Immortal Treasure

Blurb

Immortality demands a high price. Khafeelamtek, First Vizier and Caretaker of the Secrets of the King, has been awoken one last time by the sun god, Ra, to perform an important task. His reward for successful completion will be peace in the afterlife--something he has coveted for millennia. But he did not count on becoming so quickly, and deeply, attracted to the lovely Dr. Cassandra Linsey, an Egyptologist and Linguist, who also happens to be the person selected by the gods as the caretaker of the secrets he must share.

Khafeel has five days in which to gain Dr. Linsey's trust and reveal the existence of the mythical province of Niveka. Complicating things, and adding a thorn to his side, is the appearance of the beautiful, spoiled Sahrametatiri, twin sister and royal wife to the king, who has been awoken by Bast, to assure that Khafeel succeeds in his mission.

What should have been a simple chore of revealing proof of the existence of Niveka and thereby obtaining immortality for their ancient, doomed city, and achieving the long sought peace in the afterlife for himself, has culminated in the painful realization that the most rare and precious treasure he has ever known must be abandoned..and there was nothing he could do th change their destinies. Or was there?

Excerpt

"Turn around." His deep voice enveloped her like the raven depths of a moonless summer night. Sultry heat enshrouded her; shivers undulated through her. Instinctively, she reached out to drop her purse on the dresser freeing her hands, and slowly turned to face him.

Illumination from a small lamp on the other side of the room near the bed provided an intimate, shadowy luminescent glow to the room.

He leaned forward and grazed his lips across hers. He nuzzled and sucked her lower lip between his teeth, scored lightly, drawing her deeper beneath his spell of enchantment.

"I love the taste of you," he whispered as he slowly unfastened the tiny buttons on her blouse. His lips echoed the path of his fingers as each button revealed more of her heated skin to his perusal.

Once the blouse was undone, as he trailed it over her shoulders and down her arms, his mouth and tongue feasted at the shadowy valley between her breasts, licking and nipping at the exposed inner curve of flesh. Dropping her head back, she moaned and arched, threading her fingers through his silky midnight hair, enchanted by the sensations of his roving, seductive mouth.

After dropping her shirt to the floor, he moved upward to feather kisses along the angle of her collarbone to the frantic pulse beating at the hollow of her throat. "I love the feel of you."

When his fingertips ghosted down along her ribs, across her stomach, she inhaled sharply as simmering heat flared in her abdomen. Sparks traveled throughout her body.

She needed more. Oh, God, so much more. Reaching up, she unbuttoned his shirt. The creamy, cool silk felt soft and light beneath her fingers as though it might disappear at her touch. So unlike the heat of his skin revealed beneath. God, he was beautiful. Dark, smooth skin, stretched over steel tight muscle, the deep bronze and molten gold richness of precious, potent metal.

She drifted her hands over his defined chest, down the six-pack of sculpted abs. Molded perfection, the muscles flexing beneath her roving fingers. Placing both hands flat over his pecs, then tweaking and kneading the taut brown nipples, she raised her gaze upward, marveling at how perfect a specimen of manhood he was, drowning in the joy of touching him.

Suddenly feeling shy, she lowered her hands and turned to move toward the nightstand near the bed to turn off the light, not wanting him to see all the imperfections of her own body. He held tightly to her hand. "Where are you going?" "Shouldn't we turn the light off?" she asked him quietly. He was too perfect, and she knew she couldn't possibly measure up to the other women who'd graced his bed. She didn't want to see his disappointment when he realized how truly rounded and soft she really was. Not tonight.

He pulled her back to him and cupped the side of her face. "No. I want to see you in the light. I want to know what you're feeling every minute as I worship you." He reached around and unclasped the very functional bra she wore. It fell away, leaving her naked from the waist up.

He reached out to stroke her breast--watched as her nipples beaded tightly beneath the feathery touch. He dropped his hand, and she gasped, looking up to meet his black gaze of desire.

"Touch me again," she begged.

She saw him smile as he reached out with both hands, this time to cup the heavy, round globes of her breasts, stroking across the nipples with the pads of his thumbs as her body coiled tightly in response.

"You like that," he growled. It wasn't a question.

She arched toward him, wanting more, needing it. "Yes," she moaned, feeling the primal lust sweep through her, wanting to grab him and make him fuck her fast and hard until there was nothing beyond feeling him inside her. A vision of sweating, heaving bodies, slapping and driving need sprang up before her eyes.

"Please, I need you," she begged. She reached frantically for the closure of his trousers, unhooked them, then yanked the zipper down. She pushed them lower, along with his underwear, and his cock sprang free, jutting out proudly, thick, long, and hard. Her pussy clenched with the need to feel him separating her, tunneling deep inside.

Oh, God, she needed to taste him, hold him, feel all that hard strength with her hands, in her mouth, so very deep inside.

He palmed one of her breasts with his hand and lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing, drawing it deep inside. She arched into him, colors kaleidoscoping within her mind.

"Yes, oh, God, yes," she cried out, shuddering with the pleasure he gave her as his tongue twirled round and round. Finally, he lifted his head to look down at her.

Without releasing his gaze, she slowly sank to her knees, one thought in her mind. Licking her lips, she lowered her head.