Captives of New Pompeii (22 page)

“Yes, your cock feels good inside me.” She
released his hands and leaned forward so she could move faster.

He grasped her hips and hindered her
movements, his gaze burning into her eyes. “We’ve got all night.
I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I need to come.” She groaned.

“So come.” He slipped his hand in between
their bodies and found her clit. “I’ll make it last long enough so
you can come again.”

How could she argue with that? She arched
her back and held still halfway up his cock as he skillfully worked
her clit. It only took a few rotations and her orgasm crested,
sweeping through her body in powerful waves.

He sat up and wrapped her legs around his
waist. She pressed her breast against his chest as his mouth
covered hers. She always felt more alive with his cock inside her.
It was addictive and invigorating. Their mouths locked while their
tongue dueled, and his hand caressed her back.

“Have the other priestesses accepted you as
their leader?” he whispered against her lips.

They had been so busy for the past two weeks
they had not really had time to catch each other up on their
individual progress. “You want to talk about his now?”

He grasped her bottom and dragged her up
nearly off his cock. “I can multitask. Can’t you?”

His cock pushed deep again and she shivered.
“Not when you do that.”

“I need to slow way down or I’m not going to
keep my promise,” he warned.

“So come,” she echoed. “I want to watch your
face when you lose control.”

He carefully lowered her to her back and
hooked his arms beneath her knees. She was all right as long as he
did not loom over her or hold her down. He filled her with long,
steady thrusts. She canted her hips and watched his face,
enthralled by the stark emotions.

He gasped and panted, his gaze locked with
hers. So hot, so loving, so
hers
!

His hips rocked faster, shuttling his cock
with dizzying speed. He cried out sharply and thrust his full
length deep into her pussy. His features tensed with each distinct
spasm and she felt the hot spurts of his seed.

“Now I owe you one,” he grumbled, pulling
her with him as he spread out on his side. He drew her leg up onto
his hip and kept his cock inside her as he stared into her eyes.
“You are amazing. This is amazing.”

“‘This’ being my snug passage?” she asked
with a playful smile.

“‘This’ being the way I feel about you. How
quickly and completely I fell in love with you.”

She kissed the tip of his nose and traced
his lips with her thumb. “I love you too, more than I ever dreamed
possible.”

“Now can we talk about the temple?”

She laughed. “Now I’m sleepy.”

He pinched her bottom and she wiggled
closer, tightening her leg around his hip. “How have the other
priestesses accepted their new leader?”

“I was more or less their leader while
Perion was alive. It wasn’t that big an adjustment. They are
relieved that he is gone and they are trying to acclimate
themselves to the new city. So, how are things progressing at the
clinic? Have you chosen your staff yet?”

“I don’t think the clinic will be fully
operational by the grand opening. Xyell will just have to deal.
I’ve hired one of the doctors and both the nurses. I still need a
pharmacist. Pardon me, an apothecary.”

“It will be really frustrating for all of
you to give up technology. I know they made concessions for some
things, but you are still going to be practicing medicine with one
hand tied behind your back.”

“Just having access to antibiotics will be a
vast improvement for these people. The rest will keep life
interesting.”

“I suspect boredom won’t be a problem for
either of us.”

“I suspect you’re right.” They paused for a
long, tender kiss then he said, “Have you had any more
visions?”

“Not so far. We have prepared as well as we
can. All we can do now is respond to each crisis as it comes our
way.”

He rubbed his lips against hers and
whispered, “Welcome to New Pompeii.”

The adventures in New Pompeii continue
with

Passions
of New Pompeii

Aubrey
Ross

New Pompeii, playground of the rich and
decadent, has been operational for two years when Elaina decides
something drastic must be done. Her brother and the other founders
are out of control. Their cruelty and disregard for the lives and
dignity of the city’s inhabitants has become widespread and
twisted.

Elaina accepts her brother’s invitation and
attends the gladiator games. She finds the battle revolting and
barbaric yet stirring in ways she didn’t anticipate. Theos, her
brother’s new champion, is mesmerizing. His sculpted body and
untamed spirit leave her aching for an up-close-and-personal
demonstration of his strength.

Theos is torn between frustration and anger.
His master has requested before that he pleasure Fedoran women and
he has always refused, but this time is different. He must convince
Elaina he is content, that New Pompeii exists for the pleasure of
all Fedorans. If she succeeds in closing the city, she will nullify
his reason for living.

East Coast Dichotomy

Aubrey
Ross

Dichotomy
: Within hours of arriving
on mysterious Epiphany Island, Chelsea, a history professor,
encounters Ray, a gorgeous, fun-loving blond. She’s ready to
abandon her inhibitions and spend the week in Ray's arms -- until
she meets Delano.

Matchmaker
:
After a ruthless rejection, Thane is convinced he will never
find a woman who can accept his dark nature and demanding desire.
Sam, Thane’s Dichotomy, is infuriated by Thane's attitude.
Determined to find their true mate and prove to Thane that a soul
bonding is not hopeless, Sam hires a Faerie matchmaker.

Carousel
:
Someone is killing members of the
Dark Elf
Court. Lyell, a ruthless warrior, is sent to
track down the murderer. His investigation leads him to The
Carousel, an exclusive nightclub that caters to otherworldly
beings. The club's owner, sultry Evette, immediately catches his
eye.

Snow
Blind
:
Sekarrah is the first female
Dark Elf to command a royal security team. She is both intrigued
and infuriated when her mentor, Dezmon, arrives from the Dark Elf
Realm. She can’t deny the attraction she feels for Dezmon, but her
first priority must be to Prince Lyell.

About the Author:

Aubrey
Ross

When my parents realized I had an aptitude
for storytelling—okay, even at an early age I was a consummate
liar—they encouraged me to find constructive ways to put all that
“creativity” to use. I wrote my first novel when I was in junior
high school. It was a typical teenage girl’s fantasy about being
kidnapped by a rock star, finding out he was really a
misunderstood, millionaire’s son, and living happily ever after
with the reformed rebel. Erotic romance just seemed like an
inevitable destination for someone with my naughty muse.

Now I spend my days, and many of my nights,
trying to keep up with the characters springing to life within my
mind. I find creative ways of avoiding errands and housework
because I can’t drag myself away from the dramas unfolding in my
latest story. And every day I thank God I was able to quit my day
job and actively pursue my dream!

I also write paranormal romance as Cyndi
Friberg. So if you’re in the mood for something a little less...in
your face, give one of my other books a try:

http://cyndifriberg.com

Other Books by Aubrey
Ross

Self-Published
:

Dichotomy Saga (Shapeshifter)