» "It is a frisky lark with an oversexed he-man, who manages to bring out the nymphomanic in a sadly neglected librarian whose low self esteem absolutely does not let her see herself with the same eyes as Seamus. A Paige Turner indeed. Irresistible chemistry, impossible to put down. Fun stuff." Maîtresse, Rating: 9

» "Melissa Schroeder has written a deliciously erotic tale that I devoured in one greedy gulp. I'm now planning to read the first two tales of this incredibly engaging series." Jolie, Joyfully Reviewed

Seamus found her as he did every night-- sleeping peacefully. This night, though, she was not in her bed, but it did not matter. She was his siren and he would always find her. He lifted her off the divan and into his arms. She curled against him, her head against his chest, over his heart. He laid her on the bed. After pulling her clothes from her body, he joined her on the bed. For a moment, he did nothing but hold her close, enjoying the feel of her skin next to his, their hearts beating in rhythm. But her soul called to him and he had to respond.

He moved his palm over her nipple. It pebbled at the slight touch and he groaned. A woman had never responded as readily as the one who joined him each night in his dreams. Unable to resist, he bent his head and touched his tongue to the tip. She moaned as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Molding her hands against his head she urged him closer. Seamus surrendered to his need.

The moment he took the nipple into his mouth she arched. Sweet Jesu, the woman was delicious. There was a fire within her. It was tamed, hidden. Each night he returned, he reveled in causing the spark and building it into a raging inferno. It wasn’t hard with the way she reacted to him.

He replaced his mouth with his hand as he moved to her other nipple. Her moans were growing, and he knew from scent of her arousal that she was close. Too close. The moment she climaxed she would disappear, taking her warmth with her. Seamus wanted her to stay. He needed her beside him.

Shaking himself free of her hold, he moved down her body, nipping at her soft skin. He settled himself between her legs and drew in a deep breath. His cock pulsed with need. When she called to him each night, he was helpless to resist. His soul responded to her, even if he tried to fight her. He brushed his fingers over the red hair, dewy with her arousal. Her legs moved restlessly on the bed. He smiled. She might drive him insane but he took satisfaction in her pleasure.

He allowed his hand to drift lower, barely touching her slit. She planted her feet on the bed and tried to lift herself against his hand.

“Impatience will not help, my love.”

Her frustrated growl brought a smile to his face. Seamus the Warrior did not want a meek woman. He needed a woman to match his strength.

“Please.”

He was helpless to resist her request. Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her. As it did every night, the moment he placed his mouth on her sex, the taste of her exploded through him. Sweet and tangy, it wound through him, heating his blood from hot to boiling. She spread her legs wider and pushed herself against his questing mouth. Hot, wet and so bloody unbelievable.

Sliding his tongue inside, he closed his eyes. Every particle of his being was concentrated on bringing her fulfillment. It was his duty, his quest. Her muscles quivered, her moans grew louder. The moment he took the hardened nub in his mouth, she screamed, her body convulsing. Even as the storm subsided, he pushed her over the edge again. Her fingers clenched in his hair as he lapped up her juices.
He opened his eyes and watched as her orgasm overtook her, waiting for the moment when he would lose her. But, as she settled against the bed, her body seemingly boneless, he blinked. Every night before, he’d disappeared the moment she’d found her pleasure. The witch took everything and left him aroused and frustrated. But this night was different.

Excitement raced through his veins even as his mind cautioned him about the treachery of witches. Still, he couldn’t resist moving up her body and sliding his cock into her tight passage. The moment he felt her muscles clamp tightly, he knew he was in heaven. She’d never allowed him this privilege, leaving him in hell. He knew this had to be another ploy, another insane trick to drive him into madness. That knowledge couldn’t stop him from pulling out of her and thrusting back in.

She opened her eyes and he watched her as he repeated the action. Her blue eyes shone with desire. She wrapped her legs around his waist. That small action drew him deeper. In that moment, he lost what control he had.

Each time he entered her body, the pain and uncertainty of his hell slipped further away. Euphoria replaced it, as his body raced to the pinnacle, his mind concentrated on nothing but the mating union. Pulling himself up and resting his hands on the bed, his measured thrusts turned frantic. The thought that she could be tricking him, bringing him to the brink then throwing him back to purgatory unfilled didn’t matter. Anything other than total satisfaction was unthinkable.

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