Sparks To Flames [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Marie Medina
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: Are you ready for adventure? Between these pages, you'll meet vampires and dark Fey; fairy tale heroes come to life and mysterious strangers; as well as ordinary men who set themselves apart with their devotion to the women they love. Every journey is different, and the love and passion waiting at the end of each one is extraordinary.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2010
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Original version appeared in
SUMMER SIZZLERS in July 2006
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Charity pulled the bright blue book off the shelf and flipped to the first chapter. She found the description of the prince and read it out loud.
"He was tall and handsome. His hair was the color of autumn leaves, and his brown eyes were kind and caring." She stopped reading and looked up at the man standing in front of her. "Nope."
The man disappeared.
She picked up the next one. "As the prince climbed down off his horse, Marian knew this was the man for her. His long blond hair moved freely in the wind and his smile made her feel weak. She trembled with desire as he strode toward her."
The man standing in the middle of the room put his hands on his hips and winked at her.
"Marian doesn't get out much."
The man frowned at her before looking down at his own body and then gazing into the mirror on the wall, as if puzzled she hadn't rushed right into his arms, and then he vanished.
Charity looked at the next book. It didn't have a title, but the black binding was covered in beautiful silver vines.
"Damon eyed his enemy with disdain. His gray eyes hid none of his hatred. His hand rested on his knife, ready for action. His black hair moved with the wind, bellowing as his velvet cloak did." Charity looked up at the man she had summoned. "Not bad."
He was perfect, with long black hair, pale skin and gray eyes. He was dressed in black leather pants, a black velvet tunic, and a long black cape. He stared at her coldly.
She licked her lips as she turned toward him and clutched the book to her chest. "You'll do nicely."
He leapt forward and grabbed her by the hair. He held her firmly, but his grasp did not hurt her as he turned her face to his. "You think so, Princess?"
She smiled at him. "Yes. You're exactly what I want."
His eyes traveled the length of her body.
"It's your lucky day," she said.
"So you say. I didn't ask to be awakened."
"Sounds like someone's been asleep too long."
He released her hair. "This is not what I am usually called for. I'm a hunter, an assassin."
"But I don't need a hunter. I need a man in my bed."
He took in her fiery red hair and pale, delicate features, and then her slender, lithe body. She smiled to herself because she knew he couldn't deny her beauty. He let out his breath with a huff. "Then go find a nice little storybook. I'm sure the pretty boys are already hard just from a glimpse of you."
"But I don't want them. I like you."
"I'm not made to be some spoiled brat's lover."
"Isn't it better than killing people? Would you rather I tell you that I'm pissed off with the blacksmith and want you to cut his hands off?"
"I would prefer it, actually."
"You don't want to have sex with me?"
"I didn't say that." He eyed her breasts hungrily. "I only meant it is not my primary...pleasure."
"Then come back to my room with me."
"You don't want me in your bed."
"I'll hurt you."
She smiled, more to herself than at him. "Maybe I want you to hurt me. Maybe I'm tired of weak, passionless men. I think I need a little darkness, a little something rough in my life."
He pulled her to him and slammed her into the wall, crushing her body with his. "You really think so, don't you?"
She writhed against his delicious body. "Yes. I want to be at your mercy. I want you to tie me up and have your way with me."
"I'm a killer. Having my way with you might mean your death."
"You have free choice. You do not have to be bound by the nature of your story."
"But I do. I don't have to hurt you, but I need something to satisfy my fierce nature."
"You can satisfy yourself in my body. I'm sure I have as much stamina as you do."
He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and grinding his hips into her. She took all he gave, wrapping her arms and legs around him. This was exactly what she needed. She was tired of inexperienced men who kissed her hand and couldn't even hold her properly when they danced. She wanted this man, this gorgeous man who knew his way around a woman's body.
"You're full of surprises, my lady." He set her down on the floor.
"I want to be full to the hilt of you. Take me upstairs."
He laughed at her. "Eager, aren't you?"
"Yes. Now come with me. You won't be disappointed."
He shook his head. "You wanted a strong, willful man. You're sure as hell going to get one."
She sighed deeply and smiled up at him. Her body was already aching for him. "Tell me what you want, and you'll get it."
"I want to hunt you, capture you."
"What do you mean?"
"There is still a garden here? And a maze?"
"The labyrinth is still here. Nothing has changed in hundreds of years."
He smiled. "Excellent. I think we can both have what we desire."
"You want us to go to the labyrinth now? It's so dark."
"But it's a sultry summer night. The darkness will only make it more interesting." He moved past her. "I will go in through the south entrance, on the other side of the garden. You enter through the north, right behind the house. We'll meet somewhere in the middle."
"Then you'll make love to me?"
"We'll see what I'm in the mood for." He eyed her dress. "Go put on something more comfortable. I want you to be able to run."
"Who says I'll want to run?"
"I wouldn't underestimate me, Princess."
"My name is Charity."
"Go get ready, Charity. You have a long night ahead of you."
As he stormed out of the room, she smiled at herself in the mirror. "I certainly hope so."
Charity put on a short silver skirt she could move easily in. She added a black blouse that buttoned up the front and slipped on a pair of comfortable black shoes. She hurried outside, wondering what surprises lay in store for her. Her mother had warned her to be careful when summoning men from the enchanted pages of their library, but her mother had never had any sense of adventure. Charity loved her father, but he was as boring as they came. She had her own ideas about men.
She entered the labyrinth and listened carefully. She couldn't hear anything. She thought she'd given Damon enough time to get to the other side of the garden, so now all she had to do was get to him as quickly as possible. She smiled, thinking she would run away a few times just to whet his appetite even more. She couldn't wait to be captured, but she didn't mind playing his little game. The thought of him chasing her, and finally capturing her, was very inspiring.
She strolled through the labyrinth. She knew the way to the center, but she purposely took random turns, trying to get herself lost. The summer night air was warm, but the wind reached her even in the maze, brushing through her hair like fingers. The silence was starting to get to her when she heard a soft sound behind her.
She turned, but there was no one there. She listened, trying to hear it again.
"Don't you think you should run?"
"Damon?" Charity looked all around, but she couldn't see him. He wasn't on her path, nor was he in the trees. She tried to look through the walls but the bushes were too tall and thick.
"You better run, Princess. I won't be happy if I don't get a good chase."
His voice seemed to come from every direction. She turned to her right and ran a little way, then turned to the right again.
"You better try harder. Your scent is very strong."
His voice sent a shiver through her. "You can smell me?" That intrigued her.
He groaned. "You're making my blood boil."
"Why don't you come out now? You can chase me again later."
"Run, Charity. I'll tie you up and leave you all by yourself out here if you don't."
Charity sighed and broke into a run. She really had gotten herself lost. Now she'd be stuck if he didn't catch her. She hoped he wasn't so perverse as to leave her out here all night.
She took a series of lefts, thinking she could confuse him by moving in a circle. She stopped twice and crouched behind bushes, trying to hear him. All she could hear was her own breathing, her own heartbeat.
She came to a large opening and looked down the four paths. She didn't know which way to go. Before she could decide, she felt warm breath on her ear.
"You didn't run fast enough," Damon said. He blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back before she could even speak. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes," she said.
He pulled her over to the wall, raised her hands over her head and tied her to a lantern pole. She waited for him to begin, but nothing happened.
"You are my prisoner, Princess. You will speak when I tell you to."
She sighed and leaned back against the pole. She'd tried running. It wasn't her fault he was so good. Was this part of his game? Now he would make her wait? She didn't mind. If this got him more excited, she knew he would be even better.
After nearly ten minutes, he came back over to her. He unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Next he pulled her skirt and panties down. He loosened her restraints and moved them both to a kneeling position, but he didn't untie her. Instead he secured her even more tightly to the pole. He began kissing and sucking her breasts hungrily as his hand began to work on her pussy.
His fingers slid into her easily. "What made you so wet, Charity?"
"You did." She only got this wet when she fantasized. Thoughts of the real men who paid court to her never did this to her. The ones bold enough to take her to bed never satisfied her. She'd never gone back for seconds from any of them. All their wealth and power could not eclipse their lack of passion.
He ran his tongue over her neck. "You want me, Charity?"
"Yes." She moved against his hand, wanting more of his touch.
He nibbled her ear. "You want my cock in you?"
"You want me to ride you hard?"
"Oh yes!" His hot breath on her neck was driving her mad.
He turned his attention back to her breasts. He sucked the nipples hard, biting down just a little. She cried out and bucked against his hand.
"Am I that good?"
"Tell how good I am."
"You're unbelievable. You feel so good. I'm so hot for you. I'm so close."
He drove his fingers deeper into her and began rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"Oh yes," she said. "Make me come."
He crushed her mouth in a fiery kiss when she began to cry out her pleasure. She writhed against him, breathing hard. She soared as he pushed his fingers deeper. She could tell from his kiss that he was enjoying touching her. He groaned as she arched to take his fingers deeper and rub her breasts against him. She felt so alive. She'd never come so quickly, and she'd never had such an intense release. He removed the blindfold as she tried to catch her breath. Every inch of her body pulsed with pleasure.
She smiled, knowing she had been right about him. "You were wonderful," she said.
"We aren't through yet."
"Mmmm. I hope not."
He untied her and made her stand up. "Hold on to the pole. This will please me. No matter what, do not let go." He positioned himself between her legs. "Let's see if you taste as good as you smell."
She cried out again as his lips found her pussy. She'd barely even recovered from her first orgasm. His tongue delved into her, licking up all her sweet cream. She moved her hips in rhythm with his tongue.
He put her legs over his shoulders and buried his face deeper in her pussy. She felt her orgasm building, and she squeezed him tightly with her legs when he began to suck her clit, which was unbelievably sensitive. She felt an eager twitching in her pussy. When she made herself come, she always had to wait to come a second time, but he had her fired up and ready to explode again.
"Is there anything you can't do?" she asked with an excited gasp.
"We'll soon find out," he groaned hungrily.
His deep, sexy voice sent a sweet wave of pleasure flowing over her, and she bucked against him and came a second time. He kept working her with his tongue as she trembled all over. His mouth was overwhelming, and she tried to pull back. He held her fiercely to him as she cried out. Her arms shook, and it was hard to hold on to the pole, especially with her feet off the ground, but she gripped it tightly. She embraced the pleasure that bordered on pain. His rough tongue was far too much, but he continued to force her to endure it. Soon the discomfort of her very sensitive pussy melted into pure bliss as she throbbed hotly under his lips. She sighed as he released her and kissed her thighs with amazing gentleness.
He switched gears again just as she began to really enjoy his soft touch and attentive mouth. He stood up quickly and pulled her against him. She reached for him, but he turned her around and removed her blouse, and then he tied her hands above her head. He moved her hair aside and began kissing and biting her neck.
She moaned and rubbed her body against his. He slapped her ass and bit her shoulder.
"Yes," she whispered. She hadn't thought she could endure more, but his teeth against her skin had changed her mind. She wanted much more; she wanted all he could give.
"Can't you say anything else?" he said in a sexy and teasing tone.
She laughed. "Now."
He found her entrance with his fingers as he undid his pants, and then he buried his cock in her. She was so wet he slid in fast and deep. She pressed herself against him, wanting all of his cock. The leather of his pants felt good against her legs, so hot and smooth, as she spread herself for him and pushed against him.
He pumped into her. "You have a sweet little pussy, Princess. It sure is hungry for my cock."
She moaned and tried to kiss him. He captured her mouth greedily. She came again, unable to believe it was even possible. She was dizzy with sensation. She squeezed his cock as much as she could. Her orgasm felt out of control. How had he done this to her? She'd never have believed her body could take so much. He released her mouth.
"Yeeessss!" he roared. He slapped her ass as he ground her body into his. He came, and then he pulled out when her pussy released him.
"You didn't seem to want to let me go."
"Hmmm. You have such a big cock. How could I resist trying to keep it buried deep inside me?" He was right. As exhausted as she was, her body had been reluctant to break the contact. That final orgasm had been the best. No man had ever filled her like he did. No man had ever felt so good. His size and shape were perfect. No other man would ever fit so well inside of her. Perhaps she'd tell him that later. It might get him even hotter. She smiled at the blatant satisfaction she saw on his face. His release had been as good as hers, and he had obviously enjoyed playing with her.
"You can have it again, as soon as we get back to your room." He untied her and fastened his pants.
She got dressed, and then he threw her over his shoulder and carried her back into the palace. Charity had to fight to keep quiet. She wanted to giggle, to cry out her joy. She thought she saw someone in the shadows, but no one approached them, and when she looked back, everything was still.
She closed her door quietly behind them. "That was amazing. I think I've finally found what I'm looking for. Why don't you tie me up and do it again?"
He looked down into her eyes. "You should be open-minded, Charity, willing to try new things."
She giggled with delight. "I'm willing to try anything."
He cupped her face in his hands and just looked down into her eyes. After a nearly endless moment, he leaned down and kissed her with surprising tenderness. She lost herself in his sweet kiss. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. There he made slow, sweet love to her. He looked into her eyes as he entered her, refusing to let her look away as he brought her to climax. His eyes hypnotized her, and her orgasm startled her. He'd worked her up to it slowly, but it had been as breathtaking as the ones she'd had outside. He kissed and caressed her face as he found satisfaction in her body a second time. He sighed as he released into her, and he pressed his lips to hers. She couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling, but he was looking at her in such a different way now.
She curled into the sanctuary of his arms afterward. "That was good, too."
"It isn't the sex that brings so much pleasure, Princess. It's the person you're having sex with."
She was surprised by his comment. She looked up into his face, but he put a finger on her lips to keep her silent. She fell asleep in his arms as he rubbed her back. End excerpt