I Want

Blurb

Antoinette knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it--until the afternoon she encounters a devastatingly attractive daimon masking as human. Stripped of the veneer of civilized society and transported to a tropical island called Desirata she's now offered a chance to discover what she truly desires.

Excerpt

Slowly, she began to surface from the pleasant embrace of unconsciousness. She became aware there were hands stroking her body. She turned from her side to lie on her back and stretched luxuriously, fully embracing the feeling of well-being. She felt hands at her breasts, one hard and hot, the other warm and silky. A balance of feeling that filled her with need. Hands moved to her legs, opening her thighs, stroking. Soft fingers teased her clit, as a hard, thick finger entered her vagina. The sensations of soft and firm…oh, God, it felt so good, milking her, pulling and thrusting, circling and teasing, driving her higher and higher. Soft lips explored her mouth. A demanding, wet tongue traced the curve of her ear.

"Oh, God," she screamed, as again she exploded into shattering pieces of pleasure. She bucked against the hands as they pulled every pleasure-pulsing sensation from her body. Finally, the fingers left her and returned to fondle her breasts. Such an explosion of feeling. She felt her heart expand inside her chest, overflowing with beautiful, rich need. Tears seeped from beneath her lids. Too much feeling collided inside her, emotions she'd kept imprisoned for so long in a deep, dark corner of her being. She felt the need to embrace them both, absorb them into herself. They were so totally giving, and she'd never been subjected to such earth-shattering pleasure as this.

"It's time to leave," Mercury whispered in her ear when she had quieted. She opened her eyes to gaze up at his dark countenance.

"Leave?" she finally found the energy to ask. God, she never wanted to leave this place.

He rose from the bed and looked down at her. "There's more to see. To experience."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "More?"

His smile as he held out his hand, offered secret promise. "Oh, yes. How can you know your desire, until you've experienced the rest?"

She took his hand and rose from the bed. "How much more can there be?" Her body should be sore, unable to respond. But she rose from the bed and stood by his side. She turned her head to look at Cyn, who lay with her legs splayed open upon the bed, the glitter of desire sparkling lushly upon her thighs. She was indeed very beautiful and tempting, lying there.

"Good-bye, Nettie," she said. "It was a pleasure loving you. I hope we have a chance to meet again."

"I-I…" She stopped and gathered her scattered emotions and looked down at her. "You've taught me something about myself. I didn't know that such softness could be so very pleasant, or that sex could be gentle and arousing. I've only known hard and demanding. My whole life has been about taking. But you give so freely, so passionately. And sweetly."

"It's why you're here, Nettie," Mercury said from behind her. "Your inner heart wants to experience the warmth you've been afraid to seek. Your first lover took all your sweetness and gave you nothing in return. He should have treasured your passion, not trampled it."

She turned to look at him. Understanding began to blossom inside her. Give and take. Male and female. Soft and hard. Sex wasn't all about taking and pain and experiencing a loss of self. Power wasn't all about taking, bleeding people dry, and throwing them away. It was--

She shied away from her thoughts. There was still some pain at understanding knowledge in that direction. To think too deeply on the subject still hurt, and she shied away from the discovery in that direction. Instead, she turned to Mercury. What she did want to do was to see what else he had to show her. Suddenly, she was eager to experience more of what he had in mind. It no longer mattered if it was real or fantasy.

"Lead the way."