The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Free Page A

made for quite the
contrast, which I was sure was not arranged by mistake.  It would make for all
the better show. 
    Mister Tall,
dark and muscular takes the fair, young virgin maiden.
    And though I had heard he was no more than twenty years of
age, he appeared to be every bit a man as many older ones I had known.  He was
the man most women only dream of having for a lover.  And here I was fortunate
enough to have him for my first.
    The way Vincenzo stood there fixedly waiting, devouring me
with his penetrating gaze set my insides to liquefying, making me so
lightheaded, I thought I would surely faint right there on the spot.  However,
there was no way I was going to humiliate myself like that— or miss this
delicious opportunity before me.
    Inviting me to him, he lifted his arm, reaching his hand out
to me.  By the time I had reached him, I was practically panting with anticipation. 
Immediately taking control, he wrapped his arm about my waist, abruptly pulling
me to him.  I gasped at the feel of his hot body against mine.  Towering over
me, he leaned down to look upon me.  Before I knew it, his lips were claiming
mine, his tongue seeking mine out hungrily.  I did not hesitate in accepting,
relishing the novel feel of his tongue dancing about mine.
    God, he tastes good!
    After he had thoroughly kissed me, making it clear that he
would have me, Vincenzo released his hold upon me, taking a step back.  My legs
severely weakened from his incredible kiss, I nearly collapsed.  Instead I
managed only a slight stumble.  His hands moved up to my chest, and grasping
the delicate fabric of my gown he pulled them apart, ripping it straight down
the middle.  I detected some restlessness from the audience as the gown fell
off of me and to the floor.  I felt a moment of sudden shyness as realisation
washed over me that I now stood naked before not only him, but also the
hundreds of Vampires in the audience. 
    Vincenzo’s eyes raking hungrily over my body as they were, I
felt myself already growing impatient for this to commence.  Likewise valuing
the sight of him, I wanted him to take me.  I was beyond ready to know
the feel of a man claiming me with his cock, hard and ready to bestow me
pleasures which only a woman could know.
     
     
     

Chapter Two

     
     
    S o many years had passed since that first night, since
my steamy deflowering on stage before the crowd of bloodthirsty Vampires.  In
those years, there was virtually nothing I had not seen, had not done.  I was fairly
confident I had grown completely numb to the Vampires whom I was required to
service and all of their varying idiosyncrasies. 
    While I did not necessarily mind that part of my job,
still I had no particular attraction to them.  I merely tolerated them.  Some
were more pleasant than others, and some flat-out revolted me.  But most of
them just were .  
    I certainly had never become entranced by one, or gave any
further thought to them after my duty was done and I left the room.
    That is, until the night he walked into the club— and
right into my soul. 
    As I mentioned earlier, I was in the middle of relishing my
performance with two of my favourite, most scrumptious males.  As the German
male moved away from my face to trade places with the Italian occupying my sex,
my view was opened up.  Before it happened, I had been whimpering, intensely
impatient to be filled again.  But somewhere amidst their transition, my focus shifted. 
    Drawing me away from my carnal euphoria, I felt an
exceptionally penetrating stare from someone in the audience.  Turning my head
to the side I gazed out.  At once, my eyes were met with those of another’s and
there was no mistaking that it was he who had alerted my senses. 
    Filled with an unsettling confusion, I forced my eyes shut
to try to refocus on the pleasurable sensations in my body as I felt a hard
male organ pushing its way inside me again.  Instead, my mind wandered,
thinking of him