The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series)
her butt cheeks as he
nibbled on her earlobe.
    Michelle leaned her head back and surrendered to the assault
of sensations turning her helpless and legless.  “ Mon dieu , Aaron.  You never told me she could do
this.  I think I can forgive you, now.”
    His laughter rumbled against her ear as his shaft pressed
deeper into the cleft of her ass to slide between her legs.  Looking Urvashi in
the eyes, Michelle reached down between her sopping wet folds and tried to
slide the head of his cock inside.
    Urvashi’s hand closed over hers, the electric zing flowing
through her fingers and straight into her sensitive labia.
    “Oye.”  She almost came right there.
    Urvashi pulled her hand away.  “This is for me tonight. 
Mine alone.  Aaron will have to find another place to put his cock.”  Urvashi
slid her warm magic fingers down over Michelle’s juicy clit, rubbing in
circular motions and then dipped two fingers inside, curling up and back into
that place, that special spot.
    Only Aaron knew exactly where to hit that spot, Michelle had
taught him.  This woman had stolen the intimate knowledge of Michelle’s body from
her lover’s mind.
    The unimaginable sensation of electrostim both inside and
out, with Urvashi’s flexing fingers brought on a splashing wave of climax. 
“Oye, mon dieu! ” 
Michelle yanked Aaron’s hair to pull him down into a solid chomp, burying her
fangs in his neck.  An orgasm this good could not be managed without biting
    Through the haze of wondrous sensations, her wet mound
humping on Urvashi’s magic hand, the woman issued a warning.  “Do not bite me. 
I made allowance for one mistake. I will not do so again.”
    Michelle let go of Aaron’s neck, slurping his blood off her
lips and nodded.  “ Oui .”  Too absorbed in the moment to think of
anything but the simplest answer.
    “I mean it.  If you bite me, I will be forced to kill you. 
I do not want you bound to me.”
    Michelle nodded in agreement once again, her eyes half
closed as she grudge-fucked Urvashi’s powerful hand.
    Aaron’s strong grip seized her hips.  “Michelle, hold
still.”  As the head of his cock probed her anus, she knew this night would be
the beginning of a new and wondrous chapter in her life.
    Slowly, carefully, he worked a torturous glide all the way
in her ass.
    “ Céleste.”   Heavenly .  She leaned back into him and whispered.  “Don’t hold back.”
    He pushed harder, digging in that last little bit.  He didn’t
hold anything back, not one inch.
    She was about to come again when Urvashi leaned in and
kissed her on the lips.  Urvashi’s free hand stroked Michelle’s right nipple
while her other hand continued reaming out her pussy.  “You want to come for him,
but I want to see your eyes.  Tonight you come for me.”
    As her insides clenched in orgasmic spasm, she came for
Urvashi, and almost cried out her damned name aloud.
     
    * * * *
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    Stepping into a pile of brown-grey slush on the sidewalk,
Aaron complained to the world, “Come see Europe, she said, see the sights.  She
forgot to mention how London is a sloppy, wet iceberg in the winter.”  He trudged
through the half-frozen muck and pulled the lapels of his coat up to brace
against the merciless wind.
    Michelle stepped gingerly from the taxi onto the street, and
pulled her coat around her slender hourglass curves.  She had been walking a
little funny since waking up.  Though she tried to hide it, Aaron knew Michelle
was hurting.
    He hadn’t held back last night.  He and Urvashi left
Michelle so exhausted from the grueling sexual marathon that Aaron had to carry
her down the hallway to their suite just before sunrise.  Now, she could hardly
walk.
    Michelle looked him in the eye, trying her best to pretend
she wasn’t in pain.  “ Oui ,
I did forget to tell you how cold London is in the winter.  I always follow the
birds south.”  Her loving emerald eyes twinkled with mirth and

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