Friday, March 29, 2013
Bound in Evil by Marie Rose Dufour
For hundreds of years, evil is trapped beneath the ground. It never
sleeps. It only waits to return.
A man turns his back against his magical family a long ago and the
prophecy predicting a powerful witch with green eyes will release the
imprisoned evil into the world. Nathaniel Caswell is determined to
avoid the prophecy and the sexy new woman in town who could be his
salvation or his downfall.
Meg Costa didn’t realize when she left her urban guidance counselor
job for one on the sleepy coast of Massachusetts that she would catch
the attention of the sexy green eyed sheriff and be thrown in the
middle of a battle between good and evil.
Destiny throws these two together and along with the rest of the
magical community, they need to figure out a way to save themselves
and the world from being plunged into darkness forever.
Meg held her breath as he took her hand and led her on to the dance
floor, pulling her against his body, and started swaying to the music.
As she stood there swaying with him, she felt the hard erection in his
pants brushing against her stomach. She pressed her body closer
enjoying how his body tensed and trembled against her. He tightened
his arms around her so the heat of his body burned her through her
clothes. A groan rumbled in his chest under her ear and she snuggled
deeper into his tight embrace. The smell of his cologne mixed with his
own unique scent filled and intoxicated her senses.
“You’re making it very hard for me to keep my intentions honorable,”
he whispered huskily.
Meg leaned back bringing her lower body snugger against his and stared
at him hoping the desire he ignited in her body showed in her eyes as
it did his. “At least one of us is trying to remain honorable. You
must be much stronger than I am because right now my body is screaming
for less than honorable things to be done to it.”
She didn’t think it possible but his gaze flared hotter. The desire in
his eyes caused her to gasp at the intensity. She felt her body
He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the dance floor. “Come with me.”
Meg stumbled along behind him as he brought her farther and farther
away from the light of the square and deeper and deeper into the
darkness of the hot, sultry night.
By the light of the full moon, he led her to a huge weeping willow
tree silhouetted against the darkness, its beautiful branches bowing
low to the ground creating a perfect natural curtain. Meg watched as
he pushed the branches aside creating a doorway to an inner private
sanctuary just for them.
“Do you trust me?”
Meg took a deep breath. Her whole being wanted to shout, “I trust you
with my body, heart, and soul.” Even in a haze of desire, she didn’t
think now was the time to confess never-ending devotion. There was
something about this man that completely made her forget about her
wary nature. She loved how she felt when around him and didn’t want to
scare him off.
She firmly entwined her fingers with his and squeezed his hand, unsure
if he could see the expression on her face in the darkness. “Yes, I
He pulled her into the darkness and dropped the curtain of branches,
blocking out all light from the moon. Meg stood there in the darkness,
her breathing shallow and heard pounding in her chest. He stood close
to her because she could feel the heat of his body and hear his own
shallow breathing in the darkness. Since she couldn’t see, Meg closed
her eyes and listened to her surrounding with all of her senses. She
didn’t know if the darkness or his closeness made her senses feel
sharper and clearer. Her body felt electrified.
His hand stroked down her exposed neck and arm causing her to gasp at
the trail of sensations and heat his stroke left behind. Meg felt the
small tendrils of her hair next to her ear sway from his breath. Her
whole body tensed in anticipation of what he would do next. The
whispered caress of his soft lips on the lobe of her ear caused her
body to tremble.
“Tell me,” he whispered against her ear. “Watching me this afternoon,
did it turn you on?”
Meg’s breasts swelled and constricted in the bodice of her dress. She
nodded her head in the darkness, not trusting her own voice. His
steely arm stole around her waist and roughly dragged her back against
his hard body.
“The words, Meg. I need to hear the words. Were you turned on today?”
The forcefulness of his words turned her on even more. She arched back
and rubbed herself against the hardness nestled against her back.
“Yes,” she moaned. “It turned me on. I thought about it all day.”
His lips played with her earlobe as his hands slid up and cupped her
heavy breasts. He tested their weight in his hands before pinching her
painfully erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. Meg let out a
small shriek as the sensations shot directly down to her pussy causing
it to spasm and released a flood of desire between her legs.
The pressure on her nipples increased and a moan slipped past her
lips. The darkness and the fact she couldn’t see him amplified all of
the feelings within her body. She could no longer think a rational
thought except how she wanted his hands on her skin, anywhere,
Meg couldn’t control her body anymore. Like a cat, she sensuously
rubbed the back of her body against his hard form. It thrilled her to
hear his breath catch in his throat. It felt good to know she wasn’t
the only one close to losing control.
“Do you want to know a secret?” His lips traced the line of her jaw.
Meg tilted her head to give him better access.
“I knew you were there watching me and it turned me on more. Did you
go home and play with yourself and think about me?”
“No, I took a cold shower,” Meg moaned as his hand brushed the V
between her legs through her dress and slowly started to inch the hem
up her body.
From the darkness behind her, she heard him chuckle. It’s sensual
nature filled with desire and dark promises. Unspoken promises which
made the walls of her pussy clench in anticipation. She continued to
rub against him trying to provide herself with any type of relief. All
she truly accomplished was to feed the flame of their desire.
“My poor, poor, baby. Did it work?” She felt her dress being tugged up
inch by tantalizing inch higher and higher.
“No, it did nothing. I think it made me want you more.”