She never imagined that a peculiar encounter with Maxim,
followed by a night of extraordinary passion, would result in His Eternal Promise.
Carlee put everything into her family and her job over the
last couple of years, sacrificing any personal life. After a rare evening out
with a few girlfriends, she encounters a captivating man under inexplicable
circumstances. Against all rational judgment, they share an evening of the most
fulfilling and erotic sex she's ever experienced.
Maxim hasn’t wanted a woman, especially a mortal, in over a century, but he wants Carlee. He intends to keep the truth from her in order to build a relationship first, but a woman from his past complicates things forcing him to reveal the truth. He hopes Carlee chooses to keep him in her life, because he can’t leave, her life is in danger.
EXCERPT
He didn't sleep. Carlee breathed deep
and steady, so he knew she slept. He should not have followed her. In a whole
century, he never interacted with mortals other than business. The desire to be
with one, sexually or in any intimate manner, never appealed to him.
Something about this one human reached out and into the dark, lonely
places inside him. He couldn't let her go. He knew that. Looking into her eyes,
hearing and feeling her blood circulating through her lovely body, he knew he
found the exception. For her to accept him, want him, and take him as she did,
just reinforced it.
Her light hair spread out inches from his face. Rubbing his nose in it,
he breathed in the scent, reveling in the reactions her smell conjured in him.
Many women attempted to attract him, entice him, and he always rejected them.
After he fled Annika, he lost interest in women. Until Carlee. The need to
seduce, cherish, protect, and indulge her consumed him.
How would she see him this morning? She could have regrets. She could
obsess over what she saw behind the building. She could decide to end any
further interaction with him. There were so many questions, and he needed to
decide what he was and wasn't ready to divulge. With all certainty, he knew she
belonged with him. She would remain his.
Without any sleep, and enraptured in the beauty of the woman lying beside
him, his impatience mounted. Let the spoiling commence. Without disturbing her,
he got out of the bed to put some coffee on. She probably drank coffee.
As he entered the
kitchen, a coffee pot came into view. Now to find filters and coffee.
"Right upper cabinet, over the sink,"
informed Carlee. He didn't hear her enter the kitchen, but the sight of her
standing there, just waking up, tousled hair, and nude, made him want to
reclaim her right then and there. As if she read his thoughts, she grinned,
lifting her arms awkwardly to semi-cover her chest.
Approaching her, he took both her wrists and pulled
her arms to her sides. "Kotyonok, don't you ever hide from me…especially
that exquisite body." Leaning in, he brushed his lips over hers. Her
round, hazel eyes never leaving his. "What is it you normally do on a
Sunday?"
That produced another grin from her sweet mouth.
"I don't do anything before coffee." Scooting around him, she said,
"I'll make the coffee." Filling the carafe from the sink, her back to
him, the questions began. "So…your accent, is it Russian, or
thereabouts?"
An easy one first. Good. "Yes. I grew up in a
small village just outside of Saratov." Plagued with an inner turmoil of
what truths to expose and what to suppress, he realized a human part of him
still existed. He made the decision to hold onto her…build a trust…protect her,
and if that meant withholding, that's what he would do. He wouldn't lose her.
Enjoying the sight of her moving about the kitchen
invigorated him. These feelings were nonexistent since the change and before he
became tainted. He resigned himself to the fact that he lost this forever. Her
shoulder length hair swayed with her movements. Her beautiful soft skin with
live blood flowing underneath it, her narrow hips, all of which he intended to
worship…forever. Her plump rear bore light marks from his belt. The need to
take her again, now, challenged his restraint.
Opening his mouth to speak, anything to subdue his
yearning, she turned to face him and asked. "Before we take this any
further…I need to know what was going on last night."
Not his initial impulse, but he decided to toy with
her. He sensed she could handle it, and wouldn't accept it for long before she
demanded the answers she really needed. "I had the pleasure of feasting my
eyes upon you, Kotyonok. I followed you home, and to my ultimate surprise, you
left the key in the door, allowing me access to your home." Placing her
hands on her hips, she pursed her lips, but he continued. "You were in
bed, in all your naked glory, and I couldn't resist tasting and feeling you
from the outside in…and spanking your lovely needy ass."
His recount of their evening altered her breathing,
and he heard her pulse quicken. She even paced in front of him before she
scolded him. "Maxim…you know damn well that isn't what I'm talking about.
Are you a fucking murderer?"
Surprised by her outburst, he answered in a calm,
authoritative tone. "Language, Kotyonok, very unbecoming from someone so
lovely." He hated lying, and prided himself on only doing so to survive.
For now, he must do it out of necessity, necessary to keep her as his.
"No. I am not a murderer. That was James. He drinks too much, and never
learns. He is killing himself. I would not normally have treated him so
shoddily, but I was worried about you." The lie executed, he hoped this
won more time with her. He decided he better continue, remove any possible
concerns from her mind. "His girlfriend was on his way to take him home. I
attempted to have him walk it off a little."
Considering this, her brow furrowed, resulting in a
cute crease in her forehead. "To answer your earlier question…on Sundays I
go and see my father. Usually, I get him out of the house. Take him to
eat."
That let him off the hook. His self-control waned,
as thoughts of taking her as his again dominated his mind and body. He must
handle this right. Scaring her off was not an option. She was his. Moving in
front of her, he placed his right hand in her hair, tilting her face to look at
him. "Though I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you, you
have plans, and I also have an engagement." Gazing into her beautiful
face, it bewildered him how much she affected him, reaching places he believed
died in 1917.
He placed his cheek on her forehead. He savored her
sweet warmth. Clearing his throat, he pulled back, giving her a quick kiss.
"I very much want to pick you up…say around 6:30 this evening and have you
attend a small art show at a gallery downtown with me."
Smiling, she nodded. "I would very much like
that too."
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