Erotica Fantastica

Excerpt:

"Please..." Even as she whispered the plea, she was not sure what it was she asked for. His presence had affected her strangely. The pulse point deep at her center thudded violently, stimuli from this strange encounter weaving its own spell upon her baser instincts. *I should be afraid, I should try to escape, but I cannot.*

There was an undeniable lure between them though, a sense of need so primitive and powerful that it would not be quelled. Rhiannon reached out and touched the side of his face. The brusque rub of his stubble sent a charge through her fingertips, startling her. He let out a gruff sound in response, turning to kiss her fingertips, his hand enclosing hers where it touched him. His actions set lose a strange yearning deep within, and memories of the sexual release she had found in her dreams flooded her, making her body grow hot and tremble.

"Mine." The single word he uttered was barely audible, delivered in a deep, unearthly rumble as it was. His hands arrested her waist as he said it, and he narrowed his eyes. His head lifted, his nostrils flaring as if seeking the source of a scent on the atmosphere nearby. With one hand he tugged at her fly, pulling her pants open.

Rhiannon started, shocked to the core and yet hellishly aroused as his fingers found their way inside her pants and underwear, and stroked her pussy. Heady desire sluiced through her groin, her body responding keenly to his attentions. He hauled her clothing down her hips and dropped down to nestle his face against the warm, tender spot between her thighs. Rhiannon swore beneath her breath, her clit throbbing wildly as he closed. Then she felt the sharp edge of his fangs as his face moved over her tender flesh and cried out, her body pressed hard against the pillows at her back...