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Dark Desires	By : kkcme Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3078 -:- 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.

Setting: Right after Obsidian Butterfly. The marks weren’t married and Anita does not have the Ardeur or a live-in pomme de sang.

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I was lying with my hands tied over my head. Hands roamed over my body. They were slightly callused, but the touch was soft, sensual. I tried to see the face of the person the hands were attached to, but the darkness hid him. I should have been frightened, but I wasn’t. For some reason, I trusted my captor.

I sensed that the unknown man’s eyes were staring, taking in the sight of my nakedness. The knowledge made me squirm with desire. I wanted to feel his body against mine. The anticipation made my sex clench and grow wet in response.

A smooth, muscular chest appeared above me from out of the darkness. The hard, flat male nipples caught my attention and made me strain forward, attempting to suck one between my lips. The chest stayed just out of my reach, and I moaned with regret.

A firm weight settled on the lower half of my body. I wondered for a moment why I hadn’t tried to move my legs, but the sensation of a hard cock sliding against my slick sex scattered my thoughts.

I blinked, and suddenly, a pair of firm lips were kissing my neck, nipping at my sensitive spots. My body arched into his hands while they kneaded my breasts. His hips started a steady rocking motion against mine that shot sparks of heat through my body. I wanted to ask who he was. I desperately wanted to see the face of my captor, the face of the man causing my body to hum with desire. But, the only sounds to leave my lips were whimpers and moans of pleasure.

I felt a hand move up and cup my face. This was it. I knew that I would finally see him. The slight stubble of his chin brushed my jaw as his face came into view. The first thing I saw was his hair. The second was his eyes.

The shock of his identity hit me right before his lips claimed mine.

Edward.

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I woke up grumpy and horny again. Shit.

It had been two months since I returned from Santa Fe, and I hadn’t been able to work things out between Richard, Jean-Claude, and I. We were all just too stubborn to bend. I was beginning to doubt that there had ever really been a chance for us in the first place. Hell, I was beginning to doubt we had ever really loved each other, too.

Truthfully, I was tired to death of Richard’s disapproval and Jean-Claude’s ulterior motives. Even if we had been able to work out an arrangement, I don’t think we all would have been completely happy.

Add to that my extended period of celibacy and the dark, erotic dreams that were plaguing me since my return, and you get one very unhappy camper. Me.

The dreams had to be partly Edward’s fault. All his talk about soul mates and uncomplicated fucks must have lodged into my subconscious. Then, adding insult to injury, he was always the main character in these dark fantasies. I’d give just about anything to be able to shoot him right now.

I scooted up to a sitting position and propped some pillows behind my back. The clock beside my bed said it was six in the evening, but it was already pitch black outside. I hated wintertime for that. Longer nights meant more opportunities for all the bad little monsters to orchestrate havoc in innocent people’s lives.

I’d had a long night last night raising zombies. Then, just as I was about to slip into bed, Zerbrowski had called. So, I was back up and out examining a crime scene until ten o’clock this morning. Another sleepless night. Joy. It was a pity that working all night and half the morning didn’t exhaust me enough to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Of course, that line of thought brought me right back around to my current problem. These erotic dreams about Edward had to stop. They were driving me crazy. I walked around in a constant state of arousal and was beginning to suspect that my subconscious was trying to tell me something more than just the fact that I needed to get laid. God forbid. Death with the Executioner. Well, that would just be redundant.

I leaned back against the headboard and stretched my arms over my head. The act sent a flashback of my dream shivering through my body. Tension coiled in my gut and a gentle throbbing tingled between my legs. Groaning with need, I smoothed my hands over my breasts and squeezed. My arousal skyrocketed, stealing my breath.

Maybe just this one time. I had been too stubborn before to relieve myself, but something had to give. Before I could talk myself further into it, one of my hands had already sneaked into my panties, my need making the decision for me.

I pulled my nightshirt off one-handed and almost ripped my panties tugging them off with the other hand. Relaxing against the pillows, my fingers lightly played over my nipples, pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. A surprised moan escaped my throat. They were so much more sensitive than they’d ever been. Heaven.

My mind readily began supplying scenes from my dreams. Visions of Edward’s mouth on my breasts, his tongue between my legs, rolled behind the screen of my closed eyelids. A part of me expected the thoughts of him to cool the burning ache shuddering through me, but they only fanned the flames higher.

The fingers of my right hand brushed through the tight curls of my sex and dipped between the slick folds to stroke quick circles around my clit. I gasped at the initial contact and then relaxed into the movement, my legs falling open to allow myself complete access.

Exquisite tingles arced between my breasts and clit. Continuous moans chased each other from my lips. Time stood still as my orgasm spiraled towards the surface. I imagined Edward, hard and thick, thrusting into me as my fingers mimicked the motion. My orgasm, strong and sharp, quickly burst through me with a cry, his name whispered softly into the now silent room.

I lay, panting, for a few minutes before dragging myself off the bed to take a shower. A twinge of embarrassment plagued my conscience over using Edward as my fantasy material. I was sure he’d be appalled if he knew the thoughts I just had about him. I felt vaguely dirty over it, too, but was mostly amused. Edward had just given me one of the best orgasms of my life, and he didn’t even have to be here to do it.

I didn’t have to work tonight or for the rest of the weekend, but I made short work of my shower anyway. Wrapping a towel around myself, I headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Decisions had to be made about how Jean-Claude, Richard, and I would deal with our triumvirate, and I wanted to use my time off to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.

A few steps from the kitchen, I smelled the aroma of freshly made coffee. My feet carried me through the doorway just as my mind registered the fact that I was wearing nothing but a towel, I wasn’t armed, and someone was in my house uninvited.

I froze mid-stride, my eyes flying to the intruder sitting at my breakfast table.

It was Edward.

Panic jackknifed through my gut. Fuck! Two questions screamed through my mind before I turned and fled back to my room.

How long had he been here? And, how much had he seen or heard?
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