Page 3 of Stolen By the Necromancer

“Now, Genevieve, sometimes the best experiences in life come to those who overcome that little nagging voice in the back of their mind and give themselves over to thepossibilities.”

I wanted to. My entire body seemed to be on fire, my pussy already moist with desire, just from his closeness. But the alarm in my head which was never wrong was blaring.

Run. Escape. Get away!It screamed.

I’d nearly gotten enough power built up within me to pull away, break whatever hold he had on me, when he lowered his lips to mine. That was the moment that I knew I was lost.

Chapter 2

Nero

Mmm. The power. I could feel it surging through me as I brushed my lips across hers. She was fighting the magic I was using to draw her to me. I could feel the internal struggle within her, but regardless of how powerful she was, she had no idea how to use the power contained within her, making her ripe for the plucking. If she knew how to use her powers then she’d be a force to be reckoned with.

Her lips parted as she moaned softly, inviting me in. With expected ease, I deepened the kiss, my hands caressing her ass as I rubbed my erection against her. As our tongues dueled, a shot of desire and power raced through me.

Not wanting to waste another minute, not when I had her wrapped up so tightly in the spell I’d cast, I picked her up, her skirt bunching up at her hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding tight to me, while I made my way through the crowd to the back of the club, near the exit, away from prying eyes.

I didn’t need her friends pulling her attention from me and breaking the spell I’d weaved around us. My hold on her was tentative as it was.

She moaned a second time, her fingers digging into my shoulders, as my lips left hers and worked their way along her jaw and to the side of her neck, just below the ear.

“What are you doing to me?” she sighed as she tilted her head to the side, allowing me access to the silky flesh of her neck. Her legs tightened around my waist and she rubbed her mound against my rock-solid cock.

I hesitated, a smirk spreading across my lips. What was I doing indeed...

Damn, she smelled incredible. Like I’d stepped into a rose garden. And the feel of her against me, her body so beautifully soft and feminine. It was a shame that this beautywasn’t going to live out the life she was meant to. If I had a heart, I’d feel sorrow for what the world was going to lose in two weeks’time.

I wanted to devour her here and now. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and taste the nectar of her core.

Noticing a stool with a high back by the exit door, I took a quick glance around us. No one was even noticing us, we were too far out of the way of the dance floor and down the hallway.

Fuck it. Just a little taste.

Just one taste, here and now to quench my craving for her. By the time I was done with her, I’d have her falling to her knees, begging me for more. Grabbing her thighs a little tighter, I pulled her tight to my body again and carried her the extra ten feet to the stool and set heron it.

Genevieve

I was vaguely aware of him taking me further into the shadows. The sound of voices had dimmed, the music was the only sound I could hear now. The thump of the music and the thumping of my heart.

“What’s happening?” I asked as I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. It felt like I was intoxicated, but I hadn’t drunk enough to be tipsy. Alcohol didn’t explain the way he was making me feel.

His hand snaked to my neck, gripping it with his large, powerful hand while the other hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers inching their way up to the apex.“Just let go, Genevieve, stop fighting it and I’llmake you feel better than you’veever felt before.”

Before I could reply, his lips were on me again, just as his other hand slid under my panties, a finger slipping between my moist folds.

The haze in my mind thickened, like I was drugged, but I knew that couldn’t be. Thiswasn’t intoxication. The feeling was something else entirely, it was blocking all reason. This was crazy. And it sure as hellwasn’t like me. I was a virgin, not some club pick-me girl who hooked up with random men for a bout of public sex.

But it felt so damned good.

As he pulled his lips from mine, he slipped a finger into my welcoming core.

I cried out as I looked up into those dark onyx pools. My fingers worked the buttons on his shirt, pulling it open so they could explore the heated muscle beneath. Tearing my gaze from his, I looked down at his chest. The muscle flexed as my fingertips traced the contours, pushing the shirt side.

My gaze landed on a tattoo on the left side of his chest. An elaborately designed pentagram with an inscription in a language I couldn’t understand, and symbols I didn’t recognize. I gave my head a shake, hoping to regain some of my sanity, when his finger stroked the inner wall of my pussy.

A flare of pleasure rushed through me.

I cried out, as my fingernails dug into his chest. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the wall as I allowed the waves of pleasure to crash over me.

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