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Tantric Kiss ISBN 9781419919626 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Tantric Kiss Copyright © 2009 Alexis Canto Edited by Helen Woodall Cover art by Syneca Electronic book Publication April 2009 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

TANTRIC KISS

Alexis Canto

Dedication For my husband. Thanks for everything you do. (And I’m glad you’re not a Shadow Tantra master.)

Acknowledgments Thank you to everyone who has taught me about energy, sexual or otherwise (including you, CKPZ, you big goof). Thanks also to my fantastic editor, Helen Woodall, for the best input I could ask for.

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Chapter One Bodies thronged in the conference center’s wide hallway. As Lise was about to step into the room where she would teach her last yoga seminar of the day, she saw him. Marcus Blair. Her heart beat painfully and she could feel her pulse at the base of her throat. She had to be mistaken. It couldn’t be him. She couldn’t be seeing that face, almost unchanged after ten years. Hesitating outside the lecture room, she blinked hard, half afraid to look again. When she did, he was still there, lost in conversation with another man. He seemed oblivious to her presence, thank God. She’d been sure she would never see him again. She didn’t know what she would do if he caught her staring at him like this, her cheeks undoubtedly flushed, sexual heat coming off her in waves. Anyone passing by would think she was responding to the warmth of the overcrowded conference center halls. But Marcus would know better. If he turned his head right now and looked at her face, he would know her pussy was swollen against the thin, taut fabric of her yoga pants. And he would know the exact shape of her hot, juicy folds. The way each hair curled between her legs. He would be able to imagine exactly how she would moan if he so much as touched her labia with one sure finger. Because he had heard it all and seen it all before. She watched him as he engaged in a relaxed yet energetic discussion. His face bore a few more lines than it had when he was twenty-nine. Other than that, he hadn’t changed at all. His dark reddish-brown hair was as thick as ever. She caught a glimpse of his eyes and her heart nearly stopped. She’d forgotten the effect those pale brown, almost golden irises had on her. He was pure lean muscle and he moved as smoothly as a lion. Every angle of his body evoked raw sensuality, from the bulge of his deltoids to the square shape of his pecs.

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He seemed taller than she remembered. Maybe that was because she used to spend so much time horizontal with him. Now, all six feet two inches of him were a few feet away from her and she recalled how easily he’d always been able to scoop her up and carry her to the bed—or throw her naked body onto the couch. He had on a sleeveless shirt and loose yoga pants. His shoulders looked at least as broad as she remembered and his stomach was just as taut and lean. If anything, he was in even better shape than he used to be. He was like a sun in the room, outshining every other male present. Lise turned away, her stomach knotting with a combination of embarrassment and desire. She couldn’t let the fact that he was here get to her. Not now. Not when she was about to teach a class. Later, when she was by herself in her hotel room, she could fantasize about him, imagining his heated flesh searing hers. But she couldn’t let him see her. Because if he did, he would want her. And he would find a way to seduce her or at least he would try his damnedest. She had no doubt of that. The thought made her thighs tighten in anticipation. He would, wouldn’t he? Marcus Blair was not a man who was used to taking no for an answer. God help her if he saw she was here. He would want to take all of her, wrapping her in his arms and claiming his place between her legs. And she would love it. The thought made her spine tingle. But it was never going to happen, because she would say no. She had to. She’d promised herself. Heat flared through her chest. Her breasts tingled under her expensive, ornately designed shirt. There was no denying the fact that she wanted—needed—the man who was standing a few feet away from her. A man she’d sworn she would never talk to again. He had too much power. Too much ability to give pleasure to her body and wound her heart. She licked her lips, imagining his mouth on hers, tongue thrusting deeply, tangling with hers. Her pussy swelled, ready for a touch she would not allow to happen. She had to get control of herself. Her last seminar of the day was about to begin. She entered the classroom, where a few students wearing plastic conference badges had

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already gathered with their yoga mats. This was a class on traditional yogic chants. Although she loved teaching the yoga postures, Lise was well known in yoga circles as a teacher of sound healing. She felt absurdly grateful that she wasn’t about to do any complex physical moves in front of her students today, just in case her arousal showed in front of this group of strangers. To avoid having a panty line under her tight yoga pants, she wasn’t wearing underwear. She hadn’t anticipated seeing Marcus—the most emotionally dangerous person in the world to her—and running the risk of her juices soaking through her crotch. She smiled at her students, hoping they couldn’t detect her nervousness. Even if they could, she told herself, they wouldn’t know the reason was that she had just seen the one old lover she’d never been able to get out of her mind—or her heart. At worst, they might think she had the jitters about teaching such a large class. She greeted more students as they entered. Just as the class was about to begin and a pair of volunteers prepared to close the doors to the room, one last person entered. Lise watched in a combination of excitement and fear as Marcus showed his badge to one of the volunteers. The volunteer checked Marcus’ name off the list. Marcus found a spot right in front of Lise. He unrolled his mat on the floor, shooting her a confident grin as he did so. That familiar smile melted her. She’d missed it so much. She couldn’t help grinning broadly in response. Her heart might be in danger but she couldn’t help the fact that, if she was being honest with herself, she was thrilled to see him. Her juices were flowing, no doubt about it. It was definitely a good thing she was going to be sitting down throughout this class and it was also a good thing she’d brought her green and yellow batik wrap to wear in case one of the rooms got chilly. It would cover her rear as she left the room. “What are you doing here?” she said to Marcus. Her voice sounded breathy. She hoped she sounded to the other students like she was talking to a mere friend rather than an old flame. The old flame, in her mind. She hoped he couldn’t see her trembling.

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Was it desire that made her hands shake or was it her fear that he’d walked into this room just so he could break her heart all over again? Or both? The way he smiled at her made her feel as if she might fall to pieces on the floor. His eyes warmed in response to her familiar tone and she realized she must be having as much of an effect on him as he was on her. The thought that he might be sitting there wanting her just as intensely as she wanted him sent shivers of electricity through her chest, culminating in a sharp ache in her nipples. The difference between her and him though was that she’d been taken by surprise. Marcus, on the other hand, had known ahead of time that they were going to be at the same conference. And he must have signed up for her seminar. On purpose. The only logical conclusion was that he’d decided it was time to take her into his arms again. God help her. “I saw your name on the list of presenters,” he said. “Didn’t want to miss the chance to take one of your classes.” At the sound of his deep, rough voice, she felt as if someone had knocked all the air out of her lungs. Her pussy tingled with a rush of arousal. Still smiling at the class full of people, she surreptitiously clenched one fist at her side. She had to get a grip on herself. It was ridiculous that he had such a strong effect on her after so much time. “Welcome, everyone,” she said, averting her eyes from Marcus’ face. Let him think she didn’t care that he was here. He didn’t deserve to know how badly she wanted him. There was no way she was going to give him any hint that the skin on her belly was aching with desire for him to touch it. Or that her clit was swollen with the memory of the slow, deliberate way he used to stroke his tongue across its surface. That was none of his business. She was going to teach this class and get out of here, away from him, as fast as possible. All the same, the room full of students, the pale yellow walls and the low-nap carpet hardly seemed to exist. Only Marcus and her growing arousal felt real.

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She went through her usual opening spiel about the healing qualities of sound and how the vibration of certain tones can make positive changes in the human body. When she accidentally let her gaze flit past Marcus’ face, he looked relaxed. Interested. Encouraging. He was as cool and confident as he’d always been. The bastard. Why was it that he’d been able to walk away when she told him to get out of her life all those years ago, apparently without a single scar on his heart, while leaving her with a gaping hole in hers? She swallowed hard. It was difficult to have him in her class knowing that he used to be her teacher. Obviously, he didn’t mind the temporary role reversal, since he’d signed himself up for the experience. He had no reason to be anything but confident. After all, he’d always been the one in charge in the bedroom. These thoughts all ran through her head as she continued talking. The speech was second nature, so she didn’t stumble despite the distraction. How could she have missed the fact that he would be here? He must appear on the roster as a presenter. If she was teaching, he must be too. He was a few years older and far more experienced and respected in the yoga community than she was. She cursed herself for not reading the list of presenters more carefully before she arrived. She asked one of the volunteers to dim the lights and she began to lead the group through a series of chants that would take most of the hour. The participants seemed tentative at first but as she continued to set an example of steady chanting, their voices picked up strength. Many of them closed their eyes as they lost themselves in the experience. The harmony of many voices in the room created a healing vibration that Lise knew would benefit everyone present. She let her own eyes close. The sound caressed her. She expected a sanctuary from her thoughts about Marcus but instead the vibrations of all those voices only served to heighten her arousal. Her nipples tightened and ached. He was right there. Close enough for her to reach out and touch. And the room was definitely a few degrees too hot.

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She was still angry at him for not wanting an exclusive relationship with her. They’d been incredible together. The sex had been beyond anything else she’d ever experienced. They’d had a great connection both in the bedroom and outside it. She still didn’t understand why those things had never meant as much to him as they had to her. Feeling hidden in a protective web of voices and vibration, she surrendered to the sensations of arousal. She let go of her mental control enough for her folds to blossom into greater heat and more wetness. A deep ache of want settled in her lower belly. When she the time came for her to bring the class to a close, nervousness fluttered in her chest. She both longed for and dreaded the moment when she would have to look Marcus in the eyes again. It was five o’clock. The first day of the conference was at an end. What would he say to her? And why had he signed up to take her last class of the day? He couldn’t possibly have plans to try to get her alone. Their relationship had ended years ago. All the same she found herself hoping and wishing that he would corner her after class. Mentally, she slapped herself. This was ridiculous. She would answer questions from the students, say a polite goodbye to Marcus if he was still around afterward, thank the volunteers and then get the hell out of here and back to her hotel room, which was part of the same building as the conference center. She should be able to slip away from him and lock her door. Then she could relax by herself. More than relaxing, she could get rid of this sexual tension. Alone. And after she was spent, she would try her damnedest to forget about Marcus. She thanked the students and everyone rose to leave. As she expected, a few of the conference goers came to her with questions. She became absorbed in conversation with them and didn’t realize Marcus was still standing nearby until after she’d fielded the last question and moved toward the door. He fell into step next to her as naturally as if they’d seen each other only the week before instead of a decade ago.

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“It’s good to see you,” he said. His voice was so controlled and calm that she had no idea what was going on inside his head. She’d forgotten how his presence commanded all her attention. She came up to his chin. His size and muscularity delighted her. She wanted to slap him for being so infuriatingly delectable. “Good to see you too,” she replied, trying to keep herself from grinning like an idiot. It was no use. She was sure her excitement and mixed emotions at seeing him were plainly visible on her face. “What made you sign up for my class?” she asked. “Are you kidding?” he said with a grin. “I wouldn’t have missed it.” She felt her face redden again. It had been a long day and from the corners of her eyes she saw small strands of her wavy hair curling out around the edges of her face. She tried to brush them back with a damp palm. “Thanks,” she said, distracted. What she really meant was I want you to screw me senseless. Again. Because all those dozens of times ten years ago were not nearly enough. She continued to walk toward the conference center’s main lobby, wondering when he would excuse himself and vanish. All it took was a few seconds of having him beside her for her to start hoping he wasn’t going to walk away from her at all. She hoped he didn’t notice as she glanced down at the powerful way his hips moved as he walked. She had to stop herself from licking her lips. If they reached the elevators that would take her upstairs to the hotel room, things were going to get awkward. He gave her a sidelong glance. She couldn’t read his expression. The crowds in the halls had begun to thin and she had room to breathe again. At least she would have had room if she hadn’t been next to a man she still fantasized about daily. He continued to stare at her as they walked. He didn’t falter even though he wasn’t watching where he was going. “What?” she asked. The way he was looking at her made her think she could feel his mouth on her skin, his hot tongue circling her areolas. She shivered involuntarily, hoping he didn’t notice the movement. 11

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“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice low and husky. She wasn’t sure which of them moved first. All she knew was that one moment he spoke those simple words and the next moment they were wrapped in a tight embrace. It wasn’t a strange thing. This was a yoga conference and everything was warm and fuzzy. Lots of people hugged each other as a matter of course. Friendly hugs were ordinary. No one around them had to know this was more than the average friendly hug. Marcus’ full erection pushed into Lise’s belly. She gasped. Having her chest pressed against his, heart to heart, warmed her and almost brought tears to her eyes. “I’ve missed you too,” she whispered. His body radiated heat through his thin shirt. He was pure lean muscularity, twice her size and twice as powerful. She couldn’t believe he was here with her again, his body pressed against hers and his thick, hard cock separated from her by nothing more than a couple of layers of clothing. If they were in private it would be so easy for that cock to slide into her pussy. In her mind, she could already feel the way it would stretch her opening. The way his voice would escape his chest in a low moan. The way she would arch up to meet him. No. She couldn’t think about that. She was going to say a few more polite words to him and then lie to him by saying she had plans for the evening. She couldn’t get involved with this man again. He owned too much of her heart and she knew from experience he wouldn’t commit to her. There was no way they could ever belong to one another. As if he could read her thoughts, he whispered in her ear, “I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Lise. If I ever hurt you, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t have hurt you. You’re too strong for that.” She pulled back a couple of inches, caught off guard. “Too strong for that?” His words and expression disarmed her, banishing her thoughts of getting away from him immediately.

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The gaze from his golden eyes seemed to burn her. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.” She didn’t reply. If he’d known how much she really was hurt when they said goodbye the last time, he wouldn’t think she was strong. Then again, maybe their parting had hurt him more. The thought gave her a moment’s satisfaction, followed by a pang. Even though she hoped she would never have to admit it to him, she’d always loved him. She didn’t want to think he was hurting. Not too much, anyway. “Where’s your room?” he asked. The intensity of his voice burned through her chest. The next thing she knew, they were alone in the elevator that would take them to her fifth-floor hotel room. He pressed her against the elevator wall as the floor jolted, carrying them swiftly upward. He kissed exactly the way she remembered. Her insides were one big knot of tense longing. Her folds slipped against each other as she moved. He put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her pinned against the wall, a silent message that she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. “There’s so much about you I’ve missed,” he said, his lips moving against hers. “I’ve been arguing with myself about whether to come find you for the past ten years. And God, I want to fuck you.” The elevator doors opened. They stumbled out and stood in the hallway, entwined with each other. The hall was empty except for the two of them. Lise’s room was just past the corner from the elevator. “There’s one condition,” she panted as she led him around the turn. “What?” he asked, breathless. His eyes begged her and his expression told her he would do anything she asked, anything that would get her to open up and let him in. “Say you loved me. Say you always loved me. And mean it.” “I did love you.” His voice was hoarse. Desperate. “I do love you. I always will love you. You’re my female half. I hate the way I’ve never been able to forget you.” His voice grew stronger and louder as he spoke. By the time he finished the last sentence, his 13

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teeth were on edge. “Are you happy? Now that I’ve said it? Will you fucking fuck me now?” At that moment, Lise heard someone get off the elevator so she didn’t answer aloud. She only looked into Marcus’ eyes with an expression that she hoped was mysterious. She didn’t want him counting on too much from her too soon. Silently, though, she knew she couldn’t walk away from him now. By the time Lise swiped her keycard through the scanner at the door of her room, her arousal made every part of her body ache. She was going to sleep with him. There was no way around it. And now that she knew she was going to do it, there was no point in being angry with herself. She abandoned her entire body and mind to the fact that she and Marcus were about to make love again after all this time. Now that she had him in her arms again, he seemed so familiar, as if they’d hardly been apart at all. They stumbled across the threshold of her room and he kicked the door shut behind them with a loud bang. Within moments, they both fumbled their way to their knees on the closely woven carpet. He went back to kissing her. Her body trembled and her pussy was wet and quaking with need. His touch was as confident and sure as it had always been but something was different this time. He was rougher. He needed her more than he ever had in the past. She was sure of it. The room was a nice one, a large space with heavy fabrics on the furniture and original fine art on the walls instead of the usual generic images. Last night, she’d reveled in the sumptuous surroundings and loved snuggling between the eight hundred-count brushed cotton sheets. Now, she wouldn’t have minded if they’d been in the crappiest roadside motel. All that filled her senses was Marcus. He kneaded her breasts in his large hands, making her whimper with desire when his fingers pinched her nipples. He didn’t say another word to her. She halfway wanted him to speak. To tell her why he hadn’t tried to contact her before now after all this time. To tell her how much he’d missed her or how he’d dreamed of her at night and

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woken up with his sheets sticky with cum. At least she hoped those things were true. He didn’t say them though. Instead, the rough, needy way he pushed her to the floor said everything. Stiff carpet fibers poked through her thin shirt. With her face pressed into his shoulder, she breathed in the masculine smell of him. He smelled exactly the way she remembered him. A musky scent that, to her, defined male dominance. He stripped off his shirt and pushed her top up over her torso so she hardly had any choice but to pull it off over her head. The calluses on his palms scraped her sides and her belly. She let out a strangled moan. Remembering him, combined with having him kneeling over her now, made her insane with wanting him. Her folds felt thick and plump, as if they would explode into tremors if he so much as touched them. She scraped her nails down his front hard enough that she was sure she must be hurting him. He growled deep in his throat, a low, animal-like sound. He pressed himself full-length on top of her. With his face an inch from hers and his breath hot on her neck, he spoke. “I have a secret,” he said. He sounded darkly gleeful. “I’d be willing to bet you have a lot of secrets,” she breathed. The truth of her words made the hair on her arms stand on end. He made her nervous, both because she cared for him too much and because she sensed he was even more dangerous than he used to be. He grinned. “I didn’t book a hotel room.” She tilted her hips up toward him, feeling his cock painfully hard against the soft flesh above her mound. All she wanted was for the rest of their clothes to come off and for him to be inside her. But she managed to reply all the same. “Planning on sleeping on the street?” “No,” he said, slowly thrusting against her, “I’m planning on sleeping with you.” She wanted to push him away and at least make a show of pointing out that she wasn’t so easy. But she was already too far gone. He’d known he could count on her letting him into her bed and he’d been right. His confidence made her angry. She arched against him, making an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat. 15

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“That’s it,” he said. “Fight me. Make me show you that you’re mine.” “I’m not yours,” she snarled. Throwing her body to one side, she managed to roll out from under him. He was up on his knees in half a second. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. With her facing him, both of them on their knees again, he kissed her roughly and pinched both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed the erect nubs so hard they hurt. She squeaked in a pleasurable pain that made her heart race. He took the skin of her neck between his teeth, biting hard enough to prove he could have hurt her if he’d wanted to but not hard enough to leave a mark. The calculating bastard probably would have left a mark if he hadn’t known she had to teach tomorrow and expose the smooth flesh of her throat in front of dozens of students. Without warning, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and put her on her back on the floor. He didn’t drop her hard enough to rattle her teeth together but he wasn’t gentle either. He stepped quickly out of his pants, stripped off her pants with expert movements and put a hand between her legs, pressed against the labia and rubbed his rough palm over the wildly sensitive skin and curling hairs. Everywhere he touched, sheer wetness glided between her skin and his, a smooth feeling punctuated by sharp moments of sensation when his calluses caught her flesh and fired off her nerve endings. She must be soaked. Without trying to, she bucked her hips, pressing herself harder against him. He chuckled and she both loved him and hated him for being so totally in control of the situation—and of her—the same way he’d always been. When she was on the verge of begging him to stop and fill her with his cock, he paused, his hand motionless, resting lightly against her. A drop of moisture rolled from her pussy down the curve of her butt cheek. They hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights in the room and in the dim grayness he looked sinewy and perfect, more animal than man. “What do you want, Lise?” he whispered. “How can I pleasure you?”

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She was almost beyond speaking but she managed to croak out one short sentence. “Just fuck me,” she said. He reached into her bag, which she’d dropped on the floor when they entered the room. He pulled out the two yoga straps she carried with her whenever she taught. “I have a couple of conditions first myself,” he said, almost as if he was only speaking to himself. He managed to sound cheerful and tough at the same time. She had a pretty good idea what he planned to do with the straps. She moved faster than he did, turning onto both knees and one hand, facing him. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his cock and held it firmly. His sudden gasp gave her more satisfaction that she could have imagined. “My turn first,” she said. She licked painfully slowly over the smooth, hard head of his penis—or at least she hoped it was painfully slowly for him. On her second pass over the swollen tip, she tasted the salt of pre-cum and loved it. As her tongue made a slow circle around the ridge at the base of the head of his cock, his body shuddered and he groaned. Good. Very good. He was always the one running the show. It was time to make him want her so much he hurt. If she could, she would make him beg her. She hadn’t counted on how much stronger he was. She stroked the length of his cock with her hand, feeling the thick veins under the skin. He grasped her by the upper arms and lifted her easily. As he rose to his feet, she followed suit involuntarily and stood up too. He scooped up the straps and pushed her onto her back on the bed. “Marcus,” she said, “it’s was my turn.” Her turn to tease him. To turn him on. “That’s what you think,” he said under his breath. He coiled one end of one of the straps around both her wrists and tied the other end to the bedpost. A surge of rebelliousness flowed through her. She jerked at the bond but only succeeded in tightening the loop around her wrists. The wide, woven canvas strap bit into her flesh. “You’re way too addicted to being in charge,” she hissed as he tied the other strap around her right ankle, leaving the other foot free. She could spread her legs but she couldn’t get away. He tightened the strap—hard. “Ow!” 17

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“Of course I want to be in charge,” he said. “You didn’t figure that out?” “I’ve always known that,” she said. He secured the other end of the second strap to the post at the foot of the bed and then traced his fingers maddeningly along her thigh. “I mean in charge as in tying you up. Whipping you.” He leaned over and bit the soft, tender curve of her inner thigh where it was most sensitive. For a moment she drew in a sharp breath of pleasure and then cried out in pain. He righted himself. Her thigh throbbed. “Biting you until you bleed,” he added. “You didn’t—” she started, lifting her head in the hopes of seeing what damage he’d done to her with his teeth. “Draw blood?” he filled in for her. “Not this time.” She thought he should have said that with a laugh. He should have been joking. But he seemed all too serious. The pain of the bite made her even more aroused and she felt caught between her desire to beg him to bring her to orgasm and give her some release from this ecstatic tension—and kicking him with her free leg for being so confusing. So able to make her want him. He pushed her unbound leg away from him, forcing her to spread her thighs. Not that she would have complained if she’d had a choice. At this point, he could do anything to her he pleased. In a voice so low she wasn’t sure if she was hearing him right, he said, “It’s always my turn.” He stretched himself out between her legs and took her swollen clit into his mouth. She felt as if her body was being washed by warm rain. For a moment he didn’t move, just sucked gently on the throbbing nub. Her pussy pulsed and tiny tremors ran through her clit. She was on the verge of orgasm. “I need to come,” she panted. “Please.” In response, he slid his tongue over her clit so slowly she gripped his hair in frustration. She felt his low chuckle vibrating against her.

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“Please!” she said again, tightening her fingers into painful fists. He was torturing her and she wished she could make him hurt too. Instead of speeding up his strokes the way she wanted him to, he lifted his head “No. Not until I decide it’s time.” She strained both hands against the straps, wanting to be free so she could give herself release. The straps pinched her wrists sharply. He stroked a hand over her mound and down her upper thigh, looking down at her as if admiring a beautiful sculpture. She trembled. He lowered his mouth to her achingly slowly. She wasn’t sure which she wanted to do more, kiss him or slap him. As it was, she could do neither. She could only wait and feel her clit swell to the bursting point as he breathed on it hotly. When his tongue touched her again, she melted into climax. Long, slow shudders rolled through her. Wordless cries escaped her with every wave of pleasure and white light burst behind her eyelids. Marcus kept his mouth on her until the tide of her orgasm slowed to a few smaller quakes. Then he lifted his head “Oh Lise,” he said as if she was in serious trouble, “I didn’t say it was time.” “It was never up to you,” she answered, panting. As she spoke she realized she was talking about more than tonight. She was talking about everything that had happened between them before. He lowered himself to one elbow beside her, pressing his long, broad erection against the side of her thigh. Moisture from the tip kissed her skin, cooling her flesh when he moved. Because she knew he wanted her and was probably much farther gone into his need than he would let on, she felt her own excitement building again. “One thing I’ve never been able to control,” he said, “is the fact that I love you.” She lifted her head. “Love?” You call that love? Going after other women like I was chopped liver? I wasn’t anything to you except a piece of—”

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He cut her off. “Don’t say it.” His jaw tensed. She could see the taut muscle appear as he clenched his teeth. The golden brown eyes shifted as he looked away from her. “It wasn’t like that.” She curved her body toward him, unable to resist the magnetism between them even though she was permanently pissed off at him. “What was it, then?” she asked, a hard edge to her voice. He sighed audibly. “You scare me, Lise. You scare the crap out of me.”

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Chapter Two After those words, a moment of silence followed in the air-conditioned plushness of the room. “What?” she asked softly. “Why should I scare you? You, of all people, have nothing to be afraid of.” “Look, I wasn’t perfect. And I’m still not perfect. Don’t think I don’t know that. But I— Well, if I was going to compare you to food, it sure as hell wouldn’t be chopped liver. It would be—maybe strawberries. Sweet and wild.” Somehow, coming from him, the flattering talk didn’t seem cheap or rehearsed. It seemed real. “And,” he continued, “you’re wrong about that whole business of chasing other women. It really wasn’t the way you think. I should have explained it all to you but I was afraid of driving you away.” “You drove me away anyway,” she said softly. “I wanted you to think you were leaving for a regular sort of reason,” he answered, his voice hoarse and low. “One that would make sense to you. I didn’t want you to know what I am. Besides, I found you again.” Suddenly and swiftly, he stretched himself full-length on top of her. “Untie me,” she told him, trying to sound commanding and realizing as she spoke that instead the order sounded pretty thin coming from the person who was held captive. “Only if you let me tell you what I was afraid of,” he answered. His cool façade dropped for a moment as he spoke the words. “That’s a deal,” she said. “Good. But first I have to punish you for jumping the gun.” He knelt above her. His broad chest made him look imposing, almost frightening, in the dimness. He reached 21

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down and untied her ankles, keeping the strap folded in one hand. As the expert fingers of his other hand tantalizingly stroked the outside of her folds, he let the doubled strap trail over her upper thighs. His fingers dipped between her labia and smoothed slick moisture over her tender flesh. Unexpectedly and abruptly, he cracked the long ends of the strap down on her thigh, just hard enough to sting. She jumped, wildly startled. Her heart raced. A new flood of arousal made her pussy ache even more. Her inner walls trembled. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten rough with her. But it had been so long. And she hadn’t expected it. The fading sharpness where he’d struck her sent out rays of heat to her whole torso. “What did you mean…when you said…you didn’t want me to know what you are?” she managed to ask. He took his hand away from her pussy. The absence of his touch filled her with furious longing. He lay down beside her, pressing his erection into her hip, a reminder that even though he seemed to be in control he needed her just as much as she needed him. He nuzzled his face against the soft flesh of her breast. He took the tense, peaked nipple into his mouth and licked the tip with agonizing slowness. She writhed, trying to twist sideways and press her mound against his cock. Without stopping what he was doing, he chuckled at her failed efforts. “If you’re going to drive me insane, at least answer my question,” she growled. He lifted his head with a sigh. His face was still close to her breast. “There are things that are part of me that I don’t think you would want to share,” he said, his voice thick and his breath hot on her skin. When she replied, she heard the lust making her own voice smoky and heavy. “How do you know when you’ve never asked?” With a sudden, loud snapping sound, the strap cracked down over her stomach. She yelped in pleasure-pain and surprise. As blood rushed to the spot where the strap had struck her, her cunt tightened, ready for another climax. It would only take one 22

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touch. She was sure. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted. If what he’d wanted was more of this—this roughness, putting her in bondage without asking her permission—he could bring it on. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you liked that,” he said. The strap cracked down again, harder this time. “Ow!” she said reflexively. But in reality the sharp sensation pushed her even closer to orgasm, although she didn’t want to let him know that. It was something about the intensity of the mild pain, combined with the fact that he seemed so calculating, so determined to make her love whatever he did to her. The strap came down a third time on the same spot. It stung more than the first two. She broke open. Her orgasm washed over her and her whole body shook. She strained against the binding on her wrists, not trying to get away this time, just unable to lie still. The waves took a long time to subside. Through it all, he slid his hands over her body as if in reverence for her beauty and pleasure. When she finally lay quietly, he untied her wrists and flung both straps aside. He reached for his pants on the floor and pulled his wallet from the pocket. Moments later she recognized the sound of a condom being unwrapped. “Let me,” she said. Her voice came out hoarse. She must have been screaming a moment before, though she didn’t remember it. She got to her knees and unrolled the condom over his cock, which was huge, pulsing with desire. She reached up to brush his hair back. His forehead was damp with sweat. “My God,” he said. “Watching you like that. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” When she took him in her arms, she could feel him trembling under her hands. He was as far gone as she’d been. She was sure of it. He’d never been the kind of guy to admit when he was smitten, when he couldn’t walk away. But she was sure he was there now—bound to her by a tie that, even if it wasn’t love, had just as much power over both of them. 23

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He guided her down to the mattress on her side and lay facing her, his skin slick with sweat. His cock was wide but she was soft, soaking wet and ready for him. He slid inside her as if they were made for each other. She wrapped her uppermost thigh around his buttocks and held onto the back of his neck. His fingers dug into her ribs. Her pussy gripped his shaft with the aftershocks of her climax. As he thrust slowly in and out, everything she felt seemed magnified by the fact that she’d already come twice. She didn’t want this to end but at the same time it was so intense that she hoped she could stand it. After a few moments, he shook his head. “Too slow. I need to come.” He shifted her onto her back easily, without his cock leaving her cunt. That was one of the big advantages of having a yoga expert for a partner—he knew how to maneuver both their bodies. That was her last coherent thought for a few minutes. Once she was on her back and he could pound into her as fast as he wanted, all thinking ceased. Her body was liquid fire. His breathing sounded harsh in her ear. He pushed so deeply into her that she thought she could feel him all the way to her navel. Her channel tightened and tension built inside her, bringing her closer to another climax. His cock felt even larger and stiffer inside her as he quickened his strokes. He groaned into her ear and she felt him shudder. The fact that she knew he was coming was hot enough to push her over the edge. She felt as if she was melting away, becoming nothing but sound and light as her muscles milked him. “Oh, yeah,” she thought she heard him breathe when he finally lay still. When they’d cooled off enough to breathe normally, they turned on one of the dim lamps above the bed. She saw the flush that still colored his chest and neck. They ordered room service and lounged on the bed as if they belonged together. The situation seemed more ordinary and natural than she would have expected. A feeling of calm bliss filled her, though she wasn’t sure whether it came from being in the company of the man whom she felt more strongly about than anyone else in the world, 24

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or the fact that she’d just had three earthshaking orgasms. Either way, it didn’t matter. All she wanted to do for the moment was enjoy this time with him. He lay on his side, stretched out naked next to her, propped up on one elbow. He took her hand in his. His touch was gentle, unlike earlier. “I haven’t told you what I am, Lise. That’s a big part of what happened when you left.” He frowned, his darkly handsome face close to hers. “I received my initiation as a Shadow Tantra master two days after the last time I saw you.” Shadow Tantra? What was that? Tantra, so commonly thought to refer only to sex, was really a term that encompassed a broad spectrum of yogic traditions. She’d never heard of a tradition called Shadow Tantra before. “I should have told you,” he said in response to her questioning look. His voice didn’t sound sorry though. “I didn’t know how. I figured you would run away hating me. Better to have you run away thinking we couldn’t be together for some ordinary reason. Not because of this.” He turned sideways, showing her the snake tattoo that crawled over his upper arm and slithered over the smooth skin of his shoulder. She’d noticed it in passing when she first saw him downstairs but now she looked more closely. The tattoo appeared to move and writhe, a trick of the low lighting. She blinked and it was still again. Or was it? She could almost swear it was looking at her from its one inky eye. The last time she’d seen him, the skin had been a warm peach tone, smooth and unmarked. “This symbolizes who I am. What I’ve become,” he said. She brushed her fingers over the darkened marks on his skin. “A snake?” He took her hand and rubbed his thumbs over her palm, spreading her fingers wide. He flicked his tongue over the flesh between her middle finger and ring finger, making her gasp. Her clit pulsed. “No,” he replied, his voice dark and serious. “The snake symbolizes the energy that rises up from the base of the spine. When it reaches the crown of the head, it brings enlightenment. For a member of the Shadow Tantra order, it also brings certain—abilities.” 25

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“Like?” He cupped a hand at the small of her back to hold her steady and then rested his forehead against hers. The tip of his now-hard cock brushed her thigh. Rivulets of desire pulsed through her channel. His forehead seemed to warm up, heating her brow like the sun on a hot summer day. No. She must be imagining that. But it felt real. The warmth spread through her face until she was sure she was darkly flushed. She felt as if a strong wind was pulling her entire body, bringing her warmth and bliss. And then she felt his desire as well as her own. She not only knew what it was like—she felt every one of his sensations of excitement as if it was happening in her own body. The thick, aching engorgement of his cock. The feeling of his rapid heartbeat. Of his tight, clenched belly, filled with energy ready to uncoil and unleash itself into her. His desire combined with hers was too much. She couldn’t hold herself upright any longer and she collapsed into his arms. He held her softly and surely. As the connection between their foreheads broke, her awareness of his sensations faded. She looked up into his face. “How did you do that?” “That’s just part of what a Shadow Tantra master can do,” he said. She regained a steady footing and he released her. “Ten years ago, I tried to make you angry. Pushed you into leaving of your own accord. Because I didn’t want to—hurt you. In ways you couldn’t have thought of.” She cupped his balls in her hand. His scrotum felt large and heavy in her palm. Her hand seemed small in comparison to any part of him. “It hurt me when you said we could never be together as a couple,” she said. “That part was true,” he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead as he spoke. “We can’t be. There are reasons.” His balls felt round and full, ready to send more semen pumping into her. “I don’t care about that right now,” she said. “Let’s go again. And use that trick. Make me feel what you feel. Everything.” 26

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“Wait,” he said, though his voice rasped with need. “There’s something else.” She continued to cup him with one hand. With the other hand, she rubbed the base of his cock. Making an inarticulate noise, he reached out and gripped her upper arms so hard it hurt. “Something I should have told you earlier,” he managed to say between ragged breaths. That made her pause. “What?” For a few seconds, all she heard was the sound of his breathing in the quiet room. As for her, she was holding her breath. What hadn’t he told her? It could be anything. But it wasn’t likely to be something good. “I’m a vampire,” he finally whispered. After a second of stunned silence, she broke out laughing. “Good one,” she said. The sound of her giggles rolled into the empty air around him until she realized he wasn’t laughing with her and stopped. “I’m serious.” He rubbed his thumb over her eyebrow with painful slowness. That simple gesture made her want to devour him. No other man had ever had such power to make her wild with wanting him. “I take people’s energy. I make it mine.” “Come on, Marcus. You’re not seriously telling me you drink blood.” She pressed herself closer to him. His chest hair pricked her nipples. Already peaked, the nipples swelled more and she could imagine him sucking them, flicking his tongue over the hard nubs. She needed him to get past whatever this metaphorical vampire stuff was and fuck her again. Quickly. “Not blood.” As if reading her mind, he cupped both her breasts in his hands and circled the areolas with his thumbs. Her pussy throbbed. She tilted her head up and ran her tongue slowly along the harshly stubbled edge of his jaw. His skin tasted like salt. The tiny pinpricks of new beard growth were like sandpaper. She loved that small hint of pain. With her face close to his throat, she felt him swallow. “Those of us who belong to the Shadow Tantra Order steal people’s energy. Their life force.” She opened her mouth to speak but he clamped a hand behind her neck, applying just enough pressure 27

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to force her to look up at him without hurting her. “When I have sex with another person, I establish a connection and drain a portion of their energy. I take that energy for myself. We do it for the greater good though. A Shadow Tantra master is sworn to spend his life trying to bring people to spiritual enlightenment. If we fail at that, we must try to do some good in the world in other ways. And we can do good. We have more energy, more power, than ordinary humans. But the price is that we have to steal that power.” The shadows in the room seemed menacing. “If this is a game,” Lise said, “I don’t like it.” Abruptly, he put a hand between her legs, keeping the other hand clamped on the back of her neck. He slid two hot fingers into her pussy. “Do you want me again?” he said in her ear, sounding harsh. “Yes,” she panted without hesitation. “Good,” he said, “because I’m about to fuck you again.” He pushed her onto the bed and stood over her for what must have been a couple of seconds but felt like an eternity. She rubbed a hand over her drenched folds, feeling her skin ignite under her own touch. He stood over her, his cock jutting upward, his form looking large and muscular and absolutely desirable. The only thing she wanted in all the universe at that moment was for him to bury himself in her to the balls and fuck her until they were both too exhausted to move a muscle. Instead of lowering himself to her, he spoke again. “It’s not a joke.” She sat up and grabbed his wrist roughly, pulling him toward her. Her strength hardly seemed to sway him though. When he dropped to his knees on top of the bed she was sure it was of his own accord. His legs straddled hers as she sat upright and he knelt over her. “Prove it,” she said. A shadow passed over his face. Was that hesitation? She didn’t think she’d ever seen Marcus hesitate over anything before. “You asked for it,” he said in a low voice. His hand flicked to the bedside table where he’d put his wallet and he had another 28

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condom out of its foil in what seemed like little more than the blink of an eye. He handed it to her and she unrolled it over his swollen cock, letting her nails trail lightly over his skin at strategic moments, making him hiss—whether with pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. He threw her onto her back again and plunged his full length into her without warning. She screamed. After only a couple of thrusts, he maneuvered her up into a sitting position again with a few quick, expert movements. He was so strong and so skilled at lifting her that it was as if he could make her levitate or move her body with his thoughts. Her skin was slick with sweat and she couldn’t tell if it was hers or his. He bit her shoulder hard. She cried out. “A vampire, are you?” she teased breathlessly when she could speak. “I told you that you asked for it,” he said. His voice was hard, without his usual control. He continued thrusting in and out, making her cunt feel alive and wild with wanting more of him, wanting him deeper inside. But he kept the pace steady as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her. The moment their lips met and their tongues touched, she felt it. That same delicious pulling sensation she’d felt earlier when he connected with her and let her feel his sensations. But it was stronger now. It connected to every part of her. It gave her more pleasure than she’d ever known. He couldn’t really be stealing her energy. That wasn’t possible. This felt too good, too right. Too much like he was giving to her instead of taking away. It made her feel as if every cell in her body was aroused, needing to come. Forget erogenous zones. She wanted to come with every part of her. Just as she thought every cell in her body would explode with pleasure, he slapped her back. “On your knees.” There was no thought in her mind other than obeying him. He withdrew and she turned and got onto all fours on the bed, tilting her ass up toward him. The pulling sensation continued, as if all of her belonged to him.

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“Do you want to feel what I feel again?” he asked, clasping her hips between his hands. “God yes,” she answered, swiveling her ass, silently begging him to fill her. As she said the word “yes” he connected with her as he had when they were standing up. This time the heat began in his hands and spread throughout her body. And she felt his aching, swollen cock. Felt how it cooled in the air, drenched by her juices. She saw herself through his eyes, how her round ass was ready for him, thick red folds presented to him between pale butt cheeks. She saw how gorgeous and how hot she looked to him. And—strangest of all—she felt how much he loved her. The feeling of tenderness swelled her heart. It was painful. His love was mixed with certainty that he couldn’t stay by her side. Not longer than one night at a time. She had no chance to contemplate the feelings he’d just shared with her through their silent bond, because at that moment he pressed the tip of his cock against her opening and gripped her harder. Later she would have bruises over her hipbones where his fingers now grasped her. She was sure of it. And she didn’t care. The flash of their combined pleasure blinded her as he slid his full length inside her. Her whole lower belly felt stretched and filled. God, she’d forgotten how huge he was. No other man she’d known came close. She’d also forgotten how good he was at finding those supersensitive spots inside her, angling himself in just the right way to make her choke back a scream. Going down to her elbows, she twisted one of the pillows in her fists. Maybe he isn’t guessing at where those spots are, she thought. Maybe he can feel what I feel too. And then all thought fled as he deepened his thrusts, making short, sharp, rough exhalations each time he buried himself in her fully. She couldn’t help it. She screamed. “Oh yeah,” he breathed behind her. Having him take her from behind was almost more than she could handle. It always had been. He was so well endowed that from this angle he filled her almost too 30

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completely. She clenched the pillow more tightly like a soldier biting a bullet, trying to endure something too intense to stand. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of the harsh pleasure that edged on pain, he withdrew. In answer to her whimper of loss, his fingers found the juices that ran down her legs. He scooped the wetness and spread it around the tight opening of her anus. What are you doing? she wanted to ask him but the words wouldn’t come. It didn’t matter. She would do anything he asked right now. Anything. She gasped, feeling sharp, sweet pain as he slid one of his large fingers into her ass. She moaned and gripped the pillow harder. “You know you like it,” he said, his voice sounding dangerous, as smooth as honey. “You can’t pretend anything now.” She’d been right. He could feel her feelings when he connected with her. Her tight rear channel pulsed around his finger. He slid a second finger inside her and she felt as if she had to gasp for breath because the sensation was so strong. Her muscles rippled around him. She couldn’t tell if her body was drawing him in or pushing him away. She wanted both, wanted to pull him in and make him part of her and also wanted to send him away. He was right. He wasn’t normal. He’d always carried powerful energy with him but now she wasn’t even sure he was human. He was something more. A psychic vampire. But those words didn’t feel right. He was more than a man—he was energy in flux. A Shadow Tantra master. “Do you want me to make you mine?” he rasped. His voice had become lower and rougher. “You mean…” She trailed off, not wanting to say the words. She didn’t know what she wanted. Either she never wanted to see him again after tonight or she never wanted to leave his side. “There is no forever, Lise,” he said, his voice a harsh backdrop to the steady rhythm of his fingers. The combination made her shake. A bead of sweat rolled between her breasts. “There’s only now. Do you want me to make you mine now?” 31

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She didn’t want to answer him. She didn’t want to belong to him. But she was already his. At least in this moment, she belonged to him in body and soul. She couldn’t fight it. “Yes.” The broken word came from between her lips as if of its own will. “Good,” he said with a deep note of certainty that confirmed her sense that he’d been sure of her all along. His fingers withdrew. She felt him scoop moisture from her pussy and she looked back over her shoulder, watching him spread the sweetly pungent liquid over his cock. Her body shivered. She wanted him back. She got what she wanted—times two. He pushed his thick cock past the tight ring of muscle at the opening of her anus. His feelings of sweet pleasure hit her at the same moment she felt a hot wave of her own pleasure-pain that made her sink her teeth into the pillow. Her body went weak. Her mind was blank except for waves of unbelievable pleasure. She’d expected this to hurt and it did. But the pain was eclipsed by his ecstasy, which she felt through his mind, his thoughts. “I can’t—” she said weakly. “Shh,” he told her. “You can.” She held onto the pillow as if it was her anchor in a stormy sea and she rode waves of sensation beyond anything she would have thought she could feel. She was vaguely aware that he was being gentle with her ass, taking care not to hurt her enough to overwhelm the pleasure or damage her inside. But mostly she only knew the feelings of her own that took place in her body—and his feelings in her mind. As if from far away, his voice reached her. “Fuck yourself,” he commanded in a tone that allowed no disobedience. Although she thought she couldn’t take anything more, she did as he told her. She propped herself on her left hand and reached her right hand between her legs. Tendrils of damp, sweaty hair clung to her face and shoulders. Where the locks dragged across her skin as she moved her head, she felt intense pleasure, as if her whole body had been transformed into a single seamless erogenous zone.

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When she touched herself, she heard her own strangled cry as if it came from someone else. Her clit was more swollen than she had known it could be. It seemed to beg for her fingers to stroke it and she was sure it would burst into spasms of climax at any second. She couldn’t last long. “That’s it,” Marcus said in answer to her choked scream. “Make yourself come. And you’ll make me come too. You’re mine.” The low, sinister way he said those words made him sound like the dark master he claimed to be. Impossibly, her excitement climbed another few notches without release. She was sure she’d already passed the greatest possible height of arousal. But still she held on at the brink of orgasm. Her whole body tensed and shuddered. “I need to come,” she moaned. “I need to so badly. I want to come for you.” “No,” he said, catching her attention even in the almost unreachable state she was caught in. “Don’t come for me. Come for you. Because you want to.” Moments after he said those words, the tension that filled every muscle in her body shattered. As she came, she could feel herself squeezing him with long, slow tremors. Any pain she’d felt when he entered her anus was gone, replaced by bliss—hers and his. Even while lost in blinding sensations, she was aware of energy wrapping all around her and pulling, sucking at her entire being. It was as if something was trying to steal life force from every part of her. The feeling was blissful even though it felt wrong and dark. The pulling sensation was like a cloud around her, caressing her into pleasure hotter than the blue center of a flame. But at the same time it drained her. She could feel herself growing weaker. No! She silently screamed the word. She was not his. She didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t some plaything he could use. She was the greatest lover of his life and she wasn’t going to let him forget it. And she wasn’t going to let him steal her energy. With a wordless cry, she gathered the invisible force that hovered around her. She drew it into her body as if she was drinking it in through every pore. 33

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In an instant, everything reversed. Instead of feeling drained, she was energized. Powerful. She felt as if she was alive, humming. She almost believed her body was made of brilliant light. Marcus’ voice stretched itself on the air behind her in a low groan. As her climax continued to rock her from head to toe, she regained her senses and her ability to think rationally. As she did, she realized he was as far gone as she had been a moment before. She smiled to herself, deeply satisfied that she had pushed the great, utterly controlled Marcus Blair to drop his façade and give up his control. It was only for a moment but it was enough. He was hers.

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Chapter Three In the morning, she woke and opened her eyes to find him staring at her. He laughed and his golden brown irises warmed with caring and humor. She studied him for a moment while she oriented herself. That bizarre energy exchange last night—had it been real? It couldn’t have been. But all the same, she felt strangely alive. She was buzzing with a larger-than-life sense of well-being. She hadn’t felt this good in—well, ever. His eyes were still on her. “You’ve been watching me,” she admonished. “You’re so beautiful when you sleep,” he replied, chuckling. “That’s an old line,” she said but couldn’t help smiling as she said it. “I said it because it’s true.” He kissed the tip of her nose. He hadn’t changed at all. He still infuriated her by acting as if he planned to love her for a lifetime when she knew that in reality he was going to leave her alone any minute. “You’re beautiful when you’re awake too.” In the morning light that made its way around the heavy drapes at the window, his story about being an energy vampire seemed silly and farfetched. “Did you suck my life force last night?” Under the covers, he found her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. His skin made hers ignite. “You’d better believe I tried.” She stretched her free hand over her head, feeling free and wonderful. “Impossible. I don’t feel like you drained me.” He laughed again. “That’s because I failed miserably. Ever since my initiation, I’ve been able to take people’s life force whenever I had sex. Not enough to hurt them. Only

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enough to keep me so full of energy that people can attain enlightenment just by being near me. Touching me. Or taking one of my classes.” “That’s ridiculous,” she said, laughing. He continued to smile and look into her eyes. “You are joking. Right?” she asked. “I’m not joking. And you’re the first person I haven’t been able to drain. I think you’re immune to me.” He traced his thumb down her torso and over the curve of her belly. She sucked in a sharp breath, pussy tingling with the memory of last night and the anticipation of more. His eyes narrowed as he turned more serious. “You took my energy instead.” “I still think you’re making all this up,” she said, surprised at how breathless he had made her so quickly. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe not. Either way, you should get dressed. Don’t you teach an eight o’clock workshop?” His hand moved lower, brushing lightly over her mound. His touch made her shiver and convinced her he didn’t really want her to get dressed. Yet. She looked at the clock. It was seven fifteen. “Yep.” She reached under the covers and found that he was as hard as he’d been the night before. She stroked the taut skin of his cock. “What did you do,” she said in a low voice, “memorize my whole schedule?” “Yes,” he replied. He sounded completely serious. “Why would I be immune to you?” she pressed. “Maybe because you’ve worked on your energy for so long in your yoga practice. Because you’re so powerful in your own right.” He slid a finger between her labia and teased the edge of her opening. Every nerve in her body came alive. “And if I drained you,” she asked, “how come you don’t look exhausted?” She couldn’t help grinning as she silently thought and how soon can I drain you again?

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He answered her while continuing to lightly stroke her at the same time. “I have plenty of energy to spare.” He smiled, still teasing her. Heat gathered around the slick feeling of his finger’s caresses. “My flight leaves right after the conference ends this evening. But I’ll see you again.” His hand left her pussy. He grasped one of her wrists in each of his hands and pinned one arm at her side while pinning her other arm over her head. He rolled so he was partway on top of her. “I guarantee it.” “How can you be so sure?” she asked, her voice weak with desire. “Because I’ll find you when I want to. You can’t hide from me.” “What makes you think I would hide from you?” As she spoke, she edged herself all the way underneath him. “I don’t think you would,” he said, pressing his rigid cock into her thigh. “I think you should hide from me. You may not stay immune from me forever. I could start stealing your energy. Either that or I’ll turn you into a Shadow Tantra initiate yourself— since you’re obviously ripe for it. Either way, I won’t stop pursuing you. I want you. Over and over.” Lise moaned in pleasure as she lost herself in another kiss of entanglement with the Tantra master. Maybe he was right. Maybe she should run away from him and never look back. But she knew she would let him find her. Over and over.

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About the Author Alexis Canto has taken over her family’s dining room. She lives there and reigns as queen of a laptop keyboard at all hours of the night. She plays guitar occasionally, sings in the car a lot and once cooked up her own batch of homemade deodorant. Alexis no longer gets to compete in board games that involve wordplay because she always wins and it’s no fun for anyone else. As a child she played Satan in a middle school stage production, but as a thirty-something author her only evil is a hardcore addiction to writing.

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