Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance), Eliza Gayle [books suggested by bill gates txt] 📗

Right here and right now.

For a brief moment she wondered if he had cast a spell on her. Could a spell cause her body to tighten at his nearness? Could a spell cause her pussy to clench in desperate need every time he touched her?

Without another word he grabbed her bags and walked through the open doorway of his house. That he expected her to blindly follow was clear and, despite her reluctance, she did just that. The man was far too powerful and alluring for her to deny. At least, not yet. He’d saved her back at the motel, not to mention he held the answers to her questions about the meaning in the Tarot. And it was those answers she sought that had threatened her sanity for weeks now. She wasn't about to back down now.

This time when she stepped into his home the butler wasn't there to escort her. In fact, the house had taken on a dark, eerie quality she hadn't noticed before. As Graelen led her down the corridor and up the back stairs she found her gaze wandering, absorbing the history of the house. The front of the mansion held priceless antiques, lending itself to a typical old money, formal feeling. But here in the back of the house it held items that intrigued her. Items she was certain were part of a history they didn't normally share with anyone. She noticed books with ancient leather bindings that she would love to get her hands on, statues she was sure would honor any museum to carry, and priceless memorabilia that—

She stopped cold in her tracks, goosebumps rising across her flesh as a familiar touch brushed through her mind, calling to her in much the way that damned Tarot card had. “Graelen, wait.”

She turned around to search for what had touched her, and there on the wall above the hall table hung a tapestry. The fabric was weaved with rich gold and green colors and a woman's figure was silhouetted against a mountainous background. The tapestry appeared quite old, threadbare in some spots with minor damage and fray around the edges. Nothing remarkable about it stood out to her, but she was drawn to it anyway. She placed her things on the carpet and moved towards it for a closer inspection.

“Rena, what is it? What are you doing?” Graelen's voice questioned from behind her, but she brushed it aside.

She had to go to the hanging. She needed to touch it. Graelen mumbled something else under his breath, but she was too involved with the brush on her mind compelling her to move forward.

Standing in front of the old tapestry, she focused on the sharper details—the woman featured in the scene was lounging in a garden, reading a book. There were faint symbols on the book she could barely make out. Leaning closer, she realized it was the same four symbols from the cards. The ones that stood for empath.

Oh, my God.

Yes, despite Graelen's rejection of her theory of the symbols, she knew she was right. The empathic symbols from the card were repeated here. Now she just needed to figure out what it meant and why did it draw her in. Her hand reached up, and the instant her fingers touched the fabric Graelen wrapped his arms around her waist and molded his hard body along hers.

The shock of emotion was instantaneous as she felt the pain and heartbreak of forbidden love from the tapestry blend with the lust infusing her from Graelen. It took her breath away as she fought a well of desire flowing through her body. Her nipples tightened as this ridge of his hard cock nestled along the seam of her ass, the heat radiating through the fabric of her pants.

Her breath grew choppy as his hands roughly moved across her belly toward her aching breasts. She could feel his loss of control, the giving in to his lust and nothing could stop it. Hell, she didn't want to stop it. Only one thing could quench the fire coursing through her.

She had to have him—now.

His hands plucked and pulled at her nipples, creating a fiery blend of pain and pleasure. A needy whimper escaped her lips as his head dipped toward her neck.

“Oh yeah, baby, you need this as much as I do, don't you?” His breath stroked her ear, increasing the helpless sensations coursing through her. She arched her back in an attempt to push her breasts harder into his hands. “I can't wait. I have to have you now.” He grasped the buttons of her shirt.

But instead of unfastening them as she expected, he grabbed the edges and ripped her shirt apart. Her shocked gasp gave way to the cool air rushing across her heated flesh. Grae quickly pushed her bra upward, allowing her naked breasts to spill freely into his hands. His fingers went straight to the hard tips, giving them each a fierce pinch. The quick flash of pain took her breath away.

Oh that was good. Not once had a man touched her like this. Fast and hard. Rough and raw. Whatever this was she didn’t care so long as he didn’t stop. She buried her hands in his hair as he worked her nipples. She curled her fingers into the table, digging her nails into the wood. Every new place on her body he touched made more moisture flow from her pussy until she wriggled and ached for so much more.

His large hands pulled and twisted as his thick, erect cock pushed against her backside, forcing her harder against the table. In a desperate move she tried to angle her arms for more skin-to-skin connection, but he grabbed her hands when she moved and forced them back over her head.

Graelen growled at her warningly. He didn't want her to move just yet. Not with desperate need ravaging through his system thanks to the events of their night. Heat burned inside of him, melting his