House of Pleasure

him without restraint, giving him boundless, unbelievable pleasure. Groaning in blissful agony, he succumbed to the longest, hottest release he had ever experienced. He claimed her with a few last, powerful thrusts, then lay still, drawing her down into his embrace. "Don't think that I'll ever let you go now," he said, pulling her close. He deeply inhaled her sweet scent, closing his eyes.

Sighing, she snuggled into the safety of his arms. "I love you, Luke," she whispered against his skin before she fell asleep, finally at peace and right where she belonged - in the arms of the man of her dreams.

*****

When Jane woke, she was still lying on Luke's tall, strong body. He had drawn the cover over them both, making sure that she didn't feel cold. Even in his sleep, he was holding her, reluctant to let her move to the other side of the bed. Smiling, she kissed him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

The splendor of the harem, however, had vanished as the House had taken its magic away. They were resting on a wooden four-poster bed, in a bedroom that could be found in any Victorian mansion.

Sadly, Jane closed her eyes. "Forgive me," she whispered, hoping that the house could hear her. Whatever it was, she knew that it had loved and protected her. "I never wanted to betray you, but I love him, with all my heart," she tried to explain. "I can't help it."

She imagined that the air grew colder for a brief moment, but the feeling vanished quickly. When she dared to open her eyes again, she saw that the room had changed. It was still a Victorian bedroom, but now it was decorated with dozens of roses, just like the morning parlor on the day she had arrived here.

"Thank you," she said, smiling to herself.

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About the Author

Deborah Court lives in a picturesque European small town with her husband, two lovely children and a hyperactive Siamnese cat. At night she loves to write romances about elven warriors of deadly beauty, capable of making a woman die from sheer pleasure - or erotic novellas to awaken the deepest, secret fantasies of her readers.

 

 

More Books by Deborah Court

 

"

Bound to the Prince

", Book One in the Elven Warrior Trilogy. Available as a Kindle

e-book

and

paperback

at Amazon, and at all major retailers. Also available for all

other e-readers

.

 

Coming early in 2012: "

Bound by Magic

", Book Two in the Elven Warrior Trilogy.

Now read on for an excerpt from "

Bound by Magic

". Enjoy!

Bound by Magic

Elven Warrior Trilogy, Book Two

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

 

The giant nest was cradled in the crown of an ancient tree, so high up in the clouds that it couldn't be seen from the ground. But even at such an early hour, the Enchanted Forest was already teaming and humming with life. Small animals rustled through the dense undergrowth, searching for food or hunting insects. A dragonfly with large, iridescent wings landed on the edge of the nest, drinking the morning dew from one of the oak's leaves.

A woman's lustful moans broke the silence, and the dragonfly sailed off to find a quieter place to rest while the nest vibrated and shook with movement. "Calatin," the female voice sighed. Deep male laughter followed. A sudden surge of magic exploded from the nest and drifted down to the ground like a golden cloud. It made the old tree vibrate from deep within, and its leaves shivered with pleasure. The woman cried out again, stricken with ecstasy. "Not again," she whimpered. "Have mercy with me, elf. Of all the King's warriors, I am sure that none can keep up with your stamina. You have been loving me all night. I can't take any more." She gasped as a sudden movement shook the nest. "Please," she shrieked, then changed her opinion, "yes, that's right! Don't you dare to stop now …"

"Oh, but he will", a cold, female voice interrupted the lovers, their bodies entangled in the soft, feather-filled nest. A black cloaked woman crouched over them on a large branch above the nest, staring down at them with blatant hatred in her eyes while she stared at the couple, both naked and heated from their passionate game. The female was a petite, slender woman, her soft skin the deepest of blue while her hair was a radiant mixture of colors - crimson, purple and green. Her scarlet wings were folded against her back, to prevent them from getting crushed while she mated with her lover. She looked like a beautiful exotic bird, reborn in human form. Yet she was as immortal as the elf who gently pushed her away now, leaving her aroused and aching for his sweet torture to continue. Gracefully rising in one swift movement, he faced the intruder, shameless and proud in all his glorious nakedness.

Both women caught their breaths as their eyes devoured the whole of his magnificent body, highlighted so delightfully in the early morning sun which sent the first beams through the dense branches of the trees. He was the most perfect male either of them had ever beheld; long, tall and strong, broad-shouldered and sculpted with muscle.

"Medeia," he said, his eyes fixed on the uninvited guest who drew back the hood of her cloak, revealing a pale, narrow face and long, midnight black hair she wore over her shoulder in a thick braid. Her posture was rigid, her tall, athletic body radiating power. But her eyes were her most impressive attribute; they were very dark and sparkled with intelligence. He watched her