like this with all women. To test her theory, Lana places one of her female prisoners, Carissa, and Jude together. To her dismay, sparks ignite between the two captives.
Now that Jude has found his mate he must get her to safety before Lana destroys them, but even if they survive Lana’s jealous rage, will his mate be able to handle the lust Jude has stored up over the years?
His body glistened with sweat. Carissa stood mesmerized by one particular drop of moisture making its way from his neck, down his chest, before dropping into his navel. Carissa swallowed.
“Hurry,” the man on the bed whispered.
Carissa’s gaze flew to his blindfolded face. He bit his lip as if he was in pain.
“I’m so sorry she’s doing this,” Carissa whispered back to him, but he didn’t respond. She poured a handful of the oil into her hand, and then put the bottle of oil back on the night stand. Her fingers tingled while rubbing the oil onto the handsome stranger’s chest.
His swift intake of breath stopped her.
“Is it too cold?” She asked. He didn’t respond.
“Hurry up,” Lana screamed from across the room.
Carissa resumed applying the oil to Jude’s skin. As she rubbed it across his nipple, she couldn’t help but acknowledge the flutters of desire beginning in her body. His body called to her and she wanted to answer. Never had she felt such an attraction to another being. What was so special about this man making her want to sink her nails into him. It was her low energy level causing her to desire him. Her body needed fueling and recognized him as an energy source. Every reaction was caused by an action and her body was simply reacting to energy she received from him. Leave it to her to rationalize everything. Carissa kept her eyes on his face while massaging the oil lower, over his tattooed stomach. His body was rock solid, like she imagined. She closed her eyes and used both hands to massage the oil into his chiseled abs.
“Lower,” he whispered, his voice strained.
She eagerly obeyed, captivated by the way he trembled beneath her fingers. Carissa rubbed her hands lower, past his stomach to his large erection.
“Grip him,” Lana told her.
Her eyes popped open. She glanced to the other woman unsure of how to proceed. Lana sat on the chaise beside Bruce panting while watching Carissa massage Jude. Bruce’s gaze was apologetic. Grip him? She wanted to and would delight in doing so, but what if he didn’t want her to touch him there?
“Grip him, now!” Lana yelled to her.
Carissa did as she was told. Closing her eyes she grasped Jude’s cock tightly. He thrust hard into her hand. One hand couldn’t contain him, she needed to use both. Carissa held him tighter. He pumped into her fists over and over again. Behind her, she heard Lana moaning. In front of her, Jude’s fists clenched at his sides.
“So long,” he whispered, while fucking her hand. Energy flowed from his body, up her arm and to her chest. She felt like her heart was struck by lightning. A drop of moisture appeared at the tip of Jude’s cock. Carissa licked her lips wishing she could lick it off.
“So damn long,” he whispered, his voice filled with pain. Carissa wished she could erase his pain. For some reason, she wanted to take away any pain or anger this stranger felt. She wanted him to be…happy. Carissa gripped him as best she could with one hand. Leaning over, she used her other hand to stroke his cheek, to offer him comfort. His hips jerked and he groaned loudly. He licked his lips and her nipples hardened. Both of their breathing was ragged.
“It’s you,” he whispered, turning his head in her direction, the blindfold keeping him from seeing her face. Carissa cradled his face in her hand. She felt something for him, but she had no idea what it was she felt, or why she felt it, but there was definitely a connection between the two of them.