Steamy Excerpt – A Gift of the Darkest Magic by Ashlynn Monroe


Would you be willing to betray the person you love in order to save their life?

Clarissa's husband Matt is dying of cancer. They've tried everything that medicine has to offer, both traditional and experimental, and nothing's worked. Clarissa spends her days in the hospital, watching the man she loves slip closer and closer to certain death.

When her sister tells her she knows a way to save Matt, but it involves visiting a local club run by vampires, Clarissa is outraged that her sister would believe something so insane. But then she learns the truth.

Braden, the sexy and mysterious vampire who runs the club, does indeed have the means to save Matt, but he demands a high payment in return. He doesn't want money, her blood, or even her life…he wants something she never expected. Clarissa has a choice—spend twenty-four hours in Braden's bed or let her husband die.

But what she never foresaw was how much more the vampire would truly want after he'd given her the gift of the darkest magic.

Content Warning: infidelity, light bondage, anal sex, and rough sex

 

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Moaning, Clarissa pulled his face closer to the source of pleasure. Braden drew the nipple into his mouth and she realized his mouth felt chilly, not hot as she'd expected. The unique sensation only added to her pleasure. He sucked hard, and she arched her back. He turned his attention to the other breast and repeated his actions with perfect duplication. Clarissa's eyes closed and she let her arms fall back above her head. Writhing under his mouth, she gasped as he nicked her nipple with his sharp fang.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at him. When he smiled up at her, she realized the action was intentional. He lapped at the blood from the small wound and the pleasurable pain brought her almost to the edge of another orgasm. When he turned his attention back to her other breast she stiffened, waiting for the pain, but it never came. This time he only licked and teased her sensitive nipple. Her uncertainty actually magnified her lust. Her body felt like it was made of pure sensation, and the freedom felt amazing. Her existence was nothing more than this moment and the delicious tingles of want. She dug her nails into his back, wanting him to bite her again.

He growled low in his throat. He nicked her again.

"Yes. Braden, suck it hard," she cried.

He did.

Clarissa felt something wild released from deep in her psyche. She ground her breast against his mouth, her p*ssy dripping wet. She relished the scent of sex in the air. Clarissa became lust. Instead of giving him her humanity, she became a feral animal.

"I want more!" she screamed, not sure of what she demanded, but she knew it was beyond her past sexual experiences.

He chuckled, pulling away. "Shh, my wild one. I will give you as much as you can handle. Suck my c*ck with all that untamed fury. I want to sink into your sweet p*ssy, but first I want to feel your lips on me."

He allowed her to push him onto his back. She cradled his hip with her arm and found his amazing erection magnificently waiting. Taking the large head of his penis in her mouth, she licked him slowly. Braden moaned and his body jerked as she took more of him into her mouth. Blessed with almost no gag reflex, Clarissa took in almost all of him.

"Iesu Melys ydych yn lladd fi," he cried.

She paused and the smallest glimpse of a thought touched her mind. Sweet Jesus, you're killing me. Clarissa wondered if she'd just imagined it, or if she'd actually understood him wordlessly.

She put her lips between her teeth and his skin and began to work his shaft with quick, firm pressure as she sucked in hard.

"Annwyl. Ydy. O Dduw ie." He moaned.

Beloved. Yes. Oh God, yes. She didn't imagine it this time. She wanted to know what language he called out to her with.

"Welsh, her language," he answered her thought quietly.

The words have a beautiful lyrical quality, she decided.

"Yes," he agreed. She was getting more comfortable with the unusual silent communication. "Lick my sack, sweet," he requested.

She obeyed immediately. Her tongue lapped at the large orb, matting the downy hairs as she rolled her tongue over him. She sucked him into her mouth gently, taking as much of him in as she could.

"You must stop before I cannot stop my release."

She lapped at him a few more times before he sat up, hooking her under the arms and pulling her to him. He kissed her with a tenderness she hadn't expected. He cradled her head in his large palm as his lips skimmed hers softly.

He rolled with her and she found her body pinned underneath his. The hard planes of his face and golden glint of his hair in the candlelight were an amazing contrast. Her fallen angel breathed heavily and she opened her legs for him, ready and wanting his hardness. She felt him brush against her and she pushed toward him.

"You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in a very long time, Clarissa," he said fervently.

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