Bluffing the Devil

Prologue



Every one of my senses ignited simultaneously making me stuck between wishing for instant death and or immortality, I could not decide which. “It’s sweet that you try to be modest, my love” the silhouette said with a soft, husky chuckle as I tried to hide my nudity with a blanket. Why was I even doing that? We were in complete darkness. I couldn't see him but oh.my.God. I could feel him, everywhere.

“Maybe I am cold,” I retorted.

“Perhaps I am not doing my job properly if you feel cold, kitten.” Ooh, was he going to use an endearment every time he spoke to me? His husky voice nearly purred itself across my sensitive skin. I had read about that in books at least a dozen times before, but feeling it was a totally different experience that I highly recommend to everyone.

“I am sure that you are doing your ‘job’ just fine, thank you” as my cheeks flushed and I recalled exactly what sort of job that was, and the current situation I was in.

Over the last three nights, the literal ‘man of my dreams’ had managed to seduce every one of my senses, save the one that most people would typically use as their way of deciphering if someone was their “taste” or not. While I was not one for random acts of seduction or even interested in that which people could call tantric, this shadowed stranger had delighted and pleased me in every way imaginable. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted more. Waking up was my least favorite activity anymore. I wanted to savor each nanosecond I could with him.

Snapping out of my momentary lapse in conversation with my knight of darkness, I felt him move again and realized he was moving closer to me again. Sweet Jesus, I don’t know what I did to deserve these dreams but please do not wake me for a few more hours! A girl could get used to this…