#MadlyInLust with Celeste and Rip from Into The Darkness. #MarchMadness

Are you ready for some March Madness? No, I’m not talking about basketball. I’m talking about Siren’s ‘Madly In Lust In March Blog Posts’. All month long, I’m sharing naughty excerpts from my novels and novellas. First up, an excerpt from my dirty fairy tale, Into The Darkness.

Once Upon A Time…

There lived a witch by the name of Celeste Dubois, who was tired of her sister witches disturbing her eternal slumber with their cries. Lately, they all called out to her with the same plea, ‘stop Rip Van Warren, the witch hunter’. Unable to ignore their cries, she lures Rip into her world, where she keeps him as her prisoner for twenty years. She had every intention of torturing him for those twenty years. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

For twenty years Rip Van Warren is held captive by a beautiful bayou witch. He should hate her. However, their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All of his life he thought magic was evil. Celeste has taught him that it’s a gift to be treasured, almost as much as he treasures her.

When an unexpected threat enters their lives, Celeste is forced to send him back to his own world in order to protect him. He awakens in the middle of the swamp, confused and dazed. His memories of the last twenty years are foggy. Yet, there’s one person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. He’s desperately seeking a way back to her. However, the witches of New Orleans aren’t willing to help a famous witch hunter.

Will the dark witch and the dark hunter have their happily ever after?
Or will he return too late to save the witch he loves?

“Why did you summon me again?”
“I simply need a massage,” she told him.
“A massage? That’s all you want?”
“Of course. What else would I want?”
“Me.”
Her breath froze in her lungs.
“Witch, I’m tired of pretending there’s nothing between us but hate,” he told her. “That shit is getting old. And I’m tired of jacking off while thinking of you.”
“We’re enemies, remember?”
“Yeah, but even that is starting to seem pointless.”
“You stole power from my witches.”
“I did it to protect others.”
“You killed some of my witches.”
“Yeah, and think of all the people I may have saved from them.”
“You’re ruthless.”
“So are you.”
“You’re heartless.”
“So are you.”
“Not true. I have a heart. I’ve just never had a reason to use it.”
“Same here. Until now.”
Until now? “What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
She didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t dare hope it meant what she wanted it to mean.
“I think I need a massage,” Celeste told him. “Now.”
He sighed. “Yes, your highness. Whatever you want, your highness. Would you like me to massage you through your robe or would you like a towel to cover you up?”
Celeste took a deep breath. “Neither.” She stood up, back to him and shrugged out of her robe. Naked, she laid back on the bed, not missing his sudden intake of breath. “I’m ready now.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, that was last week.”
He burst out laughing. “You got jokes.”
She smiled, almost forgetting she was lying naked in front of her prisoner. “The massage lotion is on the table.”
She could hear him moving around behind her.
“You ready?” He asked.
Celeste nodded.
“Use your words.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Yes, hunter. I’m ready.”
“Good girl.”
“Keep it up, and tomorrow I’ll send you to the dungeon without dinner.”
“No, not that. Tomorrow is Taco Tuesday.”
Celeste burst out laughing. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d laughed so hard. All thought of laughter evaporated the moment his hands touched her skin.
“Your body is warm,” he told her.
What was she supposed to say to that? He rubbed the lotion into her skin then proceeded to massage her.
“You’re tense. It must be hard work protecting the bayou witches?”
“Not so much, since you’re not there hunting them.”
“Why are you tense then?”
“Because now you’re here, haunting my dreams.” Shit. She hadn’t meant to reveal that truth.
His hands stilled. “You dream about me?”
“No.”
“You just said…”
“More massaging and less talking.”
“I can multitask,” he told her as his hands resumed rubbing her. “So, you dream about me, huh?”
She ignored his question.
“In your dreams, am I prince charming, rolling up to your tower window to ask you to let down your hair and then I save you from the evil witch?”
Celeste smiled, but still ignored him.
“Or am I the prince who kisses you and awakens you from a magic induced slumber and saves you from the evil witch?”
Celeste suppressed a giggle.
“Oh, I know,” he said as he massaged her legs. “I’m the prince who rescues you from the wicked witch who sent a tornado to kidnap you and your dog.”
Celeste couldn’t hold her giggle in. “Do I really look like a damsel in distress who would need saving?”
His hands moved slower over her legs. “No.”
“Good.”
“I guess that makes me the prince who takes care of you in other ways.”
“What other ways?”
“Well, if you don’t need a prince for protection, you must need a prince for different reasons.” His hands rubbed over her thighs, inching higher.
“Or, maybe you don’t need a prince at all,” he told her. “Perhaps you need something else entirely.” His hands brushed against her center, sending waves of pleasure over her flesh. “Perhaps you need someone just as dark as you are.”
His finger found her clit and began rubbing, first gently then he applied more pressure and she could barely contain her moans.
“Perhaps you need someone ruthless, someone whose just as scarred by life as you are.”
How did he know? Celeste shivered when he slipped a finger inside of her. He leaned forward, and whispered in her ear. “I know what you need witch. Because I need the same thing.” His finger pushed into her more forcefully.
She gripped the sheets as he pleasured her. He continued whispering into her ear as his fingers worked their magic.
“You make me feel,” he told her. “I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but you do. And damn it, I like it.”
So did she. Celeste ground her hips, causing his finger to slip deeper into her.
“You make me want things I’m not supposed to want,” he whispered.
“L-like what?” She was so close to coming.
“Like forever.”
That was not the answer she’d expected. But it pushed her over the edge. Celeste screamed his name as she came all over his fingers. Gasping for air, she turned to stare at him, only to find him licking his fingers clean. Damn, that was sexy.
“The next time you come, it’ll be on my cock.”
Celeste stared into his eyes and saw the same longing she saw whenever she looked into the mirror. They were alike in so many ways. If she kept this up, she’d start needing him. She didn’t want to need anyone. She wasn’t supposed to need anyone. Her power was all she needed.
“I want you, Celeste.”
She shook her head.