Page 15 of Caressed By Sin
The vision of Fatou flickered in my mind. She was a masterpiece of the otherworld. Silky brown skin and silver dreadlocks outlining a sexy face. Cute, pointed ears and lush, pouty lips. A delicate nose and violet eyes that twinkled like stars in the ancient night sky.
And her voice was better than a siren’s song, a hypnotic melody of sex and sin.
A seductive fairy with venomous fangs? Where did Adae find her?
She had to be a co-creation of God and Satan, possessing the heavenly good and the wickedly evil.
An undying need washed over me. A need to get her naked. A need to dominate her. A need to keep her close to me.
Why is she having such an effect on me?
Helpless, I dove my hand into my pants, clutching my throbbing cock in my hand and trying to regulate my breathing.
Need hummed within me.
Damn it.
I tightened my grip on my cock and craved release. If I had more time, I would have stroked that sensual fairy’s luscious breasts and lapped at those nipples.
All hells.
The club’s music boomed at an erratic pace, banging in my ears. My chest rose and fell as if I’d run from being chased by Adae’s war sorcerers.
Meanwhile, Fatou’s honey flavor coated my tongue.
Get a hold of yourself!
Still, those violet eyes and silver dreadlocks wouldn’t disappear from my mind.
I yanked my hand out of my pants and punched the club’s wall, busting a hole through it. Dust and pieces of plaster exploded and rained down around me.
Two guys stumbled out of the bathroom.
I cloaked myself in magic.
“Trevor, you are the man.” The guy high-fived his friend. “I can’t believe you fucked Sara and her sister, Megan.”
“Hopefully, Sara never finds out.”
“She won’t.” The guy laughed. “You’re too smooth. Plus, she believes every lie you give her.”
“I may make Sara my wife.”
“You might as well. She’ll never leave you no matter what you do.”
They continued forward, not noticing the hole in the wall or the dust hovering in the air.
Fatou almost had me. . .
I’d almost risked the fairy’s venomous bite and put my tongue between those lush, pouty lips.
Fatou. Now, that damn name will haunt me all night.
It had been several decades since I’d experienced a rush like this. I felt like laughing, singing, and crying all at once.
Touching her flesh had been an adrenaline rush like diving off a cliff several hundred feet in the air and not knowing if I would survive.
I dug into my pocket, pulled out her satin garter belt, brought it to my nose, and sniffed her sweet honey fragrance.
