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Dark Desires	By : kkcme Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: all copyright and licensing rights belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group.

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I could feel heat burning up my face as I finally replied, “You know I don’t do casual sex.”

Edward pulled out a chair and sat in front of me, our bodies facing one another and our knees almost touching. My nerves screamed for me to get up and go sit on the other side of the table. It was an act of stubborn ‘will’ alone that allowed me to stay seated, leaning back and pretending to relax.

His trademark smirk graced his lips again. “Who said the sex had to be casual, Anita?”

I frowned, confused. “What do you mean? How can I have an uncomplicated fuck without having casual sex?”

He leaned towards me, sliding his hands across the gap between his knees and mine. I almost jumped out of my chair when I felt his fingers grip my thighs. A gasp tore from my throat, my heart pounding into overdrive. I watched in stunned fascination as his face, his arctic eyes, his fascinating lips moved closer to mine. His expression seemed so tranquil, but I could feel a fierce purpose in the tension of his fingers and from the intensity of his gaze.

He stopped, his face an inch from mine. “That’s easy, Anita. All you have to do is fuck a friend.”

Oh, God. Was he offering? The thought made my sex clench and heat run through my body. A dozen scenes from my most recent dreams of him ran through my mind. I almost moaned aloud and reached for him. But what if I was wrong? What if he was just yanking my chain? Shit! He must have heard me in my bedroom earlier.

“Edward, I…I couldn’t imagine doing something like that.”

My voice came out as a breathy whisper. A part of me was appalled at what was happening, what we were talking about. What I was thinking and feeling. But the other part was hot and heavy with need, willing to do anything for him to close that last inch and make my dreams a reality.

His fingers slid up my thighs, slowly, closer to the apex. Eyes blazing, his breath hot against my lips, he said something that made the earth seem to rock beneath me.

“Oh really? Well I enjoyed watching you imagine being with me while you touched yourself. You were so hot, so wet…so beautiful as you came.”

Then, he fastened his lips to mine and I went up in flames. I don’t know if I made a sound of protest or desire, but all I could focus on was the texture of his lips, the taste of his mouth. Before I knew it, I had my fingers buried in his hair, holding on for dear life.

Each swipe, every caress of his tongue fanned the flames, a volcano of need building to engulf us both. Of its own accord, my body moved towards him until I was pushing him back, crawling onto his lap. My only thought was to feel his body against mine, to quench the hunger that had been slowly consuming me for months.

I felt him lift me. He carried me through the house to my bedroom. I have no idea how he navigated it with my mouth pressed to his, and I didn’t care. He didn’t break our kiss until he laid me on the bed.

We stared at each other, panting. I had a moment of clarity and thought about the reality of what we were about to do. Before I could voice my doubt, he beat me to it.

“Anita, I don’t know if we should do this.”

I stared at him, watching his chest heave. His body was tensed, as if holding himself in check. He looked wild, dangerous, so wonderfully, aggressively male. Fierce hunger glinted in his eyes, reflecting what I knew to be in mine. A wave of hot, wet lust flowed through me.

A sane voice in my head told me that I would regret this tomorrow, but it was faint and had no power over me. I began stripping off my weapons as I replied, “I don’t care, Edward. All I can think about right now is touching you, tasting you, feeling your naked skin against mine.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat, and he started stripping. I paused removing my clothes to watch, practically drooling over each new section of skin he revealed. His shoulders were broad, his chest well developed and leading down to a rock-hard stomach. Then, he removed his jeans and my mouth went dry. Lean, narrow hips tapered to powerful thighs, runner’s legs. And his cock…it stood thick, hard and proud. I’d dreamed of it so many times and was pleased that reality lived up to my dreams.

He crawled onto the bed, gloriously naked, and helped me quickly remove the rest of my clothes. Then he was touching me, his hands stroking and his body covering mine. My skin was so hot and sensitive. I couldn’t seem to get close enough. My legs wrapping around him, I pulled him down for another kiss while running my hands across his shoulders and down his back to the firm globes of his buttocks. He felt so perfect and so right against me.

His hands left a trail of fire everywhere they touched, and when he cupped my breast, stroking his thumb against my nipple, my gasp tore our lips apart. His eyes bore into mine like a searing blue flame as he did it again, watching my reaction. A moan escaped my throat, and I arched into him, silently begging for more.

He leaned down and began kissing and nipping at my neck, his hand moving down my stomach for a more intimate exploration. I felt his fingers brush the tight curls of my sex then move past to tease my inner thighs. I was so hot and wet, aching for him to close those few inches and stroke inside me. But he kept making the circuit from stomach to thighs, brushing over my center each time.

I writhed and arched against him, whimpering. “Please, Edward.”

His hot breath moved up my neck and tickled my ear. “The next time you think of me and touch yourself, Anita, I want you to remember what it feels like when I do this…”

Then, he pulled away from me while sliding his finger between my folds and into my core, pumping slowly, in and out. I almost shouted at the sensation of his fingers working inside me. The next moment, his mouth was there, licking and sucking my clit. This time I cried out. Fire rolled through me while I struggled to breath past the dual assault of his tongue and fingers.

He was thorough. No area left out, no part left unexplored. I watched him between my thighs, his gaze locked with mine the entire time. Ripples of pleasure started deep inside me, and I fought not to close my eyes. I wanted to watch him as I came. I wanted to remember him watching me.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. Fast, sharp and hard. He had to hold my bucking hips down with one palm pressed against my lower stomach as I rode it through. Then, he kissed his way up my body, detouring at my breasts for a few moments before kissing the last of my breath away.

I felt his cock, heavy and hard, rubbing against my slick folds. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled at his neck and whispered, “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

He groaned and adjusted his angle to ease inside. Inch by inch, I felt myself stretching, being filled up. He began a slow thrusting rhythm. Small whimpers of pleasure escaped my lips, another fire building and racing through my veins. My mouth latched on to his neck, working a trail down and over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. Each pass of my tongue seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming longer, deeper and harder.

I arched and matched the movements of his hips with mine. He surged into me, creating such a friction of heat that I could feel each thrust coursing through me from head to toe. I felt his fingers in my hair a second before he gripped and pulled my head back. Looking in his eyes, I saw several things – lust, passion, dominance, and possession. Most of all, I saw desire to match my own.

“God, you’re so slick, tight. You feel so good, Anita. I always knew you would.”

His voice came out low, guttural. His words built the fire in my veins to molten lava. When his thrusts started to become erratic, I kept my eyes locked to his, determined to watch him come. I was so wrapped up in him that my second orgasm sneaked up and blind-sided me, screaming its release from my lips. My muscles clenched around him, and he came soon after, shouting my name and collapsing beside me.

My body drifted in a world of satisfaction and contentment. I expected to start feeling uncomfortable about having sex with Edward, but it didn’t happen. All I could really think about was doing it again.

I felt him move beside me, and I turned to look at him. His eyes were heavy lidded, and he looked very pleased. The image of male contentment with a job well done made me laugh a little, causing him to arch his eyebrow in inquiry.

“That was amazing, Edward. Thank you.” I said.

A grin broke out on his face. “Well, what are friends for?”
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