Nocturnal Obsession

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Nocturnal Obsession

ISBN 9781419913105

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Nocturnal Obsession Copyright © 2007 Lolita Lopez

Edited by Kelli Kwiatkowski.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication October 2007

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.

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 authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

NOCTURNAL OBSESSION

Lolita Lopez

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Tod’s: Tod’s S.P.A.

Nocturnal Obsession

With her pale blue nightgown fluttering above her knees, her bare feet padded across the soft Persian carpet as she entered a room that was a veritable den of iniquity.

The space was decorated in the style of a harem, yards of overlapping saffron silk draping the walls while contrasting panels of gauzy crimson curtained off an area directly across the room. Heady scents of jasmine, sandalwood and frankincense permeated the heavy night air. Lowering her eyelids, she breathed deeply, infusing her lungs with the aromatic aphrodisiacs. Smiling lazily, she opened her eyes and welcomed the rich colors and dim lighting. They encouraged relaxation, and instantly her stressful burdens began to diminish, fading away from her thoughts as she focused on enjoying the present.

Perusing the room, she approached a pair of short, square benches with tufted chartreuse cushions. Silver trays of chocolate delicacies and chilled champagne sat upon the cushions, and she obliged her sweet tooth by nibbling a square of chocolate and swallowing a tipple of the cold champagne. As she enjoyed the epicurean delights, she surveyed the room with a closer eye. To her left stood a plush sofa upholstered in stripes of orange and yellow chenille. A mosaic table in front of the sofa bore a crystal
hookah
, already assembled with a vase full of water, the
shisha
carefully packed into the bowl. On one side of the
hookah
were wooden boxes of charcoal, matches and assorted
shishas
for replenishing; on the other sat a bottle of absinthe, glasses, a bowl of sugar cubes and a carafe of ice water, everything required to mix up a perfect complement to the smoking experience.

Her champagne flute empty, she returned it to the silver tray. She crossed the room with a purpose, curious to see what lay behind the red gossamer curtains. Grasping the edges, she drew back the thin curtains and discovered a long, wide mattress resting 5

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directly on the floor. It was covered in glossy chartreuse sheets with dozens of satin pillows in various colors scattered across it. She tested the firmness of the mattress with her toes. It gave just enough that she was seized by an urge to fall back onto it, spread eagle, but she resisted.

It was odd really, but she couldn’t quite remember how she came to be in this room or why she had come here in the first place. It almost seemed familiar but, well…wasn’t. It was all very confusing, and as she tried to work it out, her forehead wrinkled and she pensively bit her lower lip.

Suddenly, she was aware of another presence in the room. Innately sensitive, she listened for the telltale sounds of footsteps and extended her protective aura in a defensive gesture. She felt no danger as she slowly searched the room with her gaze and slightly relaxed her tense muscles. And then she saw him stepping out from behind an intricately carved wooden screen.

He brazenly presented his nude form, confidently striding slowly toward her. Eyes widening, she raked a surprised albeit appreciative glance across his naked body. To say that he was a genuine Adonis seemed an understatement. He radiated raw sexuality with his bronzed and toned body, angular jaw and aquiline nose. Piercing azure eyes and tousled straw-colored hair added to his captivating nature, but it was something else that captured her attention—a sizeable erection jutting forth from a tuft of blond hair.

And what a cock it was! Thick, turgid and the head already scarlet with arousal.

Instinctually, her tongue stole out to lick her lips as thoughts of taking that proud cock into her mouth rushed through her mind. She imagined the feel of his hot skin against her lips, her tongue caressing the tip, his hands in her hair, gripping her face…

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she realized that she was staring, and she swallowed, suddenly self conscious. Seemingly amused, he boldly met her gaze and daringly crossed the remaining space between them. Her breath hitched in her throat as he stopped a foot short of her.

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“Good evening, Desi,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble, his accent distinctly affluent British.

“D-Dr. Cuvos,” Desi stammered, overwhelmed by the woodsy, spicy scent of his skin.

“Ian,” he gently corrected. His fingertips trailed the curve of her cheek and he tilted her chin up with his fingers. “I thought we had worked that out last night. When we’re here, together like this, I’m just Ian.”

“Yes,” Desi murmured, her heart stuttering as his fingers followed the turn of her throat and traced the outline of her collarbone.

“How was your champagne?” Ian idly toyed with the strap of her nightgown as he slowly paced around her.

“Fine,” she whispered, cautiously watching as he circled her. She shuddered nervously as he stopped behind her, snaking his arm around her waist, drawing her buttocks against him. She gasped at the feel of his cock stabbing the cleft of her ass and he chuckled with amusement.

“I think I’ve had enough of the pleasantries,” Ian said, his lips against her ear. His tongue licked the sensitive area just below her earlobe and her knees buckled slightly.

He turned her chin until their eyes met over her shoulder. “I say we skip the boring bits and get right to the fun parts. What do you think, darling?”

Desi thought that sounded divine but could only manage a mute nod. She was entirely focused on the sight of his descending mouth and moistened her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Ian’s lips touched hers, lightly at first, but the pressure increased as the kiss deepened. His tongue swept the small space between her lips, gently prodding its way between them. She groaned at the sensation of his tongue invading her mouth and twisted in his arms until her breasts were pressing against his naked chest. His hands drifted south from the curves of her waist, and he grabbed two handfuls of her luscious ass, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

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Moaning, Desi arched against him, her thighs clenching as hot fluid started to coat the inner lips of her pussy. Desire consumed her thoughts and she wanted nothing more than to lie naked on the bed with Ian, to have his hands roaming her body, his mouth tasting her skin. As their tongues danced, Ian worked the hem of her nightgown up over her ample hips and broke their sensual kiss just long enough to draw it past her mouth before carelessly flinging it aside and claiming her mouth once again.

In one seamless motion he grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her from the ground. She wound her legs tightly around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

With the utmost gentility, he lowered her back to the mattress and lay down beside her, keeping one hand planted on her body as he continued to make love to her mouth.

Sighing, she broke away from his lips, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling of his hands caressing her breasts. His tweaked a nipple with his right hand, teasing it before he placed it between his lips and swirled his tongue around the hardening tip.

Groaning, Desi bucked beneath him. The fingers of his left hand slipped between her teeth and she lightly bit them, rolling her head back in ecstasy. He shifted his position until he was leaning over her and she clutched at his ribs, running her fingernails up and down his sides. As she panted and moaned beneath him, he sucked and nipped her heaving breasts. Every time his tongue darted across a nipple, the sensation went straight to her stiffening clit as it clamored for his touch.

As if reading her mind, he flattened his palm, slowly sliding it down her front and tracing the outline of her navel before letting it settle on the fleshy mons. She inhaled sharply with anticipation as he petted her newly waxed lips. Desi lifted her hips in hopes of coaxing his fingers to touch her burning clit, but to no avail. He seemed to thrive on the teasing and moved his hand farther away from her pussy to stroke the insides of her thighs. He pressed soft kisses down her stomach, following the path his hand had taken until he was kneeling before her. He slowly parted her knees and whistled with appreciation as he trained his gaze on her glistening pussy lips.

“I can’t wait to get my tongue on your clit,” Ian said, his gaze locked with hers.

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Desi’s slick passage contracted as he spoke and her body ached for satisfaction, for his intimate touch. He situated himself between her thighs, and his hot breath fanned the delicate exposed skin. He placed feathery kisses along the sensitive insides of her thighs, delaying the inevitable and ratcheting up her anticipation for that first contact.

“Your pussy smells so good,” he murmured as he inhaled the musky scent of her sex.

“Ian,” she groaned, embarrassed but highly aroused by his frank statement. Desi watched in fascination as he tenderly parted the folds and revealed the shiny pink flesh.

Her body tensed as she awaited that first touch of his tongue, but instead, he leisurely ran a finger up and down her slippery slit. Throwing her head back, she fought to breathe as he circled her clit and dragged his finger down to the small opening, playing at the entrance but never penetrating.

“Ian!” she desperately implored.

His icy blue eyes met hers over the gentle curve of her tummy, and he chuckled at the needy expression coloring her face.

“Say it,” he instructed. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Ian,” Desi begged, her cheeks flaming at the thought of asking.

Smiling devilishly, he shook his head. “I know what you want, Desi, but I won’t give it to you until you ask.”

To prove his point, he started to back away from her. Slightly panicked by the thought of his ceasing, she gathered her courage. “Suck my pussy, Ian!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ian replied, leering triumphantly. By the slowest of degrees, he extended his tongue and swiped the broad plank against the firm nub hidden beneath its pink hood. She bucked and groaned with pent-up need, encouraging his attention.