Sneak Peek
This is a preview of what awaits you in this book. Enjoy, little dark soul!
»Lonely in Hell?«
His answer was a kiss on her neck. He brushed back her dark brown strands and placed another kiss directly on her living pulse. She the life, he the death.
»I could hear your boredom screaming to the abyss,« he whispered. His tongue played at her ear.
Eleanore was certainly not bored with her work, but she was stressed, which is why his visit seemed like a refreshing distraction. »So you’re here to entertain me.«
A raspy growl.
He moved away from her neck, pulled her chair back, and turned it until she was sitting before him, as he towered before her in all his mighty splendor.
Her gaze drifted from his masculine face, over the tight black shirt she would love to rip off of him to explore the muscles underneath like the catacombs of Paris, down to his crotch. Right there before her, at eye level, the bulge in his trousers outlined his own arousal. When she reached for it, he held her hands firmly.
Zachary’s eyes were not of this world. They were pitch black, glowing with darkness, but Eleanore wanted nothing more than to drown in that darkness.
She pulled her hands back, watching him sink to his knees before her. With painfully slow touches, he stroked her legs and pushed up the skirt of her ankle-length dress, reminiscent of burgundy wine. His fingers were followed by his mouth. Sinful and hot.
»Zac,« the warning tone accompanied by the restless expression in her green eyes as she saw her colleagues walking around the room, in which he was in the process of removing her panties.
They can’t see us, his rough voice echoed in her head.
Magic. His all-encompassing magic.
Calmed by the fact that no one could witness her erotic adventure, she relaxed and raised her hips so he could remove her underwear.
Peonies and patchouli leaves wrapped around intense, warm sandalwood. Eleanore’s personal scent, which made him addicted like a drug.
He didn’t hesitate and kissed her spread inner thighs, inhaling the fragrance. Her sex was eagerly waiting for him, the moisture wetting his tongue as he slid it through her pulsing folds. A single taste was enough to make his blood dance.
The moment his lips closed around her clitoris, Eleanore gasped. Only because she knew his magic also hid sounds, she let her lust flow freely.
