The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

rest of her life smothered by Aaron’s body.  Her
own personal sex god.
    His fingertips traced the line of her brow and cheek, and deep
love shone in his eyes.  She had never thought a man would look at her that
way.  Lust she could find aplenty – men lusted after her endlessly.
    Love was another matter.
    Her fingers followed the ridges of his collarbone and then
circled his nipple to watch it harden.  His head leaned back with a moan, and
she was tempted to bite him in the jugular vein, right where he liked it.
    Shirt undone, she continued downwards with his pants zipper. 
Her hand enclosed his hard cock with a rewarding groan escaping from his lips. 
This wonderful man was hard for her anytime.
    She slid her hand up and down, from the curve of his balls
to the glistening tip of his cock.  “ Bon
sang ne peut mentir .”  Good blood cannot lie .  The fact that
Aaron Pilan came from good stock was never more evident than when she held his
fullness in her hand.
    “Oh woman, you don’t know what you’re in for.”  He smiled
and his eyes darkened with that look – the look that promised he would fuck her
stupid.  She loved watching the depth of love in his eyes as he thrust into her
hard and fast.
    “ Mon amour, I do know, and I am planning on it.”  She grinned and went down on her knees to
pay homage to this man whom she loved with all her heart.  She swallowed him
all the way down.
    He growled as his hands fisted in her hair, almost choking
her with his length.  “Oh Michelle, I love when you take it all.”
    His encouragement spurred her on.
    She’d gladly service him every night, just like this, for as
long as he wanted her.  Slurping on the head of his cock, feeling him twitch in
her mouth, her own arousal wet her panties.  Pleasing Aaron turned her on so
bad, she could hardly wait to feel his punishing length buried inside her.  She
cupped and massaged his balls, feeling them tighten in her hands, while sucking
hard and fast.
    His cock grew even larger, more rigid, that special moment
right before he flooded her mouth in hot release.  She milked her lover for
every drop, biding her time for her turn.  She ached for him, her feminine
folds swollen and slick with need.
    His fingers uncurled from her hair, and he rocked back on
his heels, almost losing balance with the power of his orgasm.  “There are no
words to describe how wonderful you are, woman.”
    Pulling his cock from her mouth, she smiled and licked the
last of his juices off her lips.  “My turn.”
    He looked down at her and a shadow crossed his face. 
Something was not right.  “Michelle, my love, this could get complicated.  She
wants me to go to her, now.”
    Instant rage issued a growl from between her gritted teeth. 
“Not until we are finished!”
    His eyes shone with sympathy.  “She wants you there too …”
Sympathy and a hint of mischief.  Michelle narrowed her eyes.  The bastard was
looking forward to this.
    “The bitch wants me in her bed?”
    “Yes.  Every night I come to her, I smell of you.  She wants
a taste of the real thing.”
    “How does she know I enjoy women, too?”  Michelle
shuddered.  Urvashi’s fingers crept into every aspect of her intimacy with
Aaron, sneaking through his mind, violating their private moments.  Now she
wanted to flaunt it in her face?
    The women in Aaron’s life had never mattered to Michelle before. 
They were only food and occasional fun.  She experienced no jealousy when Aaron
played with the food.  No woman could claim a majestic creature like Aaron, but
Urvashi was different.
    The bitch would be there forever, tugging his strings,
telling him what to do, manipulating him.  He might even learn to love her,
eventually, and that scared Michelle more than anything.
    Aaron didn’t shy away from Michelle’s accusing eyes.  “You
know she’s in here.”  He tapped on his temple.  “There is little I can hide
from her.”
    During her long life, Michelle