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Posted by John Aug 4, Fiction 1. Can the hunger that thrives in darkness be a love for eternity? He lives for the moment, indulging in temporary pleasures. Until he meets Lady Caroline Seton. Now he wants more than one stolen kiss, he wants forever. But Caroline hides a dangerous secret, one that could cost him his life. Will his love be enough to save them both? Click on the link below to start downloading this free ebook: Items posted here are free at the time of posting.

A love that had grown unbidden, but was precious to her nevertheless. It was precious to him as well. Caroline was confused by the depth of her need for him. She didn't understand it, mistaking the need to join with the need to consume. He tried to calm her, tried to explain, but the heat of her desire was such that he couldn't get through.

Jack tore at the placket of his trousers, freeing his erection. Tugging up her night rail, he gripped her bare waist and lifted her. With a few strides he pinned her to the wall, his cock seeking her heat. She clutched him tightly to her, moaning against his throat, giving him the permission he hadn't asked for, but had needed anyway. Clenching his buttocks, he thrust into her, deep and hard.

Her pleasured cry vibrated against his neck. His answering groan tore straight from his loins, the burning tight grip of her body nearly more than he could bear. Releasing her throat, Jack cursed, his entire body shaking with the need to finish this, to ravish her, to fill her with his seed. Her flesh was silk under his hands, her scent permeated the air around him, seeping into his very pores, branding him as surely as he would be branding her. The need to go slowly, to pleasure her, was foremost in his mind.

He had an eternity to fuck her in whatever manner he desired. This time would be for her. He gasped as her cunt tightened around him. Slipping out of her damp, clinging depths, Jack thrust forward again, gritting his teeth as the need to come nearly overwhelmed him.

Heat wrapped around his spine, swelling his cock and drenching his skin with sweat. Pleasure inundated him in waves, each crest more powerful than the last. Her desire flooded his mind, making his own that much more difficult to contain. Caroline whimpered and released his throat. His large hands cradled the delicate curve her spine, drawing her closer, hugging her to him.

He was afraid to move, afraid to hurt her with the force of his passion. Caroline's fingers entwined in Jack's silky hair and then tugged as her body shivered around the throbbing shaft that stretched her deliciously. He was huge, wondrously huge, filling her completely and she wanted more than just this fullness.

She wanted movement, friction--a hard, deep fucking that would end this biting craving she'd felt for years. Finding the hard point of her pleasure, he rubbed softly, massaging the cream-drenched skin that was taut with the effort to accommodate him.

Spurred by his words, Caroline dug her nails in his shoulders and held on as rapture, sharp and searing, shattered her, shivering through her in rippling spasms. With a harsh groan of relief, Jack released his desire. She wrapped her legs around his hips, using the curve of his buttocks as leverage, rising and falling with his thrusts, taking as much of his cock as she could.

He was killing her with pleasure, taking her as if he couldn't get deep enough, couldn't stroke her fast enough. She sobbed, struggling against him. His thrusting grew more frenzied, his cock thickening magnificently until she was certain she was losing her mind. Crying out his name, she came again, her body gripping him rhythmically until he followed her with a haunting moan, flooding her with his seed.

Panting, shuddering, he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder as he emptied himself inside her. When he finished, he pressed a reverent kiss to her skin. Unlike the indolent aristocrats she associated with, Jack was strong and fit, a hunter forever in his prime. Caroline sighed at the sight of him.

And why? You just recently returned to America. Just as I went to Italy and France and a dozen other locations. Unable to help it, she reached out and caressed the flexing muscles of his back. As her fingers brushed across the top of his shoulder, he turned his head and kissed her fingertips.

He tossed her a careless smile over his shoulder. I've been chasing you for years, my lovely Caroline. I acquired the key through nefarious means because I knew of no other way to reach you, and I don't regret it. From this night on, we'll weather the years together. Now that she knew the depth of Jack's affection it would be even more difficult to leave. The smell of him, the taste of him, the skin she'd felt beneath her hands would haunt her forever.

Tonight was all she had. Selfishly she clung to it, determined to enjoy what little happiness fate would allow her before the dawn rose and forced her to go. Caroline smiled down at him, her fingertips drifting across his chest and swirling around the flat points of his nipples. Riotous, disheveled curls surrounded her face, which he saw as clearly in the darkness as if the room were lit with a hundred candles. She moved on him, lifting with her lithe thighs and then sinking to claim his cock again.

His fangs descended as the Hunger took over. Jack dropped his head back on the pillow and allowed Caroline to have her way with him. Through heavy-lidded eyes he watched her fucking him, watched the lust and love that drifted across her porcelain features, watched the pleasure she took in his body, and reveled in the fact he could give it to her.

There was so much he had to teach her about their kind, so much he could sense she didn't yet know, but they had an eternity for such sharing. At the moment he considered nothing but this joining.

His hands dropped to her thighs, his thumb brushing across the mark that adorned her hip. How he loved her! Loved how she hungered for him, hungered enough that the hours he'd just spent pleasuring her senseless had not been enough to sate her.

Jack imagined all the endless mornings ahead of them, his body hardening further at the thought of waking again to this delight. Caroline whimpered at his added girth and rode his cock faster, her firm, high breasts bouncing with her motions.

His orgasm followed hers, draining him until he sank into the mattress, exhausted. Caroline sprawled across his chest, her sweat slicked skin bonding with his. I expect you to remind my in just this way for the rest of eternity.

He closed his eyes and searched for her, but the echoing reply he'd basked in all night was gone. He sat up and the sheets rustled behind him. Turning, he spotted the missive on her pillow I cannot ask you to wait for me, however I pray that you do.

There is something I must resolve, but I cannot say how long it will take me. Once I am free, I will come for you. Yours forever, my love, C The warm languor in Jack's veins turned to icy fear as he read. And then the fear buckled under the weight of his grim resignation. Caroline had run again. An eternity without Jack was a prospect so devastatingly bleak she could scarcely think through the pain of it.

It couldn't be borne. She wouldn't allow it. Somehow she would find a way to have him. There had been no opportunity to pack, not with Jack sleeping just a few feet away from her wardrobe. She'd have to acquire new clothes when she arrived in France.

It was there she decided she would begin her search. She spun about and stared at the apparition that dominated the slender doorway. Jack stood there, his breathtakingly handsome face so harshly set she took a step backward in fear. His silver gaze burned into her and never left her face as he ordered the young sailor to leave them. Entering the tiny cabin, Jack kicked the door closed and thumbed the lock.

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I am weary of chasing you, Caroline, but I won't stop. Not ever. I will hunt you down, I will run you to ground. There is no place where you can hide from me. She said something about time and love--" "Love will find a way against time itself. One of the many things I planned to share with you. She said love might take time, but it would find me.

He would find me. One day he will come for me, Jack. But I intend to find him first. I will tell him of my love for you, how I cannot imagine my life without you. I will never belong to another man. She said he would know me by it. He will believe me, Jack, and I will make certain he understands that there can never be anything between us.

Instead his ire appeared to grow before her eyes. What of the love you professed to me, Caroline? Where is the faith that my love for you would see you through any challenge you faced?

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Her eyes lifted to his. Did you think there was any part of you that escaped my notice? With an eternity ahead of us, I saw no need for haste. Her hand gestured between them. It was that potential that drove me these last two years, nothing else. In the end the decision is yours to make.

Whether or not I am the man you want is a conclusion you must draw for yourself. Nothing binds you to me. The mark she gave you was simply to guard you from those of our kind who prey upon the unprotected. That crest shows that you were chosen by an ancient family, that you are important to someone and would be missed. I've been miserable without you. Leaving you was many things, but easy is not one of them. I thought it was the only way. How could I come to you fettered by the chains of another?

You'll never be rid of me. Please, you must believe that. If I didn't love you it wouldn't have mattered. For a brief affair, I wouldn't have bothered. But to have you forever I had to be free. In that bed behind you.

He growled and she felt a tremulous excitement grow within her. Jack's expression of pure possessiveness made her heart race. When he tore open the placket of his breeches and his cock sprang free, hard and long and impressively thick, she flooded with moisture and licked her fangs.

He spread her legs wide and began to slip inside her, taking his time, making her feel every inch. Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her arms above her head. With a gasp, she arched upward. Holding both of her hands with one of his, he reached for her knee and anchored it to his hip, opening her further so he could drive his cock deeper.

He fucked with such skill, such breathtaking expertise, and she loved him so much she cried with it. The loneliness she'd felt for so many years was gone, replaced by Jack's strong, steadfast presence in her heart and mind.

The connection was deep, one that awed and amazed her. Closing her eyes, she touched him back, and felt his love surround her in tender embrace. You feel so good She felt his cock jerk inside her as he came, hot pulsing bursts of semen that pushed her over the edge until she shivered beneath him in another, more powerful release.

She laughed at the feel of linen beneath her cheek, a not so subtle reminder that they were both still fully clothed. Tell me this isn't one of my dreams. I've only just begun. A wife and mother of two, she is a former Russian linguist for the U.

Army Military Intelligence. Sylvia also writes under the pseudonyms S. Day and Livia Dare. Discover other titles by Sylvia Day at Smashwords. Somewhere between deep blue and purple, they were fringed with thick black lashes that were shamefully wasted on a man. One black brow arched. And I attempted to leave messages.

I have yet to receive a response. The wig itched, too, but she refused to embarrass herself further by scratching. She licked suddenly dry lips as she took in his height and the breadth of his shoulders. He was even more devastating up close than he had been across crowded ballrooms. Black hair and tanned skin displayed his extraordinary eyes to perfection.

A strong jaw and generous mouth bespoke of his sensual nature, which was lauded far and wide by well-pleasured ladies of his acquaintance. Those garments do not disguise the fact that you are all woman. Almost immediately. But then, it had only taken her five minutes to make a mess of the whole affair. His voice softened. He was so close she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

She smelled a hint of tobacco and starched linen, and another delicious scent that could only be the man himself. Remington cleared his throat, drawing her attention. Julienne flushed at the knowing smile that curved his lips. She straightened her spine, refusing to be cowed despite how beautiful he was or how flustered he made her. If she leaned forward just a tiny bit, she could touch them with her own.

Would they feel as soft as they looked? He pulled away, then lowered to his haunches and placed his large hands on her knees. She jumped at the heat that burned through the broadcloth. Lucien Remington was simply gorgeous. No one was as handsome, or as interesting, or as… wicked. Her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip, and his eyes followed the movement.

An ache came to the place between her legs. Julienne attempted to push his hands away, but when she touched his skin, her palms burned. She pulled away quickly. His hands slid higher, squeezing gently, his mouth gifting her with a roguish smile. His determination and ruthless business acumen were the stuff of legend.

He showed no leniency when it came to expanding his empire. He cared nothing for the regard of others, a nonchalance she wished she could affect herself. The earl owes me a great deal of money. It was common for Hugh to carouse and spend days on end with his scapegrace associates.

Or their predicament. Her nipples hardened. I like beautiful women. Especially troubled ones who require my assistance. Remington rose at the same time, towering over her. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders and Julienne was forced to tilt her head back to look at him. She turned to leave, but his grip on her elbow stayed her. Heat radiated from his fingers and spread through her body. Wonderful, terrible things.

Things it most likely did to countless other women. He shook his head and grinned. Not until morning. Returning to the floor, however briefly, would stir up the whole mess again. I cannot remain in this establishment overnight! The deep, rich sound gathered around her like an embrace and made her shiver. To her dismay, she was growing hotter by the moment. But no man had ever dared to give it to her. She found she rather liked it. The hour is late.

Especially those who enjoy lines of credit. Julienne felt the warmth of his touch all the way to her bones. You and Montrose are always running roughshod over her. Your brother is brash, hotheaded, and still too young for the responsibilities of his title. And now I know how seriously you take that responsibility. His voice turned soft and sympathetic.

Lord Ridgely was presently wearing most of it. Remington led her across the room and pulled the bell. My hospitality is legendary. Some of his clients were at home in the rookeries his crew haunted.

Others were most comfortable in the palace. That suited him fine. He would probably be paid well and kept at a distance: With hat in hand, he waved his driver away. Jasper would never presume to call himself a moral man, but he did function under the code of ethics Lynd had taught him--help those in actual need of it.

He did not extort protection money as other thief-takers did. He did not steal goods with one hand in order to charge for their return. He simply found what was lost and protected those who wanted security, which begged the question of why Lynd was passing on this post. With such similar principles, either of them should have been as good as the other.

This, despite the location being one that necessitated his handling the inquiry personally, which was something he rarely did. He preferred to work through trusted employees to retain the anonymity necessary to his greater personal plans. Mounting the steps, he entered St. Near the front on the right side was the raised canopied pulpit; on the left, the bi-level reading desk. The many box pews were empty of the faithful. Only the choir occupied the space, their voices raised in musical praise.

Jasper withdrew his pocket watch and checked the time. It was directly on the hour. In his profession, he found it highly useful to be a slave to punctuality.

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He moved to the stairs that would take him up to the right-side gallery for his appointment. When he reached the landing, he paused. His gaze was drawn to and held by wild tufts of white hair defying gravity. One hopelessly overworked black ribbon failed to tame the mass into anything but a messy, lopsided queue. As he watched, the unfortunate owner of the horrendous coiffure reached up and scratched it into further disarray.

So fascinated was Jasper with the monstrosity of that hair, it took him a moment to register the petite form beside its owner. Once he did, however, his interest was snared. In complete opposition to her companion, the woman was blessed with glossy tresses of a reddish-blond hue so rare it was arresting.

They were the only two people in the gallery, yet neither had the tense expectation inherent in those who were awaiting an individual or event. Instead they were singularly focused on the choir below. Learn how your comment data is processed. Previous A Mixture of Metals. About The Author. Related Posts. Karen Scattergood on October 1, at 3: Short but well rounded and very enjoyable.

Leave a reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. He'd had a devil of a time finding her after that.

Smiling, he sketched a low bow. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Caroline backed away, but seemed unaware of the hedge at her back that would soon halt her retreat. Jack saw no reason to point it out. To the untrained eye, she might seem frightened, but the heat in her gaze betrayed her. She stared at him with a burning intensity so hot it sparked a fiery awareness. She looked beyond his shoulder, her fingers twisting restlessly in her skirt. I simply wish to speak with you.

He'd wanted to meet her, yes, and talk with her. But if they suited, as he suspected they would, he also wanted to claim her. She smelled like vanilla and spice, a scent that was at once familiar and unknown, a scent that urged him to bridge the gap between them until nothing separated his body from hers.

Caroline swallowed and Jack's entire body hardened. Her gaze was ravenous, filled with a hunger that ignited a similar need within himself. No woman in his life had ever looked at him as she did. Shaw, it's best that you stay away from me. To stay away, however, is not something I'm capable of doing. Eyes wide, Caroline took another backward step only to be brought up short by the hedge. Jack tugged off his glove and reached out to her, brushing a finger along the edge of her bodice.

His breathing deepened at the feel of her satiny skin. Forget I exist. Otherwise, I intend to kiss you. With unsteady hands he reached for her, lowering his mouth to hers. Her taste, sweet and ripe, flooded his senses, and Jack groaned, clutching her more tightly to him. He had not been mistaken. The fit of her body against his was perfect.

She was perfect. Caroline melted into his embrace, returning his kiss with welcome fervor. Her lips parted and her tongue slid along his, licking and tasting the deepest recesses of his mouth.

Jack shuddered, his entire body aching as her gloved fingers curled around his nape, holding him to her.