Entranced: Spellbound (Book Three)

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his underwear. His cock was huge and hard, ready for me. I gasped when I saw it, at the memory of all the ways he used it on me. He grunted low in his throat and was on me again. This time, his face was deep in my pussy, sucking, licking, flicking my clit with his tongue. I gripped the bed sheets and gasped. The vigor with which he ate my cunt, sent me into sensuous hysterics. The room began to spin, and my body became rigid with lust.
    He held my legs wide open , and I was sopping wet with saliva and my own juices. Just as I was about to come from his tongue, he thrust his cock in me, and I exploded into orgasmic rage. My newly manicured fingernails ripped down his back, and he growled at me as he pumped into my thighs. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the air in time with my rhythmic moans.
    He turned me over so I was astride him. My hands gripped his shoulders as h e pumped me from below. My bouncing breasts added to the sensuous assault on my consciousness. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I was in a delirium, looking down at his handsome face, his piercing blue eyes. He placed me on my stomach and entered me from behind. I was prone upon the bed, my legs straight and relaxed and close together. He worked my pussy with his whole body, tickling the entrance of my dark hole with the tips of his fingers.
    Then he pulled me back on my hands and knees, gripping my breas t as her rocked his cock inside me. I was breathless, senseless, coming over and over. He fucked me for what seemed like hours in every position I could imagine.
    I was spent. I felt I had run a fuck marathon. Finally, with my exhausted body sprawled out on my back, and my arms and legs relaxed against the bed. He pushed into me one last time with a quaking orgasm. We were both sweaty and spent and lay against the bed, catching our breaths. When my heart rate was finally normal, I rolled into the crook of his shoulder and nestled my head there. He kissed my forehead and said, “Ya lyublyu tebya, Lyubimaya.”
    “ What does that mean,” I said tracing the outline of a tattoo with my finger tip.
    “ It means, I love you, my Sweet Darling.”
    “ Oh Alexi, I love you too.” I climbed up to kiss his mouth. A tear welled in my eye. Why did my love feel like pain? It was all so overwhelming, so unreal, so unknowable. The tear fell on his cheek, and he wiped it away, looking into my eyes.
    “ Why do you weep, Lyubimaya? Aren’t you happy?”
    “ Yes, this has been probably the best day of my life. I just don’t know what to do with it, or where to put it in my head, or in my heart.”
    “ Don’t worry, my Darling. I will take care of everything, and you will know more than you have ever known, see more than you have ever seen. And I will show it to you."
     

Chapter Three
    I ran up to the Neo-Gothic castle entran ce and gasped like an exited child. It was magnificent and perched on the cliff face high over the sea. It looked like a fairy tale castle. The sea glistened below the color of the soft morning sky. A breeze kicked up white caps and ruffled the flags that topped the four conical spires. I turned to Alexi, my face wide with a beaming smile.
    “ But it can’t be that old,” I said, “It looks like it belongs in Disneyland.”
    “ Sparrow’s Nest was built in 1912,” he said flatly, “It is a tourist attraction. But I thought you would like it. It is quite a spectacle.”
    I dug out my camera and began clicking away. It was so exciting. I couldn ’t wait to paint it when I got back home— wherever that was going to be from now on. We walked down a stone path that led under the castled along the rock face. I was able to take pictures of the dramatic angle of the castle from down below. It seemed to thrust out over the cliff, as if it wanted to dive into the sea.
    Yellow summer flowers smiled at me as I took pictures of everything I saw. I turned my camera on Alexi, studying his features with my camera. He was so handsome , I wanted

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