The Tempting: Seducing the Nephilim. D. M. Pratt

Five

      That night Eve sat at her vanity and brushed her hair. It was a ritual her mother had taught her. Eve found it relaxing. Each stroke seemed to pull away all the stress and left her to relax in the moment. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dark circles seemed more evident this evening than at any other time. She hated wearing makeup, but tonight she wanted to look exceedingly pretty for Beau. He had been in New Orleans most of the day arguing with the lawyers, fighting over contracts and trying to undo what his grandfather had done. He’d missed both dinner and his most favorite ritual of putting Philip to bed. Eve heard the sound of his car driving up their gravel driveway. There was a long pause before the car door slammed. She wouldn’t be able to hear Beau arrive once they moved into the big house. She wondered what it would be like living in the monstrously large main house of Gregoire Manner.

      Eve dabbed a little concealer on the dark circles under her eyes and pulled out her favorite scent- a small blue crystal bottle of pear and amber oil from Egypt that Cora had given her. She dabbed her finger and traced down her long neck and into her décolletage, letting the oil ride in between the cleavage of her breasts. They were high, full and pressed against the tight bodice of her cream-colored nightgown. She listened to the noise downstairs in the small study just off the parlor as Beau uncapped a crystal decanter and poured himself a glass of single malt scotch. It must’ve been an incredibly stressful day—he wasn’t a drinker. A few moments later she heard his heavy steps coming up the stairs. She tied her hair back into a long braid and tied a small ribbon at its end. It was loose enough so that if he ran his fingers through her braid, it would tumble apart. She knew that playing with her hair was one of his pleasures. Eve stood and lit scented candles. She dimmed the lights in the room. She felt his presence at the door before she turned, the match still between her fingers.

      “How was your day? We missed you,” she said.

      Beau barely looked at her as he crossed the room while pulling off his clothes and headed into the bathroom.

      “I’ve had better,” he answered.

      The next sounds Eve heard were his shoes and pants falling to the floor. The metal on metal of the shower curtain being pulled back blended with the squeaky turn of the handles inside the shower and the sound of falling water. She peaked through the crack in the door and watched the steam billowing up as the hot water from the shower clouded the room. She stood and watched the wet, bare shoulders of her husband-to-be glisten in the dim light. He had a broad, muscular back that curved into his high, firm ass, all perfectly balanced on two, long powerful legs. Eve liked how thick and strong his thighs were. She liked his body. She loved his hands. She wanted very much to make love to him tonight. The twinge of guilt from the attraction she felt when she and Mac spoke was still gnawing at her. Eve didn’t want to lie to Beau, especially after his long day dealing with the flock of legal vultures, but she didn’t want to stir up any paranoia he might have either. He didn’t like Mac and jealousy always seemed to rear its ugly head whenever the detective’s name, and even worse, his presence, arose.

      Eve slowly pushed open the door of the bathroom, stepped inside and closed it behind her. She studied Beau: an Adonis with his hands pressed against the shower wall, his head lowered, eyes closed and his mind obviously in deep contemplation. She slipped out of her nightgown, stepped into the shower and gracefully slid under his arm. Beau looked up. His eyes met hers. She could see in his eyes a pain and sadness so obvious it hurt her heart. She pressed her lips to his gently; once and then again. She felt the warm water run over her as she took the slightest bit of soap gel and lathered his chest and arms. With each slow circle she kissed his lips again and again. She soaped her own breasts pressing them into him, rubbing her soft mounds against him, slowly sliding from side to side until she could feel her nipples become erect. Her hands traced down his rock hard stomach before separating just above his patch of thick black hair. She moved slowly down each hip until her hands captured his penis, which hung thick and semi hard until the moment of her touch. Like a soldier called to attention by its general, his cock became rigid. Beau was a big man, well endowed, and he knew exactly what to do with all his attributes. For the moment, he did nothing except allow her to take him. Eve rubbed and washed him, running her hands up and down his legs. She turned him around and stepped into him, pressing flesh against flesh, using her body to wash his back as high as she could reach while her hands guided the water. She took the shampoo and lathered his ebony curls, then soothingly pulled his head back into the spray of warm water to rinse the thick suds away. He slowly surrendered as her hands washed every inch of him. With each caress she heard his breathing both gradually relax and deepen.

      He kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them just gently enough to make her moan. He kissed her lips with purpose before moving down the side of her face onto her neck, gently biting her flesh until he found his way to one ear. He sucked on her ear lobe and slipped his tongue inside its tiny orifice, tracing up to the edge of her ear. It tickled her and made Eve moan with pleasure. She felt beautiful in his arms. He let his face drift lower. She could feel his tongue wrap around hers. His kisses traced their way along her shoulder. He bent his body as he lifted one breast into his mouth; a kiss, a suck, a gentle bite sent chills through her entire body. She felt her libido ignite. Her hand closed around his cock, rubbing sensually up and down its shaft. She kissed him hard, a kiss filled with pure passion. She pulled from his grasp and slipped down his chest. Eve licked his nipples, playing with them as he had done to her. Her face moved down his stomach, kissing and caressing every inch of his torso. She loved his skin. It was taut and smooth with small, well placed, silky patches of dark hair. She felt her hands slide against the small dimple of his back and cup around the high, firm arc of his ass. Eve closed her eyes and squatted as her mouth found his cock, hot, hard as steel and wet from the flow of hot water that ran over them both. Her lips parted and he slid in. She sucked on him like her favorite new candy pop. He moaned a sound she’d never heard from him. She moved her head back and forth, pressing gently down with her lips. She traced up and down each side of his shaft using her tongue; she teased and licked and sucked on the sensitive head that was starting to throb. Eve heard a deep, guttural moan, a sound so primitive it sounded as if it came from another person … from another place. Eve glanced up into the shadows to see his head drop backward in pleasure. She took him deeper into her throat. His hips moved in and out gently, ever so gently at first. In and out again and again he rocked. His fingers wove into her hair to hold her head as he pumped his manhood between her lips and down her throat. His pleasure built with each plunge until climax was only a stroke away. Eve closed her eyes imagining him loving the pleasure she was giving, but the face wasn’t Beau’s - it was Mac’s. She was making love to Beau, but fantasizing about the Detective. As much as she wanted to shake the image from her mind, the fantasy of taking Mac turned her on. Beau stopped her, reached down and, catching her under her armpits, lifted her to her feet and into his arms so she could straddle him. Eyes shut tight she envisioned looking into Mac’s eyes. He parted her legs and stabbed himself inside her. Eve held onto the shower curtain with one hand and latched her arm around his neck with the other. He lifted her up and down again and again and again. She placed one foot on the rim of the tub for balance as he grinded and twisted inside of her.

      God he was strong. One hand grabbed under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped both her legs around his hips and held on. She was lost in her fantasy and he was lost in their pleasure – experienced animals, wild and unfettered. It was freer and more erotic love making than she had ever remembered. It was a feral kind of passion, exploding and building as they released all inhibitions and unleashed a new level of their passions. She rode him like a wild horse set to the rhythm of the pounding water.

      A rush of guilt shook her. Why was this fantasy so incredible? Eve forced herself to open her eyes to look at Beau. He was there. Her lover. Her husband-to-be, but he did not look back. His eyes were closed. Was he imaging someone else? All she could see was that he was beautiful. A haze of swirling shadows encircled him. She could see his eyes. They suddenly looked as dark as Philip’s. His expression was one of someone lost in the throes of erotic passion. Suddenly, Beau’s brow furrowed more and more with each thrust inside of her. The intensity was building, driving him harder, faster, stronger and deeper. Beau was there and yet he was someplace deep inside himself. It was what she’d seen when he stood naked in the bathroom with his