Beyond Illusion



Sherri L. King


 



Prologue


 

I need you to fly to Vegas this afternoon and catch the opening of Vincent Darques new touring magic show. Then Ill need the final review from you no later than press time tomorrow.

Ellie Waterhouse looked up from her cluttered desk to meet the eyes of her editor-in-chief. She winced at the look of pure determination written across the older womans features.

Lindsey, why dont you send Jon? Hes really into the whole magicianthing. I bet hed love to go.

Thats precisely why Im not sending him. Ive heard that this show of Darques is going to be one of the best of its kind ever performed before an audience and I want to send my most down-to-earth, jaded and cynicalthat would be youreviewer out there to see it. I want our readers to know exactly whether or not this Vincent Darque is all hes cracked up to be. If he can convince you that his illusions are real, then youll give him a fair review. Jon would just gush praise all over him and waste our readers time.

You sound like you already expect me to give Darque a bad review, she said, while quickly gathering her things. Ellie knew it was hopeless to try to talk her boss out of the trip, when the woman was so clearly bound and determined that she should go.

I dont expect anything but that you write your review fairly and with your usual panache. Whether you like this show or hate it, its one of the biggest events this year, and our readers will listen to you before they decide to part with their money to go and see this guy. Youre all that stands between our readers and what could be a big waste of their time and money. Their fate is in your hands, my dear. Lindsey wiped away an imaginary tear.

Ellie laughed. You always get delusions of grandeur when you drink too much coffee, Lindsey. Okay, Ill go. As if I have a choice. But could you please try to keep Jon out of my office while Im away? The last time you sent me out he came in here looking forwell, he says he was looking for some paper clipsand he left my office in such a mess it took me the better part of a week to get it back to normal. 

Lindsey looked around the room, at the paper-cluttered desk, the overflowing trash can and the various books and magazines that littered the area. Yes. I can see how that type of thing could put you off your stride, she said, her voice laden with sarcasm.

 Dont be cute, Lindsey. This is my mess. Mine. In this delicately balanced ecosystem, I know where everything is and where everything goes. But when Jon or anyone else comes in and rearranges the ecosystem, it takes a lot of hard work to get it back this way. 

Oh, how my heart bleeds for you, Lindsey quipped cheerily. Now, here are your tickets for the flight and for the show. Your flight leaves in an hour and forty-five minutes. Youll land in Vegas around eight oclock. The show is supposed to start at nine, but I suggest you go straight from the airport to the hotel where the show is playing because theres bound to be a line a mile long. Ive booked a red-eye flight for you out of Vegas at two in the morning, which, if you sleep on the plane, should afford you just enough rest to come in promptly at nine oclock tomorrow morning. And dont forgetI want this review on my desk before the magazine goes to press tomorrow afternoon. Got it?

I got it, I got it. Sheesh, youd think Id know the procedure after working here for four years.

Enjoy the show.

 Wow, thanks. Sarcasm fairly oozed from her, but she hurried out the door just the same. It was nearly rush hour, and in the middle of Atlanta, Georgia, that could be an adventure all its own. 



Chapter One


 

It was ten after eight when Ellie stepped out of her hired cab, and sure enough, there was practically a mile-long line that led into the Pharaohs Tomb, Hotel and Casino. On the billboard situated above the entrance to the casino, in gigantic neon lettering, the Pharaohs Tomb proudly announced the opening show of Vincent Darque, Illusionist Extraordinaire and his new show, Darque Dreams.

Though it was well past sunset, Vegas seemed as bright as noon with all of the flashing lights of the strip twinkling down on her. The electric wonderland of Vegas had a magic all its own and Ellie suddenly found it difficult to tamp down on the rising excitement within her. She was about to see one of the most famous magicians in all the world, and even her skeptical heart raced at the thought. In these moments before the show began, all things were possible.

Purse and briefcase in tow, she crossed the busy street and joined the throng of fans that meandered out of the casino lobby. The crowd was like a living, writhing thing, moving to and fro with the shifting of thousands of appendages. After being jostled about for several moments, Ellie was more than eager to make her way into the casinos amphitheater, where the show would begin. There were a few disadvantages to being only five feet three inches tall, and one of them was the surety of being swallowed up in a large crowd of people, bumped and nudged around by those that were lucky enough to be taller than she. She rubbed at the sudden ache in her temples and tried to overcome the urge to snap at the people crowding around her.

It was total chaos as the doors to the indoor amphitheater finally opened and everyone rushed to their seats. Ellie glanced at the ticket in her hand and was relieved to see that the seats were assigned and that she would have a decent view of the stage. It took several long minutes for her to find her way to her seat, and by the time she did she was chagrined to find herself situated behind a much taller woman with very large hair. Luckily, hers was an aisle seat, and by leaning a little to her right she would be able to get a better, if somewhat crooked, view of the performance.

Ellie blew a stray lock of limp hair out of her eye and lamented the fact that she hadnt put her heavy tresses up before the show. The temperature of the monstrous room was a little warm thanks to the thousands of bodies that crowded within it, and not even an army of climate-controlling air-conditioning units was going to change that. She fanned herself with the program flyer shed been given at the entrance, hoping that she would manage to cool off during the show.

The audience members chanted for their god of the hour, repeating the name Vincent over and over again like a mantra. Adults and children alike were anxious for the show to begin, and unashamedly vociferous in their demands. The noise was like thunder, beating its way through the theater. Ellie could feel it in her chest like a giant heartbeat, heady and thrilling. 

Then the lights went out, and a deep swell of darkness swallowed the room. The audience quieted and held themselves in a collective state of readiness. The show was about to begin.

The sexy, erotic play of a double violin thrummed into the quiet stillness. The orgasmic release of music made the audience members gasp collectively, and Ellie was no exception. It was a greeting, a welcome into another world. A world where the rules that governed reality need not apply. The violin played for the audience, warning them to leave their skepticisms at the door and open their hearts to the magic that was to be revealed.

Ellie could have listened to the ethereal music all night.

But the show was only just getting started. The music swelled. The stage was flooded with lights and the audience was whipped up into a frenzy of cheering voices. Never before had Ellie seen such a spectacle. She wasnt sure what she had expected to encounter at this performance, but it surely wasnt the mass hysteria one would normally find at a rock concert. The crowd rose from their seats, stomping their feet and clapping their hands, almost drowning out the beautiful, mournful wail of the violin in their excitement.

Suddenly there came murmurs of awe from the crowd and, as one, they raised their faces skyward. Ellie couldnt help it, she too looked up and was shocked to see the figure of a man shoot through the air overhead. He was flying! Ellie tried and failed to see any harness attached to the man, though she knew that it was surely impossible that there wasnt some sort of suspension cable keeping him in the air.

The man flew at the stage, neatly turned a double somersault in mid-air, and dived toward it. He landed lightly on the balls of his feet as the crowd roared its approval, and bowed gallantly. When he rose, Ellie got her first clear look at his face. She caught her breath. It was Vincent Darque.

His name, Darque, fit him as no other ever could. He was tall, at least six-five, with black hair and black eyes. He was powerfully built, leanly muscled with strong, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. Dressed all in black, with shining calf-length boots, tight pants and a flowing poet-style shirt, he looked a lot like a pirate. The rakish silver hoop in his ear only added to the effect. His black hair was short, but unruly, and a thick lock fell over his right eye, making Ellies fingers itch to run through it. Shed seen pictures of him in various magazines and on television specials, of course, so shed expected him to be an attractive man, but nothing could have prepared her for the powerful presence he commanded on the stage.

Vincent raised his hands and motioned for silence. The audience immediately fell still and took to their seats once more.

 Thank you all for coming tonight. I am Vincent Darque and Ive got some special things to share with you. Some of you have been to my shows or seen my television specials, while others of you are here with me for the first time. But I welcome you all equally and ask only that you let yourself enjoy the marvels that I will show you, suspend your disbelief for but a couple of short hours, and prepare to beamazed! With the last word he clapped his hand and four scantily clad women appeared, seemingly out of thin air, beside him. 

For the next hour and a half, Vincent and his montage of beautiful women and burly stagehands created a show that was nothing less than visually stunning. Though she kept the thought firmly in her mind that there was a logical trick to every feat of magic performed, Ellie couldnt help but be amazed at some of the things she saw. The choreography and timing of the show alone made it worth the price of her ticket and she fully intended to give the event a glowing review.

After daring feats involving fire, swords, flight and even motorcycles, it seemed the show was drawing to a close. Vincent bowed on the stage amid roars for more from the audience before he motioned once again for silence.

 Friends, I hope youve enjoyed our show thus far, but rest assured, Ive saved the best for last. Suddenly he clapped his black-nailed hands together anddisappeared. There was no dramatic puff of smoke, no flash of light. He justvanished. Completely and without a trace. 

Amid the ooohs and aaahs of the crowd, Ellie sat grinning in her seat. Smoke and mirrors, she muttered to herself, while mentally jotting down a checklist of observations for her to write about later in the review. She had to admit that Vincent was a showman unlike any other shed ever seen, with a decided flair for the dramatic. 

A stir through the audience alerted her and she glanced about. She jumped, alarmed, upon finding Vincent standing directly next to her seat.

Ahh, my favorite part of the show. Audience participation. I find now that Im sorry I waited so long in the show to do this, as Im anxious to get to know some of you better. The crowed roared its approval. Ellie had a sudden, sinking feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Whats your name, my dear? Her fears were confirmed as Vincent leaned down to ask her the question.

Ellie Waterhouse.

Im sorry, but it seems I forgot to bring an extra microphone. Could you please lean over a bit and speak into mine?

Ellie looked at the tiny microphone attached to his collar and pursed her lips. The devilish twinkle in Vincents jet eyes made her even more uncomfortable. The rogue had planned this on purpose! She couldnt help but feel goaded by his behavior, and she leaned overtrying her best to ignore the strong, bronzed column of his throat and the deliciously masculine fragrance that rolled off of himand repeated her name.

Ah lovely, lovely Ellie, would you be so kind as to join me on the stage?

I dont think so, no, she answered, careful not to let his microphone pick up her answer.

Dont be shy. I promise it wont hurt a bit. His voice dropped to an intimate timbre, as though hed forgotten that his words could be heard by every member of the audience, though Ellie knew that couldnt be farther from the truth. It was all part of the show.

Im not shy. I just dont want to participate.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think dear Ellie needs a little encouragement to get over her shyness. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. While the audience roared, Vincent leaned down and murmured in her ear. Are you afraid that I might make you forget your skepticism for a moment, or that I might even convince you to believe in magic just a little? Surprisingly enough, his quiet words did not sound out over the sound system for all to hear, though that didnt appease her much.

Temper simmering at his highhanded behavior, she met his dark gaze squarely with her own. There is nothing you could do that would make me believe youre little more than a showman with a few good tricks up his sleeve. She smiled tightly.

I do so love a challenge, he said, a dangerous light coming into his eye. He turned to address the audience at large. Ladies and gentlemen, Ellie has kindly agreed to accompany me to the stage! The crowd renewed its roar of approval and Ellie was dismayed to find Vincents black-nailed hand at her elbow, nudging her up from her seat with an implacable hold.

Under normal circumstances Ellie would never have allowed such a thing, but she firmly reminded herself that she was here on business and could not afford to make a scene that would make her appear unprofessional. She allowed Vincent to lead her to the stage, trying all the while to ignore the odd sensation of being the focal point for thousands of pairs of eyes. Her temples began to ache and tingle with her discomfort.

Upon gaining the stage, Vincent turned so that they faced the sea of expectant faces that made up the audience. Now, Ellie, what do you do for a living?

She was forced once more to draw close to him and speak into the microphone at his throat. It was with no small amount of relish that she informed him, Im a reviewer for EntertainMe magazine. 

The crowed murmured uncomfortably. Vincent was not to be outdone however, and replied to the audience at large. I think I shall have to make her disappearand fast! The crowd laughed and cheered this suggestion, causing a flush to rise to Ellies cheeks.

Vincent turned back to her and winked. That he dared to be so audacious almost brought a smile to her lips, but she stoically tamped down on the urge. He seemed to sense her inner struggle and let out a hearty laugh. Dont worry, Ellie, Ill make sure you dont disappear forever. Im a big fan of your magazine, and Id hate for them to be short one person come tomorrow morning. The crowd chuckled along with him.

Suddenly Vincent grew serious, his eyes seeming to look at her from far away. He stalked slowly around her and though the urge to keep eye contact with him was there, she refused to budge as he circled her. He was like a predator regarding its preyright before it pounced. After circling her once more, he came to a stop behind her andjust as she was about to turn to face himhis hands fell upon her shoulders, cupping gently, but keeping her from turning to him.

Just relax and trust me, he whispered in her ear, and again, the sound did not carry over the speaker system.

His hands kneaded her shoulders lightly, and against her will she felt her knees grow weak. He blew softly into the hair at the nape of her neck and she felt heat pool low and heady in her belly. One of the hands at her shoulders lifted and the tip of one finger traced lightly down her spine. Her breath caught and moisture gathered between her quaking thighs. That such a small touch should affect her so! It was surely a form of magic all its own, this mans very charisma.

Now close your eyes, Ellie, he commanded in a seductive voice.

If I close my eyes Ill miss the trick, she said with a cheeky grin.

 Oh, I promise youll not miss this trick. Ill make it good for you, just close your eyes. His words had many other meanings, as Ellie was sure he was aware, and despite her better judgment she fell a bit more under his spell. 

Close your eyes his breath was warm at her ear, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.

She allowed her eyes to drift closed, fully prepared to be unimpressed with whatever trick he had up his sleeve. There was a whooshing noise in her ears, then silence. A few seconds ticked by and she dared to open her eyes a small crack, to allow for a small peek at what Vincent was doing. 

She let out a choked gasp, her eyes flying fully open.

Looking about the room with nothing less than total shock, she realized that she was no longer on the stage. She was in a dressing roomand she had no idea how shed gotten there!



Chapter Two


 

Thirty minutes later, Ellie was still stuck in the dressing room. She sat, swinging her legs over the armrest of a chair, as she contemplated her predicament. Shed tried the door dozens of times, but it was locked from the outside and would not budge. Shed tried calling out but had heard no response to her many cries on the other side of the door. It was a difficult pill to swallow, but she had to face the fact that she was effectively trapped until Vincent decided to come and free her.

She strove valiantly not to wonder how Vincent had accomplished it, as she knew it would only drive her crazy. And odds were, when Vincent came to retrieve herwhich had better be soonhe wouldnt offer any explanations to appease her curiosity.

There was a flurry of movement and noise on the other side of the door, her only warning before Vincent burst into the room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, regarding her.

So, what did you think of my little trick? he asked with a rakish grin.

Ive been in here for over thirty minutes waiting on you to let me out. I left my purse and briefcase out there, what if someone steals them?

Oh, Ive got your purse and briefcase in a safe place. Ill bring them to you in a moment, dont worry about it. You havent answered my question, Ellie. Did you like my disappearing trick?

Im not going to give you the satisfaction of asking you how you did it. But I will ask how you explained my not reappearing to the audience.

As far as they know, I turned you into a dove and set you free. I would have brought you back, in truth, but you broke the rules and opened your eyes before I told you that you could. Its your own fault that I left you in here.

How did you know I opened my eyes? You were still on stage when I opened them. And who cares if I opened my eyes, its not like I know how I got here, so I cant reveal the secret of it to anyone. The only thing I can figure is that this dressing room is beneath the stage and theres a trapdoor somewhere.

 So you are curious! His tone was one of triumph. 

Of course. But Im not going to ask how you did it, she said, crossing her arms stubbornly as she realized shed pretty much done just that.

Good, because I wont tell you. He laughed at her mutinous expression. Come on, Ellie, wheres the fun in knowing how an illusion is done? If you know for certain its some kind of trick then you wont believe in any kind of magic at all.

I already dont believe in magic, so theres no reason not to tell me. No! Forget I said that, it would only encourage you, and goodness knows youve already gotten enough of that from audiences like the one out there tonight. She sighed. Please give me my things so that I can go now.

Dont you want to interview me firstfor your magazine?

Im a reviewer, not a reporter. Call my editor, shell set you up with one of our people.

 But Im offering you the chance to interview me. I never grant interviews, didnt you know that? Im sure your editor will be thrilled that I gave you one. 

She was chagrined to note that she hadnt known he didnt grant interviews. Perhaps she should have done more homework on the guy during her flight over. Lindsey had given her enough material on him before shed left the office to fill her briefcase.

Ok, Ill interview you. She knew she sounded ungrateful, but couldnt help it. Can I have my briefcase back before we begin?

Vincent turned and poked his head out the door to address someone on the other side. A few moments later her briefcase and purse were passed through it. Ellie rose and snatched the items from Vincents hand, and she couldnt help but check their contents before being satisfied that nothing had been rifled through.

Vincent walked further into the room, his height making the area seem suddenly smaller. She saw the faint streaks of sweat that marred his stage makeup, and was startled to find herself longing to lick the streaks away with her tongue. His presence was a sensual and heady thing, moving her to wild imaginings the likes of which shed never indulged in before.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts as he went behind a dressing screen at the far end of the room. The faint rustle of clothing sounded in her ears, a taunting call if ever there was one.

What shall we discuss first? she asked, trying not to let her thoughts dwell on the fact that he was very probably nude behind the screen.

Whatever you desire, Ellie. Im an open book for you tonight, whatever you want to know about me Ill reveal to you. But no questions about how I perform my illusionsthose Ill not answer. Again came the rustle of clothing, and then he stepped out from behind the screen.

The breath left her lungs in a rush. Vincent seemed not to notice her slack-jawed expression as he walked about the room, continuing his toilet. He was a vision in loose-fitting chino pants, unbuttoned at the waist, and no shirt. His chest was more heavily muscled than she would have guessed, his toned pectorals leading down to rippling abs, which tapered into his lean waist and hips. A dark line of hair traced from his belly button to disappear behind the waistband of his precariously perched slacks. His skin was a healthy bronze, flawlessly sculpted into nearly masculine perfection, and the sight of so much bare skin literally made her mouth water.

The man was, quite simply, breathtaking.

She watched, entranced, as he strolled over to a basin brimming with water. He splashed his face, heedless of the rivulets of moisture that trailed down his chest and stomach. He reached for a towel situated next to the basin and Ellies eyes were irresistibly drawn to the graceful strength of his hands. Shed never considered herself to be much of an admirer of a mans hands, but the sight of Vincents long, beautiful fingers set her mind to dreaming.

With the last traces of stage paint removed from his face and neck, Vincent looked more darkly dangerous than ever before. His jaw was strong, his chin stubborn with just a hint of a dimple. His cheekbones were high and proud and his nose was straight, aquiline. His brows flared over his exotically shaped eyes, and taken singly, any of his features might be too harsh or strong, but put together, his features were dangerous and sexya sight to make any hot-blooded womans toes curl.

Ellie couldnt help but stare, and just the sight of his Adams apple bobbing in his strong throat as he swallowed made her womb contract with longing. Her knees were like water, and she sat in her chair to avoid falling on the floor. Vincent leaned against his dressing table and regarded her intently. For a wild moment she wondered if he could read her thoughts, and then immediately reminded herself that she didnt believe in that sort of magic mumbo jumbo.

What would you like to know about me, Ellie?

UmwellI guess we can start at the beginning. Let me get my notepad out, just a sec. She retrieved it from her briefcase along with a ballpoint pen. With a sigh she put on her business face, as she liked to call it, and did her best to ignore the gleaming male god that stood before her so nonchalantly.

When did you first decide you wanted to be anillusionist?

 Well, I didnt really decide I wanted to do it It wasnt as simple as all that. When I was a young boy I discovered I had a gift for what you would call sleight of hand. I used to perform for a retirement community in my hometown. Things progressed from there as I grew older, and by the time I was fifteen I was discovered by the Brotherhood of Illusion and inducted into their numbers. 

The Brotherhood of Illusion? What is that, exactly?

I cant tell you exactly what it is. He winked. But I will tell you that its a sort of club for other men and women like me, who have certain gifts.

Its a magicians clubhouse?

Only the best and brightest need apply Come to think of it, I doubt one applies to this organization. They tend to discover you on their own if youre possessed of the right talents.

So at the age of fifteen the Brotherhood discovered you, and then what?

I was trained to use my gifts to their full advantage. I finished school while training under them, and after graduation I joined with some other Brotherhood members and started to tour. My kind love to entertain the masses, we live and die for it.

Your kind? Thats an interesting way to put it. Do you see yourself as being so different from other people?

No, but some members do. I am but a man, Ellie, that I can promise you.

Dont look at me as though I believe youre more than a man. I dont believe your performances are anything more than well-choreographed smoke-and-mirror shows.

You dont believe in magic at all?

Nope.

Then how do you explain my entrance into the show tonight? When I flew over the crowd?

Suspension cables and a harness.

 I wasnt wearing one, so I know you didnt see any wires. Why do you believe that I was wearing one? Is it easier to believe in something you didnt see because you think its the most logical explanation? Why not believe in what you did seethat I was flying through the air under my own steam? 

Because its not possible that you flew. It was a trick.

Why isnt it possible?

Because it just isnt. Its against the very laws of nature. I cant jump off of a building and expect to fly through the airand neither can you. You depend on an elaborate stage setup to perform your tricks.

How do you know that I cant fly off of the top of a building? Have you seen me try it and fail?

Of course not, as you well know. Ellie was growing more and more exasperated with him each passing moment. But common sense tells me that you cant do it without some kind of setup. No one can.

Common sense can oftentimes be a drag, dont you think? Perhaps Ill jump off of a building for you one day and fly through the sky. Would that impress you, do you think?

No. Youll just arrive several hours before me to set up whatever props you need to perform the stunt.

Ouch. He winced.

Im sorry. I didnt mean to insult you, but you have to understand that just because youre very good at what you do, it doesnt mean that everyone believes you can perform feats of true magic.

But magic is the very heartbeat by which we live! Are you saying that the opening of a flowers petals in the morning sunlight is anything less than true magic? That the birth of a child is less than true magic? That the air we breathe to stay alive and the love we feel for our fellow man is anything less than true magic, in its purest and most potent form?

Ellie started at his impassioned flow of words and stopped to think on what he said. But if I were to look at it that way, then just about everything has some bit of magic to it.

And what is wrong with that? Life is magic, as is everything around us, everyday. There is no shame in believing that.

You just dont want to admit that youre a sleight of hand artist and nothing more.

 Faugh! Youre an incredibly stubborn woman, I can already tell, he said with a great show of exasperation. 

Im sorry, but you cant expect me to believe in magic after seeing one of your performances.

A strange light came into his eyes then and a shiver of foreboding raced down her spine.

 Youre absolutely right, he agreed suddenly. You cannot possibly be swayed so easily by just one of my shows. Youll have to come on tour with me and see every show to gain a true belief in magic. He rubbed his hands together with an air of relish, as if the matter were already firmly settled in his mind. 

What? Wait just a minute. Im not going on tour with you. Im not a groupie.

Of course youre not. Youre an ambitious young woman with a very lucrative opportunity set out before you. You can come on tour with me, a decidedly closemouthed celebrity, learn as much about magic as you like, and go home to write a thorough article about the entire tour. Im sure your boss will eat it up.

 Im sure my boss will not. I have other projects besides this one, Ill have you know. I cant just drop everything and hop around the country with you. 

Are you hungry? he asked suddenly.

I-I Yes. I guess so, she answered in a daze.

Grab your things and well go to my room. I can call for room servicethey have anything and everything you could ever want to eat here.

I am not going to walk with you up to your room, she stated firmly.

 Well, then, you leave me no choice. He stalked closer to her, leaning his face close to hers. Explain yourself out of this trick, dear Ellie, he said, before slanting his lips down onto hers. 

The kiss was hot, all-consuming. His lips were the softest shed ever kissed, and the most skillful. He nipped and sucked at her lips as if they were a sweet candy, and he wanted to eat her. Her eyes stayed locked on his for all of two seconds before they drifted closed. She left out a blissful sigh, which he swallowed with his mouth pressed tightly to hers. Her body went limp against his and her arms rose of their own volition to entwine about his neck. His tongue delved between the seam of her lips and touched hers with a sweet, forbidden caress. He tasted of passion, of dangerand of magic.

Abruptly, he let her go and smiled down at her as her eyes flew open. She turned and choked, knowing her eyes were wide and startled as she took in their new surroundings. Somehow, without her knowledge or participation, hed transported her to his room.

Heaven only knew how she was going to explain this to herself without using the dratted M word.

Are you starting to believe yet, Ellie?

Please just shut up and order our food, she said unsteadily before she fell into a dead faint.



Chapter Three


 

Ellie snuggled into the downy softness of her bed with a smile. She inhaled deeply, relishing that last moment between sleep and waking, when she caught a whiff of something decidedlyyummy. She opened her eyes and remembered the evenings events with a dizzying rush.

I ordered you one of everything, since I wasnt sure what youd like.

Ellie looked down at the foot of the bed upon which she lay and caught sight of Vincents face poking through the bedroom door. It came as a surprise to her that he didnt mention her fainting spellsomething that had never happened to her beforeand she was more than eager to let the matter remain unmentioned.

She sighed and rose, noting that her feet were bare and her blouse was undone at her neck to make her more comfortable. She shook her head to clear it and shuffled into the room beyond the one that held the bed. Her eyes widened and she gaped at the dozens of covered platters of food that crowded the room.

Did you leave any food for the other hotel guests? she asked.

Very funny. Dig in, Im sure youll find something to suit your palate. He grinned and went about fixing a plate of food for himself.

He was dressed now in a crimson silk robe, which reached his ankles, and Ellie couldnt help but wonder if he wore anything beneath it. He turned just as she was finishing her thorough visual inspection, and a dark, wicked light danced within his eyes. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking as he struck a carelessly graceful pose in his bedroom attire.

Do you like what you see, lovely Ellie?

You know youre too handsome for words. Quit fishing for compliments, she hedged.

Im glad you like the look of me. I like the look of you as well, but Im sure you could already tell that. His voice was like velvet.

I will not look down, I will not look down Too late. She looked. And saw the strength of his erection pushing at the layers of his clothing. He was indeed wearing something beneath the robewhat, she couldnt have saidbecause otherwise the strong column of his member would be tenting the silky material in an even more noticeable fashion. 

You looked lovely in your repose on the bed. In sleep your face relaxes and gives you a look of innocence that just isnt there when youre awake.

Im not sure what to say.

Say thank you, Ellie, he said silkily.

Thank you, Ellie, she quipped back.

Let us feast now and talk of lighter things, he urged in a silky voice that played over her skin as though it were a physical caress.

What time is it? My plane leaves at two and I cant miss it.

Its not yet too late in the evening, you have time to eat before your flight leaves. He smiled.

She couldnt help but smile back. She took the plate he offered her and began to eat with a gusto she wouldnt have believed possible, under the circumstances.

It was turning out to be the most unusual evening of her entire life.

* * * * *

Vincent watched Ellie out of the corner of his eye. She still seemed a little pale after her faint, but he was certain that she would be back to normal in no time at all. Hed shocked her a little too much with that last stunt and was forced to admit that perhaps he shouldnt have pushed so forcefully at their first meeting. He watched her as she fought to tame her long silvery-blonde hair as it fell into her face yet again, and was struck anew by how lovely she was.

Hed almost fainted himself upon first seeing her.

Hed felt her presence before actually catching sight of her in the crowd, of course, but nothing could have prepared him for that first glimpse of her. She had been a bright beacon of light in the dimly lit amphitheater, a tempting lure he couldnt have hoped to ignore. Hed barely kept himself from babbling out his intentions, so potent was her presence upon his usual good sense.

And she had no idea of her power over him.

It was amazing to him that shed come this far without any knowledge of her effect on others. Or perhaps it was just with a select few that she let some of her barriers grow thinalong with her temper, he thought with a barely suppressed smile. When she was unguarded, her truest nature was revealed, and it was all Vincent could do to keep his hands off of her. 

How he wanted her.

But he knew that he must wait before he let her know just how much he desired her. He must coax her, gentle her, until she wanted him with the same ferocious appetite. His erection was a painful, heavy ache between his legs, but he tried to ignore it as he sated his other hunger with food. Now was not the time for the kind of feast that he most wanted to partake of, no matter how great of a temptation Ellie posed to him.

She was so slight, curvy of formdeliciously sobut small of stature. Her skin was a delicate, translucent mixture of roses and cream and her eyes, exotically shaped like those of a cat, beneath mile-long lashes, held the bright green fire of emeralds. He knew without being told that she considered herself plain. It was clear in the way that she held herself, how she walked and talked, that she had no idea of her true appeal. It made him like her all the more, this total absence of vanity and self-absorption in her.

Is your food to your liking, Ellie? he asked, wanting to hear her voice once more. The silence, though comfortable, had stretched on too long between them.

Yes, its very good, thank you. She was silent for a moment. Where are you from, originally?

His heart rejoiced that she would want to know more about him without being coaxed. I was born in Seattle, Washington.

Really? I visited there once, during my grunge phase in the early nineties. It rained the entire time I was there. Where do you live now, if you dont mind my asking?

I have a house in Hawaii, though Ive rarely had the chance to live in it for the past few years. Im hoping to change all of that soon though.

You must be very busy, what with your tours, television specials and books.

I admit, I dont have much time to myself lately. But I enjoy what I do, as do my fans, and thats enough of an incentive to keep at it. What about you? Where are you from?

 I was born in Indiana, but I moved to Georgia after college. I work in the EntertainMe offices in Atlanta. I have a house on the outskirts of the city, its not much, but I like the quiet solitude of my little neighborhood. 

Do you enjoy being a reviewer? A reporter?

Its all right, I guess.

Sohad you planned on giving me a good review, or a bad one? He couldnt resist asking, though he knew it would only remind her of why she was with him tonight.

Im not telling you. She grinned, showing off her slight overbite, a sight that stirred his libido to the boiling point.

He forcefully tamped down on his desire and smiled back at her. So it was a bad review you had planned for me. My heart quails at the thought of you wielding an angry pen.

Ellie laughed, as hed hoped she would. My guess is that your heart quails at nothing. But since youre being so melodramatic about it, Ill have you know that Im going to give you a good review. I enjoyed the show and it was clear that everyone else did as well.

So even though Im a charlatan who uses smoke and mirrors and heaven knows what else, because you like me youll let me slide this once?

Who said I liked you? I just said that I liked the show. They both lapsed back into a companionable silence.

Later, Vincent was moved to admit that hed made as much progress with her as was possible that night.

Come, its getting late and youll miss your flight.



Chapter Four


 

Ellie moaned when his lips found her nipple. His mouth was hot as flame on her sensitive flesh and she felt the textured scrape of his tongue as he licked over her. Her breath came in short pants as his teeth and tongue worked her puckered nipple, and that, coupled with the exquisite sensation of his other hand kneading the fullness of her other breast, was almost enough to make her come undone completely. He sucked harder and she moaned again, a ragged sound.

Lights danced about in her mind, in all the colors of the rainbow. Delicious, liquid pleasure raced through her from head to toe and she writhed beneath him. She felt the heat roll off of him in waves and he growled in response to her impassioned movements. Fire pooled low in her belly and caused a flood of moisture to rush between her legs. Immediately, as if sensing her need, Vincent rubbed his engorged cock against her, growling low in his throat. Involuntarily, her thighs opened, accepting him, and he rewarded her by stroking her swollen clit with the silken-steel head of his erection.

There came a desperate cry and, too late, Ellie realized it was she who made the sound. She trembled and moaned beneath his weight, feeling both cherished and dominated as his hands and mouth stroked over her body. She strained upwards against him, anchoring her legs around his waist, and felt the heavy weight of his cock slide fully against her wetness, not quite entering the empty place inside of her that screamed for just such a union. She keened her disappointment and heard his answering chuckle sound in her ear.

Patience, lovely Ellie. Weve time enough for that, he murmured in that deliciously wicked and sensual voice of his. His hands moved around her body to squeeze and separate her buttocks. He pulled her more tightly against him and groaned.

With her legs spread wide around his middle, he easily moved in a slip-sliding dance against her center. Without entering her, he thrust and withdrew against her sensitive flesh in such a way that her entire labia was stroked to screaming life. The wet welcome of her body aided in his movements, but even as she teetered on the brink of orgasm she knew it wasnt enough. She wanted him to fill her, to take her. Only then would she be truly sated. 

In a burst of frustrated energy she rolled them over so that she held the dominant position. With a satisfied sigh she began to sink down over his thick cock, flooded anew with a rush of wetness to ease his way. The mushroom-shaped head of him slipped into her, stretching her so that she gasped and dug her nails into the firm muscles of his chest. She felt her vagina clench with the first deep tremors of blessed release.

Yes, yes, oooooh, she wailed.

Just as she felt his cock slip deeper into her, he reversed their positions again, pinned her hands to the bed and rose over her. His dark eyes burned into hers and suddenly he seemed a terrifying vision of more than a mere man. Something dangerous swam in his eyes, dark and mysterious, a look she couldnt possibly hope to understand. She tried to look away but he lowered his forehead to hers and kept her gaze locked to his with naught but the force of his will. In that moment he was pure, dominating male, and it pushed her over that razors edge of pleasure into a world of exquisite ecstasy the likes of which shed never even dreamed.

She screamed, a desperate sound, long and loud.

He bit her neck as she came, like a great cat subduing his mate.

He pulled his throbbing erection out of her, leaving her empty and bereft as she swam through the deep ocean of her orgasm. She felt the rush of hot moisture run between her legs as he withdrew and wondered if it was from him or her, for she had been sure he hadnt found release along with her. With a moaning sigh she felt the clenching inside her subside so that a golden edge of pleasure was all that lingered.

But she wasnt sated. She wanted more, all he had to give.

 Please, Vincent, she begged shamelessly, arching up against him once more. 

He smiled, a dangerous flash of teeth, and kissed his love-bite upon her neck. Not yet, love. Be patient.

Nooooo, she cried out, feeling him pull away from her. She grasped at him with desperate hands, longing for him to stay with her.

 Wake now, Ellie. 

Ellie opened her eyes, surprised to find herself in her own bed. Alone.

It had only been a dream.

A realistic one, but a dream all the same. She imagined that she could still smell Vincents scent on her, still feel his hands and mouth on her body. In her sleep shed found release, as evidenced by the slight tingling that still danced throughout her extremities. Even after her explosive orgasm she still felt a little frustrated. With a growl she rose, headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower.

She stepped into the shower stall and gasped under the cool spray of the water. Her body almost immediately cooled, but it took much longer for her thoughts to follow suit. She cursed herself for a fool. How could she fantasize about a man like Vincent Darque? There was nothing to be gained from itthe man could obviously have his pick of any woman he chosehe was a walking, talking advertisement for hot sex! No way was he going to be interested in a short, far-too-curvy woman who forgot, more often than not, to even comb her hair before going out.

Again came the flash of his dark jet eyes boring into hers in the dream. She shook her head in an effort to clear it. God! She was doomed if she couldnt get him out of her mind and out of her system. Hed offered to drive her to the airport the night before but shed steadfastly refused, knowing that one moment more spent in his company would only put her more deeply under his spell. Odds were, she would never see him again, outside of a live performance or television special. Nothing could come of her fantasies. Nothing. With a hopeless sigh she closed her eyes and let the water run unchecked down her face.

* * * * *

Ellie rushed through her house, gathering her things and lamenting the fact that she was already late for work. No doubt shed catch hell from Lindsey the moment she walked in the door. Thank goodness shed already finished writing up her review late last night on her flight home. Lindsey would be pleased with her on that account, at least.

The front doorbell rang and she cursed under her breath. Who could possibly be on her doorstep at this hour?

She racedhalf-dressed in black slacks and an unbuttoned blouseto the front door and swung it open with a barely suppressed violence, firmly intending to send her early-morning visitor on his or her way so that she could head out for work. But the set-down shed planned to speak died a swift death as a large vase filled with two dozen long-stemmed white roses was thrust into her arms by a uniformed delivery man.

Are you Ellie Waterhouse? he asked shortly.

Yes.

These are for you. Theres a card attached. Have a good day. With those quickly spoken words the young man turned and hurried to his vehicle. It was a large gray van with an advertisement for Floras Flowers on the side in large, garish blue letters.

Ellie frowned and turned back into the house, closing the door firmly behind her with her foot. She set the flowers gently on her dining room table and reached for the card nestled within the long green stems.

 

Thank you for sharing the evening with me. You brought a bit of magic into my lifeI hope I did the same for you.

Vincent

 

Ellie had to concentrate hard to make the smile disappear from her lips. So hed sent her two dozen of the most gorgeous roses shed ever seenbig deal! He probably did the same for the hundreds of other women he met at his shows.

All the same, she couldnt tamp down the slight thrill of pleasure that raced through her as she gently touched the crimson petals of one of the flowers.

Crimson?

Hadnt the roses been white but a moment ago? Ellie rubbed her eyes and looked down at the flowers again. They were still red. A luscious red just a shade lighter than the crimson-black of newly spilt blood. How could she have mistaken them for white? They were so dark, so vividly red, that they couldnt have looked otherwise but moments before. 

The vase that held the roses was a work of art all its own. It was an odd color between green and blue, with the shape of a serpentine dragon twined around the body of it. She traced her fingertips lightly over the surface of the glazed pottery and thought of Vincent as he had been in the dream. Passionate. Dangerous. Forbidden fruit. For a second it looked and felt as though the dragon moved beneath her fingers, and she snatched her hand away with a gasp.

She must not have gotten enough sleep if her mind was playing such tricks on her. With a wince, she remembered the time and rushed to finish dressing and gather her daily necessities. If luck were on her side she might be able to sneak in without Lindsey noticing her tardiness. She brushed all thoughts of Vincent Darque aside and left her house at a dead run.



Chapter Five


 

Ellie! Ellie, come over here and join us.

Ellie groaned mentally upon hearing Lindseys greeting. A few more steps and she would have been safely enclosed in her office. Oh well, shed learned long ago the futility of trying to hide from her volatile editor-in-chief. The woman had the eyes and ears of a hawk, and it was rare that anything escaped her notice.

Heaving a sigh, ignoring the headache that immediately started in her temples, she closed her eyes and turned to her boss, saying, I know Im late, but Ive already written up the Darque Dreams review

Oh, dont worry about that. Ive got an even better assignment for you to take on. Mr. Darque here has been telling me about his touring plans. Hes asked that you come along and write a much larger article and review of his show.

Ellies eyes flew open in shock at the mention of Vincents name and she was stunned to see him standing beside her boss. He gave her a rakish smile and a wink, unrepentant that hed given her such a surprise. Did you like the flowers I sent you, Ellie? he asked silkily.

Ellie ignored him and turned to address her boss. B-but, Lindsey, Ive got the film festival to cover next week, not to mention Jon and I were going to work on the art gallery spread for our special issue next month.

Forget about all that, Ill find someone else to take care of those projects. And Jon will be going with you. Hell have a hissy fit if I keep him from it after sending you to Vegas last night.

I cant go. I have aa thing, she stammered, racking her brain for some excuseany excuseto stay as far away from Vincent Darque as possible.

Well, youll have to cancel it, Lindsey insisted.

I cant She was cut off as Lindsey turned to Vincent.

Mr. Darque, will you please excuse us for just a moment? If youll wait for me in my office Ill be right with you.

Ellie almost cringed at the light of challenge in Lindseys eyes when she turned back to her. Ellie, my dear, she said softly, coaxingly. This is a big opportunity for you and for our magazine. Vincent Darque rarely, if ever, does interviews or gives backstage access. He asked for you specifically, and I dont care what your reasons are for not wanting to accept his more-than-gracious offer of allowing you to tour with him, youre going to have to give in, just this once.

This once? Lindsey, who did you call at three oclock in the morning last week to take Alberts place in reviewing that nudie bar? Who came through for you when your entire typesetting department quit and you needed someone to set the ads and articles two days before presstime? And who did you come to for help when Jon refused to write up his article on that foreign film because he felt the movie was, and I quote, too sublime for mere words to express.

You, of course, dear, Lindsey said shortly.

Thats right. So dont try to lay a guilt trip on me here. Im putting my foot down this time. I will not do this. I cant.

Ellie, darling, I love you like my own daughter

You dont have a daughter! she interjected.

Exactly. I love you like the daughter I never had, but honey, this guy is totally yummy! How could you not want to spend three weeks with him, touring across the country? Hes an incredible media personality. And Ill be sending someone with you to help lighten the load. You wont have to immerse yourself in his magic world twenty-four seven.

You mean youre sending a chaperoneone that will gush over Darque in a way I never would. Jon saves ants from frying on his windowsill, for crying out loud! He couldnt hurt a flea, much less protect another person. Besides, I dont need a partner on this one. Vincents not the kind of guy who would take kindly to Jons form of flattery and worship, I think. Its just that I dont

Vincent? So its Vincent now, is it? I had no idea that you two hit it off so well last night. He said you had dinner together but

We had dinnera business dinner. It was nothing. Less than nothing.

Then why are you so dead set against going on tour? Granted, its a long time to spend away from home, but youre single and unattached. Why not make a grand adventure out of it? Go with him, write up the best damn article youve ever written, and come home to the jealous envy of all your colleagues and peers.

I hear what youre saying, but you just dont understand

Youre right, I dont understand. But youre going and thats final.

But

I said, thats final. Ill make all the necessary arrangements so that you can drop ship and run. Dont worry about a thing. I still have your house keys from when you went on vacation last year, and Ill make sure to check on your house every few days, schedule allowing, so dont worry about that either.

Gee, thanks so much for your sacrifice, Lindsey. Ellie turned and began the necessary retreat to her office. She knew if she didnt escape soon she would make a scene.

Oh, quit being so sarcastic all the time, youll get wrinkles, my dear. And Ellie?

Yes? She tried not to sound too exasperated and knew she had failed.

Have fun, all right?

Grrrrr. Ellie closed her office door firmly, but not before she saw her boss mischievous grin at having succeeded in riling her so thoroughly.

It wasnt ten minutes after she sat down behind her desk that Jon Dalton came tearing into her room. He opened and closed the door so fast that it seemed as if a small whirlwind came in and blew several papers off of her desk. His short blond hair was, as always, in disarray. His bright blue eyes were ablaze with his excitement and Ellie braced herself for the explosion.

Did you hear, Ellie? Were going on tour with Vincent Darque! he exclaimed.

Some days Ellie found Jons unabashed excitement for his work amusing. Today was not one of those days. Yes, I heard, she snapped back at him while gathering up her fallen papers.

We leave tonight to go to Chicago with him, can you believe it? Oh, to see the great master illusionist at work! What could be more amazing?

Lazarus rising from the dead, perhaps? she said, her voice flooded with sarcasm.

 You cant tell me youre not absolutely thrilled with this opportunity. I know youve been working here a lot longer than I have, but you cant possibly be this jaded. Its Vincent Darque, for heavens sake! Hes the man who once made the whole of Lake Erie rise and seem to float through the air. He can breathe fire at his assistants without even singeing their hair. Its rumored that he even performed an entire show without actually being therehis presence itself was an illusion. Hes a living legend, and hes letting us go backstage with him for an entire three weeks! 

Yes, yes, Ive read all that about him and sure Im thrilled that we get to go and play media lackey to this living legend as you called him. Now please leave me in peace so I can brood.

Ellie, sometimes I just dont understand you. Doesnt the fact that he can create all these illusions excite you one little bit? Ive heard the ladies fall all over themselves to simply get near him. Hes been called one of the most magnetic and charismatic men of all time.

By whom? she goaded.

Bywell, by media people for one. And by members of the Brotherhood of Illusion for another. That group is made up of charismatic peopleits what makes them so good at what they doand they think Vincent is one of the best illusionists theyve ever encountered.

Look, Jon, was there a point to all this rambling?

 Well, Id hoped you would be as excited as I am about this. I know youll be doing the bulk of the work because Vincent will only let you interview him. I assumed you and he had made friends or something after last night. 

Ellie heard the bitterness in his tone when he mentioned her previous meeting with Vincent. Look, Jon, I know youre really into this magic stuff, and I know you would have probably really liked to go to the show last night, but

Dont worry about that. If Id gone we wouldnt have been given this opportunity, so Im actually glad that you went instead of me. Its those big green eyes of yours that hooked this job for us, Im certain of it.

Ellie rolled her big green eyes at his words, but he continued on without noticing. Ellie, cant you be just a little more enthusiastic? Were going to tour with Vincent Darque! All things are possible on this tour.

Youre right, I should be more enthusiastic. She smiled wanly, willing to say just about anything to get him to leave the subject alone. Im just a little tired, I guess. I didnt get much sleep last night.

Well, Lindsey told me to tell you we can take the day off, to get prepared for the trip. You should go home and rest before you pack up your things. Maybe after youve slept some youll be more jazzed about this.

Yeah, and maybe Ill pull a rabbit out of my butt, she muttered under her breath.

What was that? Jon asked with a curious frown.

Nothing. Forget about it.

Ill see you tonight, then.

Ellie gritted her teeth and tried not to think about it. Goodness, how had she gotten herself in this mess?

* * * * *

Several minutes later there came a knock at her door.

Whoever it is, go away, she barked out.

The door opened despite her dire words and Vincents head poked in the door. Are you always this cranky when youre at work? he asked with a grin.

What do you want?

Vincent entered the room and closed the door behind him. He plopped down into the chair across from her desk with a lazy, feline grace. Now, is that any way to greet the man with whom youll be spending the next three weeks?

Oh, you couldnt let that go, could you? You just had to rub that in. How on Earth did you get Lindsey to agree to let Jon and I go on tour with you for so long?

Not everyone thinks Im a worthless hack. Some people find me rather personable, actually, with a real and worthwhile talent.

Some people are lunatics. And you havent really answered my question.

Lindsey saw a grand opportunity for your magazine in my suggestion. She wanted Jon to go for an entirely different perspective, I think. And besides he eyed her sardonically, it wouldnt do to have a woman such as yourself traveling alone with a mansuch as myself. Think what the media would have to say.

 A womanizer such as yourself, you mean? Ive read up on youyouve got quite an eye for the ladies. And by the way, I am the media. 

Oh, sweet Ellie, those sweet ladies were but practice before the real game of pleasuring you.

 Dont say such things to me. She was surprised that her voice held so steady. His words had thrilled her to her core, even though she knew they were meant as a harmless flirtation. 

And why not? Do you find my words offensive? I mean them in the nicest way, please believe me. He raised an eyebrow, affecting a look of wounded pride.

You should never say things that you dont mean.

Vincent suddenly moved closer and braced his hands on her desk. It seemed to her that the room grew darker, almost menacing, as he towered over her.

I never say anything that I dont mean, Ellie. Especially when it involves you.

Ellie refused to back away, though it was her first instinctive reaction to the challenge he posed. Stop it.

Stop what? His eyes never wavered from hers.

Stop trying to intimidate me. You dont scare me with your bullying tactics.

Oh, I dont want you to be scared of me. I want you

You want me to what?

I want youand thats enough for now.

Ellie was unprepared for him to pull her across her cluttered desk. She was unprepared for the incredibly passionate and unbelievably abandoned kiss that he gave her as wellbut her surprise didnt last for more than a second before she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Vincents lips were even softer than she remembered. They moved against hers with a barely suppressed violence at first, but gentled almost immediately when he realized that she wasnt resisting. It was then that she realized she had been prepared for his passionbut she wasnt prepared for his tenderness.

His kiss made her burn, as if fire raced through her from head to toe. Shed read many a romance novel where the heroine was shocked to her core by a mere kiss from the hero, but shed never believed it was actually possible. At leastnot until now. It felt as if the earth tilted beneath her feet. As if her very heartbeat were dependent upon Vincents mouth continuing to move upon hers. He was heat and lightning He made her feel alive. More alive than ever shed felt before.

His tongue slipped into her mouth and he tasted of pure, potent masculinity. He slipped his hands into her hair and tilted her head just so, growling his satisfaction when he seemed to find the perfect position for her.

Open wider for me, Ellie. I need to taste you. Yield to me, he commanded against her trembling lips.

She sighed, and it was all the invitation he needed. His hand came up and his thumb forced her lips wide for the invasion of his tongue. Had a woman ever been kissed so thoroughly? Ellie doubted it, as she gave herself over to the mastery of the man who held her. His tongue plundered, invaded and conquered her mouth, until she had no secrets left hidden from him. His taste drowned her until she feared that she would never be free of his wild flavor again. But the future didnt matter, so long as he kept kissing her. The world beyond them had ceased to exist for her.

Burning, feverishly hot kisses gave way to slow, deep ones. His silken, soft lips glided over hers, slipping and sliding until she felt the caresses like fingers moving between her legs. His teeth nipped and tugged her lower lip into his mouth, which he suckled like candy. She moaned into his mouth and returned his ardor with her own.

She licked and laved at his lips, marveling at the sensations that raced through her. His tongue danced with hers, thrusting and withdrawing, luring it into his own mouth so that she began her own exploration. If magic were possible, then it was there in his kiss. He held nothing back from her, and she was moved to the same heights of abandon.

His hands moved from her hair, down over her shoulders and chest, to end over her breasts. He paused there, as if expecting her to protest. As if she could! When she didnt, he possessively cupped the fullness of her aching breasts in his palms. His hands moved lightly over her, cupping and plumping her softness until she thought she might scream with the pleasure. His fingertips traced circles over her nipples and they swelled to demanding, aching peaks.

He growled at her obvious response to his touch and pulled her the rest of the way over her desk. His hands fisted at the base of her spine and crushed her to him. Her feet dangled a good foot off the floor, but she didntcouldntcare. His body was as hard as a tree trunk against her, all muscle and sinew over strong bones. He made her feel delicate, a thing shed never considered herself to be. He made her feel wanted, and that, in itself, was a more potent aphrodisiac than anything she could ever have imagined before now. 

He was all man, virile and untamed. And for the moment he was hers. All hers.

Vincent moved her so that her pubic bone rubbed against the hard ridge of his erection. She gasped and threw her legs around his waist with desperate abandon. His hands moved down and cupped her bottom, kneading the flesh there and wringing little purring noises from her throat. He thrust against her and she felt the exquisite pressure of his cock rub against her already tingling clit. She shrieked with the pure ecstasy that raced through her from the contact and he swallowed the sound with his mouth.

He thrust and withdrew against heran imitation of the sex actover and over again until she thought she would be driven mad with lust. And all the while, he kissed her, making love to her mouth with nibbling, suckling motions. She tightened her legs around his waist and let her hands rove over the broad planes of his shoulders and back. He moaned into her mouth and increased the tempo and force of his thrusts.

She gasped and pulled away from his kiss, leaving his lips free to trail down her throat. Her body arched backwards uncontrollably and her pleasure crested. With one last movement of his body between her legs he brought her. She came so hard that she felt another scream claw its way up her throat, and was powerless to stop it. Thankfully, Vincent still had enough of his wits about him to jerk her head back down to his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and muffled her cries with his kiss.

All too soon, the pleasure abated, leaving her weak and spent. With one last, lingering tug on her swollen bottom lip, Vincent released her mouth and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. If not for his arms supporting her, she would have fallen, and he seemed content to hold her upright as she calmed.

Why did you do that? she asked in a quiet voice, after shed regained some of her wits.

Because I wanted to, he laughed softly, burying his lips in the hair atop her head.

This changes nothing between us, you know. I still think youre a womanizing bully. She pulled back to look at him.

I think this changes everything, but Ill not argue about it just now. Im feeling rather high in spirits, too much so to argue, arent you?

How can you feel good, you didntwellyou know, she faltered, and even after all that had happened between them she actually felt herself blush.

Having you come apart in my arms was better than any physical release Ive ever experienced. Besides, theres time enough for my pleasure later. His grin was wicked and full of dark promise.

 Oh, but there cant be a next time. Were going to be working together, and I wont have an affair with you. I wont. 

Something dangerous moved in the black depths of his eyes. Suddenly he pulled away from her and walked to the door, adjusting himself in his jeans before he reached for the handle. As he opened the door he looked back at her, a deadly serious look on his face.

 There will be a next time between us, Ellie. On that you can trust. He closed the door with a firm click behind him. 

With a cold rush of something that felt like fear, Ellie realized that she believed him. It was suddenly imperative that she discover a way out of having to go on tour with him.

Or the cost might well be her heart.



Chapter Six


 

The phone rang shrilly next to her ear, bringing her awake with a gasp. She glanced at her alarm clock and saw that it was only five oclock, shed barely squeezed in two hours of sleep since shed gotten home. The phone continued to ring and she growled in irritation. She fumbled on the table next to her bed and grabbed her phone.

Hello?

You think youre so fucking special, dont you? came a rasping, metallic voice over the line.

What? Who is this?

Youre not worthy.

Not worthy of what, exactly? she asked, still fuzzy from sleep.

Youre such a stupid bitch. I should have known you would be. You think youre going to learn all the secrets, but you wont. Hell never tell you anything except to roll over and spread em.

Ellie sat up in bed with a growl. Look, Im hanging up now, you creep. Dial someone elses number to get your rocks off, Im too tired to play scared just now. Just before she lowered the phone down on its cradle she could have sworn she heard the strange voice shout out two words.

Hack magician!

Hack magician? She frowned. What kind of expletive was that supposed to be? She looked over at the vase of flowers Vincent had sent her, sitting cheerily on her dresser. Shed moved them there just before falling into bed. 

They were white. 

The phone shrieked again and she was almost glad to have her attention diverted from the roses. Ellie grabbed it on the first ring. Listen, buddy, I dont know who you think you are, but Ive got better things to do than to listen to your shit, so

I didnt know you were clairvoyant, too, Ellie, Vincent said, laughter in his voice.

Ellie shivered involuntarily. His voice was even sexier over the phone. She imagined he gave great phone sex. With that thought came another and another until the bottom had dropped out of her stomach in the face of a delicious longing.

Hello, Vincent. I thought you were someone else. Her voice came out breathless and needy. She hoped he couldnt tell through the phone.

I would hope so. Who did you think I was that you greeted me so pleasantly?

Just a prank caller.

Oh? He fell silent and Ellie could actually sense a tension coming from him.

Yeah, its no big deal. Just some weirdo, bored and without much of a life.

Ah. He didnt say anything for a long beat.

Was there a reason why you called? she asked.

I just wanted to see if you needed help with your packing. Well be leaving at nine oclock.

I dont need any help. She growled it out irritably, knowing she was being rude, but unable to help herself.

Then youre ready to leave? he asked with a smile in his voice.

No.

I can help you, it will take less time if there are two of us.

Im not ready to leave because Im not going.

What do you mean?

I. Am. Not. Going. You understand English just fine.

Why have you decided not to go? Is it because of what happened between us at your office?

No, she lied.

I wont hurt you, Ellie, he breathed gently.

There are many kinds of hurt, she thought. I know you wont deliberately hurt me, Vincent, she whispered. But thats beside the point. I just dont want to go, okay? 

There was a long moment of silence on the other end. Then she heard his deep sigh. For some odd reason the sound made her heart constrict painfully and she suddenly wanted to take it all back and ask him to come for her.

I never would have thought you were a coward.

His words were spoken softly, but it was as if an explosion was set off in her mind. All tender feelings for him fled as if they had never been, and she squeezed the phone in a brutal, white-knuckled grip.

 I am not a coward, she said, hearing the steel behind her own words. 

Then come with me, he pressed, his voice passionate and uncompromising.

No, she exploded.

Im coming over there.

No, no, no. Vincent theres no need. Dont come She heard the click of the phone in her ear as he hung up. 

She stared at the phone stupidly for several minutes before slamming it down on its cradle. Plopping onto her stomach she roared her agitation into her pillow. It was with no small measure of disgust that she acknowledged she couldnt hope to hold Vincent at bay by merely refusing to answer her door when he came. He was far too domineering to let her get away with thathed probably just break down her door.

Or appear in her bedroom by some form of hocus-pocus.

She winced and reminded herself that she didnt believe he had the power to do such things. Realizing that she would have to see Vincent when he arrived, if only to stand by her conviction of not going on tour with him, she rose and headed for the shower. Hopefully she would have time to wash up and get dressed before battling the dragon in her house.

God save the world from stubborn men!

* * * * *

Ellie wasnt sure how long it would take Vincent to arrive so she hurried into the shower, scrubbing down briskly with a loofah sponge until her skin gleamed a rosy hue. The soothing scent of the lavender and chamomile soap permeated the mist that surrounded her and she breathed deeply of it. She soaped her hair with a similarly scented shampoo and tried to let the tension ease out of her muscles. The water was warm and soothing as it beat down on her neck, lulling her to the point of dozing. Ellie had to forcibly shake herself awake, then rinse and lather her hair once more. Thick, foaming soap ran into her eyes and she winced at the sudden, burning discomfort. Tilting her head back to let the fall of water flush out her eyes brought her quick relief.

Here, let me help you. Hands that were not her own raked through her hair, pushing the soap away to wash down the drain.

Ellie shrieked and opened her eyes, wincing as they burned anew. She shrieked again when she realized that Vincent was in the shower with her. And he was nude! Gloriously nude and quite obviously unashamed of it. It was with great effort that she closed her eyes in a belated attempt at self-preservation, but the image of him was burned forever in her brain.

Get out, get out, get out! she cried, foolishly covering her breasts and mons. As if that small barrier could protect her from him.

Look me in the eye and say that, Ellie, and Ill leave, he said, and every word he spoke was a challenge.

She opened her eyes, steadfastly refusing to let them stray from his face to trail down his magnificent body. She opened her mouth to command him to leavebut all that came out was a breathless word.

Please

Please what, Ellie? he urged, moving closer to her, stalking her in the cramped confines of the shower stall with graceful confidence.

P-please Her whispering voice broke on the word.

 Anything, Ellie. Youve but to ask and its yours, I swear it. Pleasewhat? His mouth was almost on hers as he leaned down under the shower spray. The water hit his head, washing his hair down into his face and giving him the look of wild man. The water dripped off of his chin, onto her face, and she swore that she could taste the essence of him as a drop fell into her mouth. 

I cant, she cried, knowing that on some level she must be making sense because his eyes flashed and burned as she spoke.

You can. Youre not a coward, Ellie. Ask me what you will.

She moaned her surrender and shot up to her tiptoes, plastering her lips on his. Her hands dropped from their protective pose and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him more closely to her beneath the water. Their naked bodies touched and a bolt of pure electricity shot through her at the contact. Ellie cried out and tried to climb up his body like it was a tree.

Shh, shh. Calm down, he murmured, laving her lips with his tongue.

His hands moved to cup and squeeze the weight of her breasts and she sighed, easing a little beneath his touch. He ran his hands down the length of her, petting her like a cat. The water made her body slippery beneath his hands, an added texture that drove them both a little wild. Vincent moved closer and rubbed his body against hers, while running his hand down her back to knead the plump flesh of her buttocks.

Without warning, he turned her and brought her hands up to rest against the wall of the shower. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and gently bit the side of her neck. She gasped and he chuckled triumphantly. He knelt behind her where she leaned and licked a trail from the base of her neck to where her spine ended above the cleft of her ass. Then he nipped and kissed and suckled every inch of her buttocks, making her writhe with longing for more of the sweet torment.

He pulled away and she moaned dejectedly. He laughed and gently slapped her ass in reply. Greedy woman. Be patient I promise theres more to come.

More! Ellie almost sobbed in her state of need. She couldnt take much more, she knew. The tender skin between her legs was on fire and drenched with her own moisture. Her mind was in a turmoil of hesitation and reckless desire. On the one hand, she feared that if he took her there would be no going back for her. She would be addicted to him, ruined for any other man. And on the other hand, she feared that if he didnt take her she would run him down and see to the deed herself. 

Shed never needed this much. 

She felt the hot, steely ridge of his cock rub against the cleft of her bottom and tried not to cry out. Her body trembled uncontrollably as he rubbed back and forth against her. She arched back into him, presenting herself in a wanton, primitive fashionfemale submitting to male. It was then she realized that she wanted him to dominate her, to take her and pleasure her, even though her better judgment screamed at her to run. 

He pulled back from her and she whimpered. He chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound, and he turned her back around to face him. The irises of his eyes were even darker than usual, and the look on his face was one of savage desire. The water of the shower beat down on them, spiking Vincents lashes and giving him the look of a satyr. Their eyes met and locked as the seconds ticked by.

Without warning, his hands speared into her hair and his mouth crashed down onto hers. There was nothing tame or gentle in this new kiss, it was pure, hot passion. Ellie hung on for dear life as she was swept up in the storm of his kiss, giving back as good as she got, tasting him anew with every ragged breath she drew.

Vincent was dizzy with passion. To have her thus in his arms was pure madness, though he savored every sweet moment. Her skin was like wet, slippery silk beneath his hands and she tasted so sweet that it was all he could do to keep from devouring her whole. He wanted to throw her to the floor and take her like a rutting beast, but curbed the urge with every ounce of will left to him.

Oh, but the fear of her rejection spurred him on to even more daring caresses and he touched the silken heat between her legs. Her wetness spilled down over his hand like manna from heaven, and his heart rejoiced. The sheer panic hed felt when shed told him she was refusing to go with him had forced his hand to this far sooner than he would have likedbut no matter how many times he told himself to slow the pace, to pull back from their passionate embrace, he found he could not do it. She was far too much of a temptation for one such as he.

The feel of her, the very taste and smell of her was driving him mad with lust. She was all hed ever wanted in a woman and more. Not that she would believe him, such was her stubbornness. He knew that she deserved to be coaxed gently, made love to with tenderness and care, but there came again the fear that she would push him from her life if he didnt do something to bind her to him. He vowed to himself that he would give her pleasure the likes of which shed never known. If only she would have him.

And of all his hopes there hid the greatest one of allthat she would never again have any other, save him. Forever.

There were wonders he could show her, the likes of which shed never dreamed. He could heighten the pleasure of their union to such exquisite limits that she would be driven mad by it. He could bring her to orgasm with but a glance, take her more deeply than any mere man could hope or dream to. These things and more were in his power to do, but first he must hear her willingness to let him. Hed promised himself that she would come to him willingly or not at all.

He would see to it that she was begging him to take her before he dared to ask permission. In the face of her stubborn resolve he could not risk asking before she was completely laid bare before him.

Ellie moaned and sighed as his kiss deepened. Their teeth met and she clutched him to her desperately. He made a deep, satisfied male sound and kissed her so hard that she tasted blood, but she welcomed that small pain along with the pleasure. Her body shook so forcefully that she thought she might fall, and it was only by the strength of Vincents hands at her scalp that she remained standing at all.

Suddenly, he pulled back from her and tilted her head back so that her neck was arched to a new series of kisses. Hot, openmouthed kisses that burned her flesh like flame.

Tiny little whimpers escaped from her over and over again. She couldnt have controlled them had she wanted to, she was too far gone. Vincents lips scorched a path down her throat to her breasts. Her whimpers turned to desperate, panting moans as he took a nipple into the heat of his mouth. As he drew and sucked on her taut, puckered flesh she felt it simultaneously in the swell of her clit. Some heretofore undiscovered connection between her breasts and clit made itself known to her then and she cried out at the shock of it.

He drew from her breast, sipping and sucking at her nipple like a babe, though no feeding child could have made her feel this way. Vincents teeth scraped against her, then bit downand every movement, every draw of his mouth upon her was simultaneously visited upon her clit. She bucked uncontrollably against him and he moved on to her other breast to visit the same exquisite torture upon that one as he had the first.

 Vincent, please! she cried. 

He paid her little heed, if indeed hed heard her at all. He sank lower, kissing his way down her midriff to her stomach, delving lower still to slide his tongue into the dip of her belly button. A moment later he moved again, dangerously close to the crown of her sex.

Oh, my beautiful Ellie, you shave your sweet cunt. I do so love the taste and feel of a womans bare pussy, he growled against her.

His words made her knees turn to liquid and she would have fallen had he not nudged her back against the wall behind them.

Hold on to me, Ellie. Hold on and dont let go, he said raggedly before bending to her once more.

His tongue speared the slick folds of her cunt and she screamed. He licked her from her opening to her clit, over and over as she writhed against the wall helplessly, crying out again and again. With the broad strength of his shoulders he wedged himself between her legs, spreading her wide as he feasted hungrily. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder and buried his face deeper in the slippery wetness of her body. His mouth made audible sucking noises and the sound spurred them both on in their passion.

Wild and wanton now as she never had been before, she ground her wet flesh more tightly against his face, hands tugging in his hair. She felt the exquisitely rough texture of his whiskers rasping over her, an accompanying sensation to the tug and draw of his mouth upon her. One of Vincents hands rose up and spread wide the lips of her vagina so that his mouth was free to move higher and zero in on her swollen clit. She felt his teeth bite down gently upon her, treating the swollen bud of her clit like a nipple as he tugged oh-so carefully upon it.

Her body bore down as she approached her orgasm. Vincent seemed to sense it and thrust two fingers into her, spearing her deeply, stretching her tender flesh relentlessly. She sobbed, mindless to all but the pleasure he gave her. She felt him hook his fingers inside of her wetness and all but swooned when an even greater pleasure raced through her at the movement. It was too much. Any moment now she would break and find wondrous, blessed relief.

Abruptly, Vincents fingers and mouth left her. She cried out and arched up to him, desperate for him to continue touching and tasting her.

He rose before her and shook her lightly so that she opened her closed eyes and gazed dizzily into the heated darkness of his.

Will you have me or not, Ellie? Do you want me to take you?

Had there ever been any doubt in her mind that it would come to this between them? P-please, Vincent, she cried.

 Please, Vincentwhat? he said, his voice grating with the force of his own emotions. 

Take me, please just take me, she sobbed, desperate for him now.

He leaned down and kissed her roughly, forcefully on the mouth. Then he bent down and hooked his arm behind her knees. He lifted her smoothly, easily displaying his strength as he stepped from the shower and carried her to the bedroom beyond. He laid her, soaking wet, upon the bed and came down on her. His weight was a blessed relief in itself and she moaned with what little breath was left to her.

There will be no going back after this, Ellie. Not for either of us.

 Yes, oh yes, she sobbed brokenly. 

And thus her fate was sealed. Vincent couldnt contain his smile of triumph as he pressed into her, free to take her at last.



Chapter Seven


 

Ellie shuddered, seeing the look of raw possession that was stamped across Vincents chiseled features. She knew shed given him some sort of power over her with her words, but they couldnt be taken back now. In fact, she wasnt even sure she wanted to take them back.

Vincents mouth came down upon hers, devouring her, eating her alive. His body shifted and he fell between her legs, his heavy cock slipping and sliding into the vulnerable, open vee of her thighs. Ellie dug her fingers into his silky hair and kissed him back ferociously. He raised himself up above her with a black-nailed hand on either side of her head and looked down at her, silent but for the rasp of his ragged breathing.

Has there ever been a special fantasy for you, a place youve always wanted to be loved?

She could barely form a coherent thought, so caught up was she in the moment, and he had to repeat his question once more.

I d-dont know, she admitted, surprised that shed managed that much without blubbering.

How about a forest glade, near a waterfall that feeds into a clear pool?

It sounds lovely, but I dont understand

Vincent put a finger to her lips, silencing her. Shh. Close your eyes, Ellie. Let me do this small bit of magic for our first time together.

For an endless moment she kept her eyes locked on his, but she could see that he needed her to trust him, so she finally closed her eyes. She felt Vincents lovely hands trail down over her face, once, twice, three times. On the third pass she captured one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it, eager to taste any part of him that she could. But all the while she kept her eyes closed, knowing it was what he wanted.

A tingling sensation washed over her then, making the skin of her scalp seem to draw tight over her skull. The hairs on the back of her nape rose, and goose bumps rose up on her skin. The temperature of the room seemed to drop by several degrees and she shivered uncontrollably.

Open your eyes now, my love. See what I have created for you with my meager talents.

Ellie opened her eyes and gazed aroundonly to find that they were no longer in her room! They still lay on her bed, but her bed was now outside under the silvery light of a full moon, in a sheltering grotto of trees, right beside a small waterfall. Beneath the waterfall was a perfectly formed pool of sparkling water, lapping gently at the grasses that dotted the small shoreline. Night jasmine was heavy in the air, a heady scent that drugged her senses as surely as the man who now rose above her.

How did you do that? she asked in awe.

 It is my gift for you, Ellie. How I did it is insignificant, what you should ask is why I did this. 

Wh?

He cut off her question, silencing her with his lips. All thought fled from her as she was caught up once more in a maelstrom of passion.

A new facet to his loving was then revealed to her. It was as if the person whod been pleasuring her for the last hour was but a pale shadow of the true man kept hidden within Vincent. Where before his touch had brought her to singing life, his touch now brought her to screaming, shrieking pleasure. Within seconds she teetered on the brink of an explosive release as he kissed and caressed her body with erotic mastery.

Vincent played her body like an instrument, fine-tuning her pleasure almost to the point of pain. Her cries echoed about their magical bower as she writhed beneath him, mindless in her state of near-crazed abandon. His mouth moved from hers and drew the plump fullness of her breast deep within. His hands moved down, spread her legs and tested her readiness, rubbing his fingers deliciously against her wet and swollen flesh.

A ragged scream of excitement came from deep within her as Vincent wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and moved to press down into her softness. Ellie glanced down and saw his erection, thick and long, with a great, mushroomed head crowning the tip. The velvet-steel of him was dark and filled with blood, and a silvery droplet glistened at the tip of his shaft. He pressed into her, burning her with the heat of him, and she bucked up against him.

Patience, lovely Ellie. Weve time enough to race to the finish.

Suddenly Ellie was reminded of her dream the night before. She wondered drunkenly if he knew of her dream At this moment, in this magical place, she could believe anything was possible. In fact, she wouldnt have been surprised in the least if she were to discover that hed sent her the dream with whatever strange power he had. 

The head of his cock slipped into her, and all coherent thought fled from her mind. Just that small penetration stretched her flesh to burning and a small fissure of alarm sneaked its way thorough her. A bit more of him slipped into her, the moisture of her body welcoming and easing his way, but it was still an incredibly tight fit.

Wait, stop, Vincent, she said in a panic.

Shh, love. Well fit. Relax.

I cant Youre too big.

No. Youll take all of me He groaned and slipped into her further, clearly trying to be gentle, but also clearly unable to help himself.

Ellie felt him stretching her even further and winced. That had hurt. S-stopVincent, she cried out when he pressed further. 

Vincent drew back, sweat running down his face. His silver earring glinted in the moonlight, drawing her eyes. He was raw masculine perfection and Ellie closed her eyes in an effort to protect her heart from the sight of such beauty.

Then Vincent drew his hands over her face and her eyes flew open once more. She saw his eyes grow distant and vague. Without warning, Ellie felt a new flood of pleasure wash through her and then she was flying.

The orgasm hit her with such a sudden and vicious force that she bowed up and backwards, forcing the rest of Vincents cock deep within her cunt. The pain of his invasion wrung a scream from her, but the ecstasy of her orgasm was so intense that the pain blended with the pleasure and was soon forgotten.

Ellie hooked her ankles behind Vincents back, and he rose above her on his knees, pulling her hips onto his thighs. The new position thrust him even more deeply into her, so that he bumped against the very mouth of her womb. He began to withdraw from her, only to return with one strong thrust straight to the depths of her. Her orgasm seemed to stutter and then it turned into something altogether new and amazing.

Liquid fire raced through her veins and Ellie could have sworn that she saw thousands of lights dancing about their heads. There was no more voice left in her to scream with, so she let out a choking breath as Vincents thrusts increased in tempo and, unbelievably, depth. He seemed to reach the very heart of her with his cock, filling her full to bursting with what she was sure was pure magic.

Even knowing that her hands were grasping at him desperately, that she was leaving tiny bleeding crescents behind on his skin with her nails, she still could not loosen her hold. He was her only anchor in a realm of pure madness and if she let go she was afraid shed never find her way back again. She tightened her legs around him and met his thrusts eagerly with her own, surrendering fully to him.

Vincent cried out and pounded into her, his balls slapping loudly against her tender flesh. He lowered her back onto the mattress while he rode her, shaking the bed frame with the force of his thrusts. His hands captured hers and bore them down to the bed beside her thrashing head.

Look at me, Ellie. Look at me while I bring you again, he said raggedly.

She did as he commanded, gazing deeply into the pool of his dark eyes. Then yet another orgasm rocked her, twisting her body on a rack of exquisite pleasure-pain. She bucked uncontrollably beneath him, the torn remnants of her voice crying out shakily. All the while, she kept her eyes locked to his as he rocked against her, drowning in the depths of his eyes.

Ellie felt the pulse of his cock a second before his semen washed through her, bathing her in fire. He gave a great and mighty roar, throwing his head back as he thrust deep into the heart of her. She felt his release wash through her body as if it were her own. In a moment of pure eroticism she rose up and licked a trail up the strong column of his throat, bathing him with her tongue as he cried out. He jerked and spasmed in her embrace, filling her with his come until it washed out between their bodies and spilled onto the coverlet beneath them.

After an endless moment Vincent fell upon her, bearing her more deeply into the mattress with his weight. Their hands remained entwined as their breaths and heartbeats slowed to a more human rhythm. Ellie smiled and closed her eyes, legs still wrapped firmly around her lovers waist.

As she drifted into a deep, sated sleep, a terrifying thought occurred to her, sending a cold knife of fear straight to her heart. After tonight, there would be no going back for her. She was ruined for all other men after being in Vincents arms, just as shed feared she would be. Heaven help her, but her heart was lost to the magic man.

She was doomed.



Chapter Eight


 

Ellie heard a shuffling noise and opened her eyes a small crack. Her vision was bleary with the last remnants of fatigue, but as she saw Vincent pass by the bed her sight cleared and she sat up.

What are you doing? she asked.

What does it look like Im doing, love? he chuckled.

She took in the sight of her luggage propped against the bedroom door and various piles of her clothing that had not yet been packed within their cases. It looks like youre doing my packing for me, which I know cant be true, because surely even you are not that arrogant, she griped. 

Vincent gave a mock long-suffering sigh and shook his head. My poor Ellie. Im so sorry that you are learning it this late in the game, but Im very probably the most arrogant man youll ever meet.

Why do I believe youre totally serious when you say that?

 Probably because I am. Now get up, slugabed. My jet leaves in an hour, with or without us on board, and Id much prefer it were with. 

 Your jet? 

 My jet. Did you think we would be flying coach? He laughed and leaned down to kiss her, hard, upon the lips. Now get up. He pulled the covers from her, exposing her naked body. His eyes grew darker, hungry, as he swept them down her form. My God, youre gorgeous, he breathed. 

Even after all that had happened between them, Ellie couldnt help the blush that rose to burn her cheeks. He looked at her so intently, as if he could see right into the heart of her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that shed never felt before. As if against his will, Vincent reached his hands out, slowly, and palmed her breasts. Your skin is more even delicate than I had thought. Youve got my whisker burns dotted all up and down your body. His thumbs swept up and over her nipples, bringing them to immediate, aching points.

Ellie let loose a long, shuddering sigh. She couldnt help it, Vincent was playing havoc with her senses, making her nerves sing with remembered pleasure and anticipation of more yet to come.

I thought you wanted me to get up and get ready to go, she said, voice shaking and breathless, though she tried valiantly to steady it.

Vincent leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the plump swell of her nipple, inhaling deeply. You smell like me, his voice was husky, rough. I like knowing that.

Breathing deep, Ellie could smell him on her as well and it sent a primitive thrill streaking through her. I like it too, she admitted.

With a growl, Vincent pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply. His tongue thrust and withdrew from her mouth, stroking along hers erotically, and his silky lips slanted across hers to gain ever-deeper access. Endless moments passed, during which Ellie was fully awakened and thrust into the realm of passion.

He pulled back. As much as you tempt me, love, I have to put a stop to this before it gets out of hand. I know I wont be satisfied with a quick tussle. With you, Ill want to play for hours and we dont have the time just now. Come on, get dressed. With that, he pulled her to her feet.

His hands cupped her shoulders lightly. Youre so small, so slight.

No, Im not. Im chunky and short. I always have been.

Oh, Ellie. Youre absolutely perfect. Curvy in all the right places for a hot-blooded man to appreciate, and small enough to make a man feel like a giant protector whenever youre near.

Ellie frowned and opened her mouth to dispute his words, but he silenced her with a finger at her mouth. Say thank you, Ellie. Dont toss my compliments back in my face, as I know you so long to do. Youre going to have to trust me on this. Believe what I say, because I mean every word.

Thank you, Ellie, she said cheekily.

Thats my girl, he turned and started putting her clothing into an empty suitcase.

Wait just a minute, I can pack my own things. Youre probably forgetting stuff that Ill need if Im going to be away for three weeks and

If we forget anything, Ill buy it for you while were on the road. And dont worry, if you really need something that we dont pack now, we can always come back for it. You wont be away for a solid three weeks, there are evenings that well have completely free to ourselves.

 Id rather make sure I dont forget anything, now, she pressed, moving about, getting dressed in comfy cotton lounge pants and a black, oversized long-sleeved t-shirt with the words Temporarily Out of Service, emblazoned in red across the front. 

 Ive packed plenty of comfortable clothes for you, jeans, sweatshirts and t-shirtsthings like that. I dont want you to be forced to wear those somber pantsuits in your closet. Ive included a couple of dresses, in case we attend an after-performance party or whatever. Did you know youve got some pretty sexy numbers with the tags still attached? Tsk, tsk, my dear, he chuckled. 

The dresses are from Lindsey, shes always trying to get me to wear them to business dinners and get-togethers. It drives her crazy that I always wear slacks. Ellie ran a brush through her hair negligently, wincing at the snags and tangles that she tugged through. Then she pulled her hair up into an oversized alligator clip.

Vincent watched this ritual with much interest.

Ellie deliberately ignored his unwavering gaze and proceeded to dig through her drawers, pulling out her favorite clothes and underthings. Vincent, seeing her ignore him and apparently unhappy about it, lifted an emerald green, satin thong from the suitcase in front of him. I rather like this, Ellie. Youll have to model it for me later. His eyes flared and he bared his teeth, showing off his bright whites with a decidedly feral look.

Not to be outdone, even as butterflies danced in her stomach, Ellie decided to fight fire with fire. Oh, Ive even more risqu lingerie that Im sure youll like better. She moved to her closet and pulled out a large gift box. Nestled inside, in tissue paper, was an aquamarine, peekaboo teddy shed bought for herself on a wild whim.

She held it up for Vincent and was pleased to see his eyes widen with something close to shock. The front panels were see-through netting, with satin cups in the bra and a satin swatch of cloth for the crotch. But there were round openings in the bra that allowed a womans nipples to be exposed, and there was a slit in the crotch that exposed the labia. The back was simply a string that was meant to rest in the cleft of a womans buttocks, with a string at the waist and a tie at the neck that held the rest of the piece together. There were matching, transparent thigh-high hose and elbow-length gloves meant to complement the ensemble. At the moment, Ellie couldnt imagine what impulse had driven her to buy the thingit had rested here in her closet for at least a yearbut she was glad now that she had. The look on Vincents face was enough to make her want to buy even more daring pieces, especially when he sank to his knees before her.

Her heart leapt. This sexy, exotic man had actually made love to her! And it was apparent that he wanted to do so again. She deliberately brushed away the thought that they were soon to go on tour where thousands of beautiful women would gather around him like bees to honey, very likely drawing his attention away from her. She concentrated instead on the idea that, if only for tonight, this gorgeous man was all hers. She grew breathless with the ideathe very possibilitiesof it.

Vincent growled and stalked lazily, on hands and knees, toward her. With a slow, feline movement he rose up onto his knees, rubbing his face against her midriff and pulling her tightly to him with his hands gently squeezing her buttocks. Youre making me forget that Ive got my entourage waiting for me, you dangerous woman, he murmured into the slight swell of her tummy.

She was dangerous? He was the one who posed the most dangerthe man was wreaking havoc on her heart. He was positively sinful, like a box of Godiva chocolatesa woman knew better than to overindulge her appetite with the fattening confections, but who could resist such sweet temptation? 

She certainly couldnt.

There was the unmistakable feel of Vincents teeth as he lightly bit down on her flesh. He slapped her buttocks playfully and rose to tower before her. Quit distracting me.

Ellie let out a whooshing breath and went to gather the rest of her necessities. One thing was for certainthe next three weeks would be an adventure she would never forget. 

* * * * *

They barely arrived at the airport on time, having hailed a cab with what seemed like the slowest driver in the world at the wheel. Vincent paid a valet to see to her luggage as he grabbed Ellies hand and raced out with her to his waiting jet. Upon gaining entrance, Ellie froze, amazed at what she saw before her.

The interior of the small jet seemed immense, far more so than was possible in such a compact aircraft. It appeared to stretch on forever, supporting luxurious, plush leather chairs and ottomans, tables, lamps and even beds. There were multiple sections, separated by rich velvet curtains, as Vincent led her ever deeper into the bowels of the plane. Ellie couldnt help but think it was quite probably similar to being on Air Force One, though how so many homey comforts could be squeezed into such a small area she could not even begin to guess.

Along the way, Ellie caught sight of some familiar faces, the women shed seen assisting Vincent at his show, and the large, burly men that seemed to act as both bodyguards to the entourage as well as stagehands. They smiled and greeted her, friendly and open as they all quickly took in the sight of her hand held tightly within Vincents. Ellie couldnt help but wonder how often they saw him with a woman like this, and was forced to shake her head to clear it of such a painful thought.

Vincent led her to the very back of the plane, pulling the curtain closed to afford them some privacy. He turned to her then, his eyes as black as pitch in the dim light, the look within them making her shiver. Why dont you lie down on the bed and try to get a little rest? Well only be in the air for about an hour and a half, but well be up very early in the morning in order to prepare for the show tomorrow night.

Will we always have a night free to prepare for a show? Ellie plopped down on the full-sized bed, testing the softness of the mattress.

No, very rarely actually. Ive scheduled several consecutive nights to perform and well be leaving straight from one venue to arrive at the next with only a few hours for sleep and food in between rushed rehearsals, sound and lighting checks.

Is it always like this for you?

Usually worse, he chuckled. Im only making a short run through the country on this tour. This will actually be almost like a vacation for me compared to some of the tours Ive had in the past.

Suddenly there came a commotion from the other side of the curtain. Mr. Darque? Mr. Darque, are you there? Jons voice was breathless, as if hed been running.

Vincent pushed aside the curtain and Jon came stumbling through. You must be Jon, he said drolly.

Jon Dalton, yes, thats me. Jon reached for Vincents hand and pumped it up and down excitedly. I must admit that Im a huge fan of your work, Mr. Darque. Youre absolutely brilliant.

Thank you, Jon. I hope you enjoy yourself over the course of the next few weeks. Vincent finally succeeded in pulling his hand free of Jons.

 Oh, Im certain that I will! I cant believe some of the things Ive already seen, like this jet, for instance. How do you make it appear so large inside? Your assistants say they dont even have a clue, that youre always doing stuff like this to their hotel rooms, their dressing rooms and such. My, how much work must go into a project like this, and you dont even share your secrets with your colleaguesit boggles the mind! Jons words sounded out at a hundred miles per minute, and Vincent was clearly having a hard time getting a word in edge - wise. 

Jon, if youll excuse me, Ellie and I have some last-minute preparations to go through and you need to be seated when we take off.

Oh, yes of course, of course. Jon leaned around Vincent and waved to Ellie. Hi Ellie, I didnt see you there. Isnt this exciting? he raved, looking around with bright, excited eyes.

Ellie only smiled, she didnt have time to say anything, as Jon turned and vigorously shook Vincents hand once more before rushing off to find his seat.

What a strange guy, Vincent whispered, closing the curtain once more.

He means well. Hes really into all the magic stuff. His office is littered with little dime-store magic tricks and he even dressed in a top hat and tails for Halloween last year, performing card tricks at our office party.

I bet he was really pissed when he found out you got to review my show last night.

Had it only been last night that shed first met him? It seemed like shed known him all her life. He was appeased that we got to go on this tour with you. He says if he had gone we wouldnt have been so lucky, that it was my big green eyes that got your attention.

Well, those and your perfect breasts. Vincent laughed as her look turned mutinous and she crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Would you really like to know what first caught my attention? he asked, suddenly serious.

Maybe, she admitted, trying to sound nonchalant, even as her heart raced.

Your calm control. Your poise. Your absolute awareness of the world around you, as if nothing that happens goes unnoticed by you.

Ellie blinked and frowned. That certainly hadnt been what she had expected from him. What on earth are you talking about?

Vincent came down on the bed beside her and lay down on his side, propping his head up with one hand. His free hand moved to trace circles on her bent thigh as she turned to sit cross-legged in front of him. You have a power all your own, Ellie. And though you refuse to acknowledge it, that doesnt mean it isnt still there. It was the power in you that drew me to you in the first place, like a moth to a flame. His voice grew husky as he spoke, while his eyes stared off with a faraway look in them.

Youre a loony, she said with a smile.

Sometimes you can feel it. Cant you? He reached up and placed his fingertips, lightly, on her temple. Right here. Just beneath the skin. Like a feather, tickling, in your mind. His words trailed off in a whisper.

Ellies smile faded. She didnt like the way he was talking to her. She also didnt like the way her temples began to tingle and ache under his fingers. It was difficult, but she pulled away, uncomfortably clearing her throat.

I thought you would feed me some trite line about how I was so beautiful you just couldnt help but notice me, she said with deceptive lightness.

My dear Ellie, power has a seductive beauty all its own. It shines through your skin like a beacon for all to see.

Why dont we talk about something else? she urged.

You cant ignore it forever, Ellie. Just like you cant ignore the things youve seen me do. Youre hiding behind your cynicism and disbeliefbut you cant hide behind those things much longer.

I dont know what youre talking about. Ive seen you do some pretty incredible things, true, but that doesnt mean theyre not just parlor tricks. Youve been studying such things your whole life, so of course you would be a master of your craft.

 Its not wrong to believe in the existence of magic. It doesnt make you weak-minded or nave. Why is it so hard for you to just let go and believe in what youve seen these past two days? 

 Do you believe that you have some great mystical gift that enables you to perform your illusions? 

 I know it. 

But its a well-known fact that you take years to engineer your performances. That you set up elaborate stages in order to carry out those tricks convincingly. You cant just ignore that and say that you have some kind of hocus-pocus, mumbo jumbo vibe going on that enables you to do what you do.

Whether or not I use an elaborate stage setup is irrelevant. No average Joe could just walk in off the street, use my tools and perform the same way I do. It is the innate gifts that I possess that enable me to carry off a flawless performance convincingly. Without them I would be a small-time entertainer in some dank little comedy club. It is not the stage setup, the lighting or the rigging, that allows me to perform my illusions. It is the power that I have up here. He tapped his own temple. Everyone has that power. Some, admittedly, have more at their disposal than others. But I have spent my whole life learning to hone that power in such a way that I am now one of the worlds leading master illusionists.

 You really believe in what you do, she murmured. 

It is belief that makes magic a reality, Ellie. If you but learn to believe youll see that Im right, because the power is there within you, too.

Ellie shuddered. She heard the roar of the jets engines as the plane raced down the runway and tried to ignore the echoing cry of her heart.



Chapter Nine


 

The rest of the flight passed in silence for Ellie. Vincent left her to go over some last-minute show changes with his crew, leaving her there on the bed to brood during their journey. There was no hope of sleep, not after the conversation shed had with Vincent, and her mind raced over the implications of all that he had said.

Despite her better judgment she had to admit, at least to herself, that there was more to Vincents illusions than smoke and mirrors. How else could he have created such an elaborate setting for them to make love in, earlier that night? He obviously hadnt had time to set it up before hed joined her in the shower. And that was another thing! Hed entered her house without a key, and without kicking down the door. When shed asked him about it hed merely winked and declined to answer her question, leaving her to her own assumptions.

Shed yet to think of any plausible explanation for how hed gained entry to her home. There had been no open windows for him to climb through and she always kept her doors firmly locked and bolted. So how had he done it? 

Ellie had steadfastly refused to even voice her questions about how hed created their lovers bower. She already knew he wouldnt directly answer her anyway. For her own peace of mind shed deliberately avoided thinking about it, at least until after their newest conversation. It made her nervous to think about such things.

It always had.

Admittedly, she wasnt much of a believer in magic or its many elaborate trappings. She never had been, not even as a child. In her mind she was always too aware that there had to be some logical explanationsome trickto explain away odd phenomena. She didnt know exactly why that was, but it had always been that way for her.

But Vincent clearly believed otherwise, and the words hed spoken had struck a chord deep within her, creating a turmoil that both frightened and intrigued her. Oh, but to have such a firm belief in something so fantastic as magic! What must that be like?

Her mind raced madly and it wasnt until after their landing and departure from the airport that she began to make some sense of her jumbled thoughts. Perhaps Vincent was more than a showman, perhaps not. Now wasnt the time for her to worry about itthe next few weeks would afford her the opportunity to make her own observations. It was almost impossible for her to imagine what might happen if she couldnt make some sense out of all the strange wonders Vincent had already shown her, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she would try to keep an open mind and simply enjoy the experience of being with him.

And what an experience it was.

As their group had walked through the airport, Vincent had once again taken her hand in his, uncaring that everyone could clearly see him do it. He opened doors for her wherever they went, saw to the delivery of her luggage to the hotel without being asked, gently led her into the limousine that awaited them outside of the airport, and all the while kept her hand firmly clasped in his. He was every romantic girls dream of a gallant knight.

Wherever they went people looked at him, either recognizing him or instinctively sensing some air of command about him. People moved out of their way as he walked, and women sighed as he passed. Ellie couldnt help but think that the whole experience was like being on the arm of a rock star. Shed giggled at the thought and had ignored Vincent when hed asked her what was so funny.

Now, as their limo pulled up to the entrance of the hotel at which they would be staying, a swarm of people rushed at the vehicle. Ellie started, whipping her head about, seeing that they were completely surrounded.

Dont worry, Ellie, security will get us up to our rooms without being mobbed, Vincent reassured her.

Is it always like this?

Dont sound so incredulous, Vincent laughed. Not everyone feels the way you do about my talents.

Ellie scowled and did her best to ignore his dig.

How exciting! Jon exclaimed from the seat opposite Ellie. What happens now?

Well sign a few autographs and allow the hotels security to lead us into the hotel. Theyll keep most of the people at bay.

Ellie refused to remark that he hadnt said all of the people would be held at bay. 

Suddenly, Vincent leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. Will you walk with me, Ellie?

Of course. Who else would I walk with?

Dont be obtuse, love. You know what I mean. If you walk out there at my side the rumors will fly. Id like for you to walk with me, of course, but I wont force you to. Its not always easy being in the public eye, and youre not used to it like I am.

Ellie looked into Vincents eyes and saw a vulnerability that was quite foreign to him. She never would have thought him capable of the emotion. Suddenly she wanted to wipe the look from his eyes and never allow it to return. She smiled and pushed back the thick lock of hair that always seemed to be falling over his right eye.

Ill walk with you, Vincent.

A look of wild possession replaced the vulnerability and she wondered if shed just agreed to more than a public appearance with him. Her attention was diverted from that thought when the door to their limo was opened and everyone started to pile out of the vehicle. Vincent used that moment to steal a brief kiss from her lips and then turned to exit with her in tow.

Bulbs flashed as pictures were taken, the sea of people swarmed and shrieked when they caught sight of Vincents dark head and he gave a jaunty wave as they made their way up a tiny path to the hotels entrance. They hadnt gained ten steps before a woman broke out of the crowd waving a black permanent marker and screaming for an autograph.

Vincent chuckled and took the marker from her. Ellie didnt see any paper for him to sign and gasped when the woman opened her shirt and indicated that she wanted Vincent to sign his name on the swell of her breasts. He did so, much to the ladys delight, and she rose up to give him a loud kiss on the cheek. Vincent turned to give Ellie a sheepish look and took her hand once more.

Three more women managed to break through the line of security guards, asking for autographs from the great Vincent Darque. Each time Vincent gallantly and smilingly obliged, allowing each woman to bestow a kiss on his cheek before sending her, giggling, on her way. It was obvious that he was well used to such antics.

Ellie had never before been witness to such a chaotic spectacle.

Finally, after what seemed a small eternity, they gained the doors to the hotel, which were immediately shut after they passed. Ellie gave a great sigh and Vincent kissed her, hard, on the lips. See? That wasnt so bad, now was it?

It wascrazy, Ellie laughed. Im not sure I can handle that kind of thing everywhere we go.

You did beautifully, Vincent praised, kissing her once more.

After signing in, the group made their way up to their block of rooms. Vincent gave everyone but Ellie a card key with a room number assigned to it, and the group went to find their rooms. All the while, Jon babbled on about how exciting everything was. Ellie couldnt help but smile at his obvious enthusiasm. All too soon the commotion was over and she and Vincent were left alone in the hall that led to their suites.

Well only be afforded a few hours of sleep before we have to get up and make our way to the stadium in the morning.

Thats fine. Im used to burning the midnight oil, Ellie said.

Oh really? he asked in a sultry, bedroom voice. He turned so that he led them, walking backwards down the hall, with her hand still held in his. Then you wont mind too much if I rob you of an hour or two of sleep tonight, will you?

A shiver of delicious anticipation raced down her spine. She had to try twice before she could find her voice, much to her chagrin. Wellthat depends on whether or not you make it worth my while, doesnt it? Ellie tried to sound as inviting as he had, but ruined the whole effect when her words ended with a slight squeak.

Vincent threw back his head and laughed. Ellie tried and failed to contain the blush that stained her cheeks. His laughter slowly died down to chuckles, then eventually silence. With a growing air of danger about him, he turned his dark eyes to hers and raked her with them from head to toe, lingering on her lips, her breasts and her thighs.

Oh, Ellie. Im very certain that I can make it worth your while. His voice was pure temptation.

Ellie was very certain that he could, too.

With a growing excitement, Ellie allowed him to lead her to his room, situated at the end of the long corridor. Before he opened the door to his suite however, he gave Ellie one last look, and there was something in his eyes that almost frightened her. Something dark and dangerous. For a wild moment Ellie wondered if perhaps she wasnt making a huge mistake by joining him for the evening. She hardly knew the man, and from all the news clippings shed read about him it was obvious that no one really did. He was an enigma. How could she trust him this completely, so soon after meeting him? It was dangerous folly, surely.

Vincent smiled at her then and the moment passed as if it never were. Ellie couldnt help but return the smile as he ushered her into his room, feeling her heart race with the knowledge that soon she would be in his arms once again.

If only she could stay there forever.



Chapter Ten


 

It was dim in the room and Ellie couldnt see where she was heading. But it didnt matter when, suddenly, Vincent came up behind her, removed the alligator clip from her hair, and swept his arms around her to cup the weight of her breasts in his hands. He buried his lips in the hair and inhaled deeply.

God, I love the way you smell, he growled, biting her gently on the nape of her neck.

Ellies knees went immediately weak. She couldnt resist raising her hands up to join his over her breasts and leaning back against his large body. They rested that way for a moment, then with a barely suppressed violence Vincent suddenly turned her around and backed her up against a nearby wall. Made dizzy with a fierce rush of desire, Ellies head plopped limply back against the wallnot that she cared. She slid her hands up over the strong planes of his chest and then up around his neck.

Vincents hands fisted at the small of her back before moving to her waist, anchoring and pulling her tightly against him. His breathing was hot and heavy against her face as he ran his lips over her with delicious, openmouthed kisses. Ellie moaned and felt him move lower, lips trailing past the line of her jaw to bury themselves in the sensitive skin of her throat. His hands moved up and flattened over her breasts, rubbing over them until she ached and burned with a heavy yearning. Her thighs fell open helplessly and Vincent lifted her up against the wall by pressing the steely ridge of his erection into the vee of her thighs.

Oh, yes there, thats the magic spot! she thought dazedly. Her body had turned to burning, liquid mush and she couldnt have cared less. Nothing mattered so long as Vincent kept touching her, holding her, kissing her. There was a flood of moisture pooled between her legs and all Ellie could think was that she wanted him deep inside, burning her to her heart as he had but a few short hours ago. 

Vincent tried and failed to tamp down on the primitive triumph that flooded through him at her almost immediate surrender. He buried his lips at her throat, tasting the sweet essence of her skin with his tongue. There were so many things he wanted to show her, do to her, but he knew hed already rushed things between them at an unforgivable pace. She wasnt ready to know the full depths of his passion for her. He would have to content himself with the knowledge that she was here, now, with him. Nothing else should matter.

With rough, desperate hands he began to divest her of her clothing. He wanted nothing separating the touch of their naked skin. He had her shirt off in record time and was pleased to note that her sexy, lavender silk bra had a front clasp. He undid that clasp and the warm weight of her breasts sprang free, filling his hands. He marveled at the lush velvet of her skin and the feel of the hard kernels of her nipples stabbing at his palms.

He rolled the puckered softness of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and reveled in the panting cries that he wrung from her. His eyes strayed from the lovely vision of her bared breasts and narrowed instead on the glistening wetness of her lips. He couldnt resist, he leaned in and laved her with his tongue, then delved deeper, sealing his lips to hers. She tasted like sweet, spiced honey and he savored the voluptuous flavor. She was all soft, giving woman, kissing him back with a hungry fervor the likes of which hed never encountered before.

Ellies body bucked against his, cuddling and rubbing the tight length of him with her softness and he almost spilled himself then and there. God, how he wanted her, needed her! He was ready to explode, without even entering her slick, tight body. Ready to spurt like a geyser, there, in his trousers. Suddenly, he wanted to. He wanted to just let go, drop his pants and spend himself on the soft swell of her stomach. He wanted to rub the cream of his orgasm over the breasts that filled his hand, and then urge her to suck the residue off his cock. 

Hed never felt so ready to dominate. To lose total control over himself. He wanted to devour her, consume her utterly, until she was a part of him, and he a part of her. It was surely madness.

Vincent felt the hum of her moan in the back of his throat as he swallowed it and his groin tightened painfully. Ellies hands moved down and around him, unfastening his pants so that his erection sprang free between them. He groaned when her cool, soft hands cupped him. His knees grew weak when she made to stroke him from base to tip and back again. He felt a pearly drop of come escape out of the head of his penis, felt her swirl it around with her thumb, using it as lubrication on his tight, hot flesh.

By God, he would see to it that she was as mindless in her lust as he. Ill make her want me so much that she cant think beyond the need for my cock in her sweet, hot cunt, he thought savagely. He pulled her hands away from his cock, the better to remove the rest of her clothing and his. 

Ellie was beyond all rational thought. She could do nothing but feel. The hot, hard length of him had filled her hands before hed so suddenly pulled away, and shed loved it. Absolutely loved the feel of him. Hed been like a burning hot poker in her hands. His cock was thick and heavy, with a great, ridged head crowning the tip, and a strong pulsing vein that ran the length of it. She wanted to take that great root into her mouth and swallow him whole. She wanted all that he had to give and more. 

Soon they were both gloriously naked and Ellie could contain herself no longer, she knelt before him and took him as deeply into her mouth as he would go. His groan echoed in her ears and she felt his fingers fist into her hair as she sucked on him. He was smooth as silk, but hard as steel in her mouth, far too large for her to encase him fully. What she had in her mouth now she took deep, until he nudged the back of her throat. Careful of her teeth on his flesh, she bobbed her head up and down as she licked and sucked him over and over again.

A salty-sweet drop of his come fell on her tongue and she licked it away adoringly, savoring the flavor of his passion. She licked the opening at the crown of his cock, and then swept her tongue down and around the hooded ridge of him. Her movements against him created wet, sucking sounds in the dimness of the room, and the sound seemed to excite Vincent further as he began to thrust gently in and out of her feasting mouth. His hands remained locked, fisted, in the tangle of her hair, using her tresses as a sort of handle as he helped to guide her movements.

Ellie cupped the heavy weight of his testicles in her hands, marveling at the tight feel of them. She lightly scraped her nails over him, hearing the hiss of his breath between his clenched teeth with a feeling of triumph. Never before had she felt so powerful as she did in that moment. She had the very center of him in her mouth and in her hands, and she reveled in it.

Opening her mouth wideas wide as she could without cracking her jawshe took him ever deeper into the recesses of her throat. The warm slippery feel of her saliva allowed him to fit easily and she worked the muscles of her mouth and throat against him until he began to tremble against her. The strength of his hands tightened even further in her hair as he mashed her face against him. His cock pulsed once, twice and gave a mighty spasm as he shot his come into the back of her throat.

His roar of release echoed in the dim room around them and his body shuddered in time with every pulse of his shaft. Ellie savored every thick, sweet spume of semen that he gave to her. She swallowed every last pearly drop and sucked and rooted for still more. His sac remained tight in her worshipping hands while his cock butted her throat, still hard as marble in her mouth, and she knew that the night was far from over for them both.

Vincent lifted her from her knees and slanted his mouth over hers, as if to taste his own essence in their kiss. He pulled back and stared down at her with stormy eyes. Your mouth is soft and swollen from sucking me off, he groaned and kissed her again. I want you to be as hot and ready for me as I am for you. I want you to give me your body, to let me take you in any and every way I want. I want to give you all you can takeand more. He growled the words against her swollen lips.

 Yes, oh yes, she moaned against him, more than ready for anything and everything he wanted to do to her. 

Vincent turned her around and pressed her against the wall. With a strength she never would have guessed he possessed, he lifted her up and thrust into her from behind. He filled her so deeply from this angle, stretching and burning her with the force of his invasion, that she keened out her surprise.

 Shh, relax, baby. Relax and feel me inside of you, wanting you, needing you. Loving you. 

How could she feel anything but? Ellie felt as though she were being skewered by a lance, so big and long was he inside of her. He filled her full to bursting, there against the wall, and she felt laid open and vulnerable before him. He withdrew and thrust back into her and she moaned. His hands flattened on the back of her shoulders and swept down over her, ending at her ass. He cupped her buttocks and squeezed, then lifted and pushed her forward in such a way that her back bowed and he filled her even more deeply. 

Ellie moaned brokenly and Vincent began the long, slow slide out of her wet sheath. He withdrew almost all the way, until only the mushroomed crown of his cock was left inside of her, and then thrust back home once more. His motions were agonizingly slow as he repeated the process over and over again, until Ellie was a mindless, keening bundle of exposed nerve endings. Her body screamed with the need for release as her inner muscles tightened down on him, desperate to keep him inside of her whenever he moved to withdraw.

Vincents fingers moved to the cleft of her ass and stroked the puckered flesh between. Ellie sobbed out, pulling away, for no one had ever touched her there. Vincent caught her closer to him and repeated the caress.

All you can takeand more, he reminded, voice ragged and husky with his own need.

Her knees went weak and she would have fallen to the floor had he not held her upright with the strength of his arms. His cock thrust in and out of her, faster now, but not nearly fast enough to suit her. Ellie wriggled against him, rooting for more of him, and he chuckled darkly, holding her at bay. She felt his fingers stroke the cleft of her behind once more and then he slipped into her anus. He must have wet his finger because it slid into her tight, virgin hole with ease. Ellie cried out at the sudden, erotic sensation of his entry. She never would have believed so many pleasure centers existed there, where he penetrated her, but could not deny relishing the electric pulses that shot through her.

She was filled to bursting.

Vincents thrusts increased in tempo, his motions bringing his hard dick to rest at the very heart of her, before withdrawing and repeating the process all over again. Her body was wet and dripping for him, easing his way so that they were both soaked with her passion.

But suddenly it wasnt enough. For either of them.

With a low, feral growl Vincent withdrew himself from her entirely and scooped her up into his arms. He took her to the bed nestled deep within the shadows of the room and laid her down upon it. He spread her hair out over the pillow and kissed her deeply, parting her lips with his tongue and delving deeply within. Then he grabbed her ankles with his hands and pushed her knees up onto his chest so that she was fully open and vulnerable to him. He splayed her out before him and nudged his cock into her slit, and then, upon finding her entrance, he plunged to the depths.

Ellie screamed, unable to maintain an ounce of self-control in the face of such a pleasurable assault. She was at his mercy as he pummeled her with his strength, reaching to the unplumbed depths of her, nudging her womb. His weight bore her down into the softness of the bed and he rocked against her, heedless of the sounds their bodies made as they slapped bare flesh to bare flesh.

Instinctively, it seemed, Vincent angled his body in such a way that his erection curved and scraped against that hidden place of pleasure nestled deep within her. Ellie had never been certain such a place existed outside of books, but knew for certain now that it was not myth. A full, heavy sensation filled her and she strained to find that new and mystical threshold with every movement she made. Keening, mewling noises filled the air, torn from her throat by the man who tirelessly thrust into the heart of her.

Vincent released one of her ankles and reached down between them. With his thumb and forefinger he unerringly found the tingling swell of her clit. He used her bodys own moisture to massage her there, plumping and squeezing her bud as though it were a nipple. His cock hit that spot deep within her with a great downward thrust and Ellie came, screaming.

The orgasm was all-consuming, taking her to heights shed never before experienced. Colors danced around in her eyes, blinding her. The very room around them seemed to be illuminated with ever-changing and brilliant hues. Electricity danced through her body, making her skin feel too tightly stretched across her bonesand still Vincent rode her. Through it all he was there with her, as the muscles of her pussy squeezed and pulled at him, effortlessly delaying the moment of his own release.

He fell upon her as she writhed in the throes of her release and popped a ripe nipple into his mouth. His mouth fed at her there, suckling and nibbling her until her clit throbbed and pulsed anew with every motion. After what seemed like hours her orgasm subsided, leaving her weak and spent, and still he thrust tirelessly, sucking on her nipple as he pumped into her.

Vincent pulled away, gentling and slowing the pace of his thrusts as he looked deeply into her eyes. Something in the depths of his gaze unbelievably reawakened her passion. The dark, jeweled jet of his eyes bore down into hers, never wavering, as he slowly slipped in and out of her.

 Youre mine, Ellie. Only mine. From your sweet lips, to your breasts with their adorable pink nipples, to your soft, white belly and down to your luscious, wet pussyits all mine, do you hear me? Every inch of youmine! 

Ellie tried to look away from the hungry, possessive look in his eyes. His words, ragged and impassioned, had shocked her to her very core. A resounding yes! almost escaped her lips before she thought better of itknowing that the moment she uttered such a vow he would never let her recant. But Vincent would not let her look away, and he took her chin in his strong hand to keep her from turning her head. 

Youll admit to the truth of my words soon enough, he vowed.

Ellie refused to say anything. Instead she rose up and sealed her lips to his, finally able to close her eyes against the probing intensity of his gaze. Her tongue dueled with his as he thrust silkily in and out of her welcoming body. Then, with a growl, Vincent rolled them so that she was positioned atop him, riding him like a stallion.

Youre so beautiful, Ellie, he said hoarsely.

He made her feel beautiful as he worshipped her with his eyes, his hands and his body. He made her feel powerful. He made her feel like a woman, through and through, in every way. It was a glorious and heady experience, to be made love to by this man beneath her.

His hands pulled her down, so that he could more easily lavish hot, openmouthed kisses on the swell of her breasts. She rode him, taking him deep within her, as he licked and suckled at first one nipple, then the other. Her clit scraped against his crisp pubic hair, making her shudder with each of her downward strokes. Vincents hands roamed to anchor at the swell of her hips, and he gripped her as she moved upon him. Her vision dimmed and she was lost in the exquisite sensations that racked her body.

Vincent looked up at her as she rocked on him. Hed never beheld a more beautiful vision than that of Ellie riding him, breasts bobbing, lips parted moistly with her head thrown back in her passion. He felt a swell of power within him and was unable to keep it held in check. He felt his magicthat elusive and inexplicable force that lived and breathed within him, allowing him to twist reality into illusionflow from him into her, making her skin glow like a bright beacon in the night.

Ellie gasped and cried out, feeling the force of that power wash through her, though she would never have admitted that it was really magic. Vincent knew that, deep down, she was well aware of the currents that ran between them, but knew, too, that she would fight against that knowledge to the bitter end. To her, magic was but a bag of tricks. It would take more than just the sensation of his power ebbing and flowing between them to make her believe in its existence.

He looked forward to awakening that belief within her.

Vincent felt the rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles begin again. Felt the tight squeezing of her silken flesh close down like a delicate fist around the girth of his cock. He gasped, even as he heard her broken cry of release, and thrust deeply, forcefully into her. He could contain himself no longer. He felt the hot, wet splash of his come and filled her to the brim with his essence. She milked him of every drop, clenching and squeezing him with her vaginal muscles until he thought he would die from the erotic pleasure. He roared his release like a madman and rose up to bury his face in her neck, clutching her to him with desperate hands.

Not if he lived for a thousand years would he ever grow used to the magic of being in her arms. Never would he grow tired of teasing her until that light of challenge lit up her eyes. Never would he tire of hearing her voice, her laughter, of smelling her scent, and tasting her kiss. Vincent knew that he could never live without her again. In fact he wasnt sure hed ever really truly lived at all before finding her.

In that moment he gave his heart to her, and knew that for better or for worse he would never be the same.



Chapter Eleven


 

Ellie awoke to an empty room and a note on Vincents pillow.

 

Ill be back for you at noon. I thought you could use the rest, since its mostly my fault that you didnt get any. Ill be thinking of you.

Vincent

 

Ellie smiled with her passion-swollen lips, remembering just how hed kept her from her rest throughout the night. Even as the sun had blazed in the dawn sky Vincent had positioned her on her hands and knees before him in the bed and taken her from behind. It had been full morning before shed been allowed to sleep, and even then the thickness of Vincents erection had joined them together while theyd rested.

What a delicious night! She stretched lazily, wincing as her thoroughly used muscles gave protest. She felt slightly bruised from head to toethe delicious sensation of a woman well-loved by her man. With a breathless giggle she threw aside the covers and bounced from the bed, reveling in every ache she encountered at the sudden movement. Shed only managed a couple of hours sleep, but she felt more well-rested than if shed slept the whole night through. 

Ellie could smell Vincent all over her skin and breathed deeply. She wanted to capture the masculine essence of him and keep it forever locked within her lungs. She looked down at her body and saw the red marks his whiskers had left behind on her sensitive flesh. Her nipples were swollen and deeply rouged from the countless kisses and love bites theyd received throughout the night. And her cunt was still wet and sticky with his semen, having been filled over and over again as Vincent had tirelessly loved her.

It was almost a shame that she would have to bathe all of him away in her shower. But perhaps tonight they could dirty her up all over again.

She sighed dreamily and made her way to the bathroom.

* * * * *

Not five minutes after shed gotten dressed, there came a knock at her door. Expecting that it was housekeeping, come to check if she needed anything, she went and opened the door.

There was no one there.

Ellie looked around but saw no one standing in the hallway. She was about to turn back in when she caught a glimpse of a box at her feet. With a frown she bent down, picked it up and took it into the room with her. There was no card or shipping receipt on it anywhere, just her name written in large black letters on the top. She looked at it for a long while, a sudden feeling of apprehension washing through her. Telling herself she was being silly, that the package was likely something forwarded from her office, she tore into the plain brown wrapping and opened the box.

Nestled within were dozens of pictures of Vincent from newspaper and magazine clippings. Each picture showed him posing with a different woman. The women were mostly of the tall, statuesque, model varietyfar more beautiful than she. She frowned as she dug through each picture, quickly perusing the articles that were still attached to some of them. They all said the same thingsthat Vincent Darque and his new ladylove were attending a movie premiere, play, or charity event, and that there were rumors of a lasting relationship.

Ellie was no stranger to the oftentimes inaccurate accounts regarding celebrities in the press, especially among the tabloids, but seeing Vincent with so many different women made her heart ache as though it would break. Here was a reminder that she, a bland nobody with little if any polish, had no business getting involved with such a high-profile bachelor like Vincent. Beyond a brief fling, there could be nothing between them. It was an impossible match, one that was destined to leave her hurt and broken, while Vincent went on to bigger and better pursuits.

If she could handle a no-strings-attached affair with the sexy illusionist, the next few nights or weeks couldand no doubt, wouldprove to be amazing ones. But Ellie realized she didnt want to just be another fling for Vincent. She was very close to losing her heart to the man, and she wanted much the same from him. She wanted him to feel more for her than he did for his myriad other women. She wanted him to love her. 

It was hopeless.

Reaching the last of the clippings, Ellie recognized her own face next to Vincents. The picture had been taken the night before, as theyd entered the hotel. It showed Vincents smiling face as he waved to the crowd, with her standing there, quiet and unassuming, at his side. She didnt like the way that picture made her feel. As if she were a faint shadow on the sidelines, with no real substance or purpose. There was no article with this photo, but someone had scrawled a caption above the snapshot that read in bold black letters, Yet another conquest under the magicians spell? How long will this one last? 

The words made her eyes burn from a mixture of anger and hurt. That someone would be so cruel as to send her this! It hurt to know that there was someone out there who wished her ill, but it also opened her eyes a bit, making her see for herself the folly of becoming involved with Vincent. In all probability it was a former, spurned lover of his that had sent her the package in the first place. Did she really want to end up like this woman, bitter and brokenhearted, left to watch the headlines speculate as Vincent moved on to the next pretty face?

No, she didnt. She wouldnt. She would have to end the affairbefore it was too late for her heart to bear. She put the box away from her and went to finish getting ready for the day ahead.

She didnt see it when the box of photos disappeared.

* * * * *

Ellie! You wont believe some of the things Ive seen this morning. I mean, some of this stuff theyre setting up is absolutely incredible! Come look, Jon exclaimed the moment she stepped into the auditorium.

Ellie smiled wanly and went to watch with Jon, as Vincents crew set up lights, sound and backdrops. There was a flurry of activity as everyone moved about, intent on some given task or project. Everything progressed smoothly, like clockwork, and it was more than clear that all of these people were very familiar with their dutieshad in fact probably been doing this for years.

They wont tell me what any of this stuff is for, Jon said at her side. I keep asking questions about this trick or that, but no one really seems to have any information about just how the illusions are performed. It seems that the assistants and the stagehands are just here to see to it that the rigging and setup is safe for the audience. Vincent doesnt really share any secrets about how he does his magic.

Why does it matter how the tricks are performed? she asked, suddenly wondering the same thing herself.

Thats what everyone else keeps saying. But it does matter, dont you see? I would love to know how to do some of this stuff. Anybody would, really.

I thought you were a firm believer in the whole magician keeping his secrets thing. You wouldnt tell any of us how you did your magic tricks at last years Halloween party. You just kept saying it was magic. Now you know how annoying that is. Ellie couldnt help but laugh a little over that.

Well, I only have a few tricks and I had so much fun that I wanted to keep it all secret so I could do it again this year. I love performance art like this. I love to see an amazing trick and wonder to myself just how its done, what it took to pull it off. I had hoped that this would give me an opportunity to see how a real professional creates his illusions. It doesnt look like thats the case, though.

Dont worry about it, Jon. Im sure youll learn a lot on this tour, whether everyones trying to keep things secret or not. Youre bound to figure some of this stuff out.

Just then, Vincent appeared as if from nowhere and began walking toward them. He looked dangerous and sexy in his blue jeans and loose black button-up shirt. Ellie! I didnt think you would make it here before we took our lunch break.

Ellies stomach felt as if butterflies had gone spastic within it. She wondered bleakly if it would always be this way for her when she saw him, and if he felt even a fraction of the same emotions as she. She didnt notice when Jon walked away, leaving them alone together. Nothing existed for her but Vincentand the memory of her morning package. Her temples ached with a sudden, tingling pain.

Well, I got up early and decided not to wait on you, she said quietly.

Is something wrong? You look a little pale, love. He reached for her, to pull her under the shelter of his arm.

Ellie stepped back away from him. Everythings fine. Im just a little tired, I guess.

Vincent frowned. Are you sure?

Yeah. If you dont mind, Im just going to sit out in the audience and watch the proceedings. Im not sure yet how Im going to approach the article Im going to write, but I think Id like to start by seeing how the show is set up.

Sure, if thats what you want, though Id kind of hoped you would want to come around with me backstage. You know, his voice dropped to a sensual timbre, my dressing room is very private. No one would dare interrupt us if we decided to have a private meeting there.

Ellie struggled not to give in to such a tempting offer. No. I dont think that would be very appropriate.

Vincent pulled back as if she had struck him, all tender feelings vanishing from his dark eyes. Something is wrong. What happened between this morning when I left, and now, thats made you pull back from me? 

Nothing. I just dont think its very professional of me to go play hanky-panky with you in your dressing room. Im not some airhead whos just here to be at your beck and call, all right?

His chiseled jaw clenched and Ellie could hear him grind his teeth at her words, but she refused to take them back. Im sorry if you feel thats how Im treating you, Ellie. Ill be more mindful of my advances in the future, he said formally. Ill leave you to your work then. If you need anything, myself or one of my crew will see that you get it. And if you have any questions you have but to ask.

 And if I want to ask how a specific illusion is performed? Will that question be answered or will someone just brush me off as they did poor Jon? 

Vincent gave her a hard, exasperated look and, without answering her, he turned on his heel and walked off. Ellie wanted so much to call him back. To apologize and beg for his forgiveness. But, she reminded herself, that was probably how every woman reacted to him. He probably wasnt used to a woman saying no and sticking to it. She refused to be a statistic with him. So she let him leave her, all the while cursing her traitorous heart as it ached within her breast.

It was going to be a long and painful day.



Chapter Twelve


 

Surprisingly, the day passed by without further confrontations between them.

Ellie spent most of her time watching from the audience, marveling at how quickly and efficiently Vincents crew set up and prepared the stage. Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Vincent as he hurried about the stage, testing various props and just generally overseeing the procedures with his practiced, expert eye. Whenever she saw him, her heart would ache and her breath would catch in her throat, reminding her that she was already far too wrapped up in him.

Not once did he glance in her direction.

It pained her that he could so easily turn his thoughts from her. That he could ignore her so completely. Even knowing he was incensed with her, shed expected him to at least send a glare her way whenever he passed. But he seemed to be ignoring her completely, more interested in the gadgets and techno-gear that littered the stage area. It hurt her far more than it should, considering that it was she who was trying to put some distance between them. 

Late in the afternoon, one of Vincents female assistants came and sat in the seat next to her. Ellie couldnt help but notice how lovely the woman was, how tall and statuesque. It didnt help her current situation to take note of how Vincent always seemed surrounded by lovely ladies.

Im Angelique Hamilton, the woman said in a husky bedroom voice.

Im Ellie Waterhouse.

Yes, I know. Her eyes were hard as diamonds but her voice was warm and welcoming enough. So, how are you enjoying being with our crew so far?

I have to admit that I find it all very interesting. I had no idea so much preparation was crammed into so short a time for every show.

Oh, yes. Weve got our timing down to a science with the setup. We use every last available moment to make sure everything is prepared and working correctly. One small oversight can throw the entire show out of whack and ruin Vincents performance.

Has that ever happened?

No, though there have been some close calls. Vincent is too aware of every nuance of the stage setup to allow for any mistakes.

Yes, I can see that. Hes been at it all day, running from one end of the stadium to the other.

Angelique turned and gave her a long, assessing look. It unsettled Ellie, but only for a moment. Then Angelique smiled warmly and chuckled. You do like him. 

Yes. Doesnt everyone?

 Yesbut you like him. Dont deny it. 

Okay, I wont deny it. I like him, Ellie grumbled.

I can tell by the tone of your voice that youre not at all happy about that, Angelique said with a small, concerned frown, eyes glittering.

 Well What was it that made women able to open up and confide in one anothereven if they were relative strangers? I have to admit that Im not completely comfortable with the idea. Vincent is a known womanizer. I dont want to get involved with a man whos so used to having a different woman on his arm each night. 

From the looks of things, youre already involved with him. But let me tell you something that not everyone knows. Vincent isnt always involved, per se, with the ladies he escorts. The press always blows things like that out of proportion. No offense, Angelique rushed to say.

None taken.

I guess what Im trying to say is that you dont need to worry about Vincents interest being fickle. Hes an amazing guy, with some pretty amazing talentsbut hes got feelings, too, just like everyone else.

So are you warning me away from him, or are you trying to hook me up with him?

A little of both, I guess. Angelique laughed at herself, then. We all love Vincent. We protect him when we can because hes not like the rest of ushes something far betterwe all know it. Ill tell you one thing, though, and its that Ive never seen him more interested in another woman as he so obviously is in you. I mean, he went to Atlanta and talked your boss into letting you and Jon come with us on this tour, for goodness sake. Vincents never invited an outsider along during a tour. Its unheard of! And the way he looks at you Its enough to make any womans knees turn to butter.

Ellie had to agree with her about that. Her knees turned to butter just imagining it.

I can see that not everything is perfect in paradise and that youre still uncertain with how you feel about him. If youre not in love with him, please, I beg of you, dont get involved with him further. It will only bring you both pain in the end. Dont lead him on because you think thats what hes going to do to you.

Im not like that. Im trying to put some distance between us now because I dont want either of us to be hurt. Things have progressed between us faster than Im used to. Im trying to slow us down a bit.

Good luck in doing that, Ellie. Vincents the type of man that, when interested in something, will jump in with both feet. I doubt hell let you backpedal now that youve come this far. Just remember that hes not the woman-chasing bachelor the tabloids have labeled him. Give him a chance before you misjudge him or his intentions toward you.

Ill try my best, Ellie promised.

Thats all any of us can do, Angelique said with a smile. Im glad youre with us, Ellie. She rose and left Ellie to her thoughts, leaving a faint trail of soft perfume in her wake.

* * * * *

That night, one hour before the curtain rose and the show began, Vincent cornered Ellie backstage.

Please tell me whats wrong, so I can fix it, he said, backing her up against the wall with the advancing closeness of his body.

Nothings wrong, really. I just she faltered, looking up into his night-black eyes.

Something Ive done has angered you. Why else would you be pulling away from me right now? He reached out and trailed his fingers gently against her cheek.

Its just come to my attention that things are moving a little too fast between us. We hardly know each other. If were going to spend the next few weeks in each others company comfortably we need to distance ourselves just a bit.

 Why? he asked, incredulous. I agree that we need to grow to know one another betterIm looking forward to learning more and more about youbut how will we do that by pulling away from each other? What about last nightthe chemistry and passion that blazed between usdidnt last night mean anything to you? 

Ellie fought against the burn of tears and had to speak around the lump in her throat. Of course last night meant something to me. But what if you get tired of me, Vincent? I couldnt bear to let myself get further involved with you and have you turn from me as soon as a prettier face came alongand it will. Im no great catch. Not when compared to all the other gorgeous women who are clamoring to get you. I just need more time to

To what? What can you gain by pushing me away like this? And all this talk of other women, where the hell is that coming from? Im not interested in any other women. Just you.

For now. For now youre only interested in me. But what happens tonight when all the women in the audience scream for you? Will you remember that you want me then?

Ellie, youre being irrational.

 No, Im not! You picked me out of the audience. Who will you pick out of the audience tonight? 

Vincent growled and took her upper arm in a tight grip, dragging her without ceremony to his dressing room. He pushed her into it, followed her inside and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it. Im only going to say this to you once and then Im going to let the matter drop. Ive never picked up a woman in the audienceonly you. Im not interested in any woman, save your stubborn self. Youre what I want. And I wont let you pull away from me, not after last night.

You cant keep me from it.

I can and I will. You want me, you cant deny it. Youre panting with wanting me, and Im certain youre already soaking your panties through. You want my cock any way you can get it. And Im about to give it to you the way youve been asking for it all day.

 I have not been asking for it all day, she screeched, indignant. 

 Youve been eating me up with your eyes all day, dont think I havent noticed. Youve made yourself sick with need by pushing me away, denying both of us. Look at you. Youre trembling! You want me, he pushed ruthlessly. 

 Yes, I do want you! But Im not going to be just another fling to you. I cant and I wont let you hurt me. 

 Oh, Ellie. Vincent stalked toward her, caging her against a small sofa situated in a corner of the room. Why cant you just take a chance and trust that I would never, ever, willingly hurt you? If you gave yourself to me freely, I promise that I would cherish you as no other woman has been cherished before. I would give you the world on a silver platter, if you would but let me. He reached her at last and his hands shot out to spear themselves deeply in her hair. He jerked her to him with a barely suppressed violence. I would show you the very limits of passion, stretch you out and love you until you were mindless and crazed, if you would but give yourself to me. 

His lips slanted down on hers, hot and hard. He kissed her with all the pent-up passion hed held in check throughout the day, clearly seeking to dominate and possess her fully. Ellie was swamped with need for him, with wanting him. His taste filled her mouth, drowning out any protests she might have made, making her moan with the force of her own longing for him. She went limp and weak against him, in thrall to the pleasure that flooded through her as he kissed her.

He fed at her mouth as though starved for it. His lips, teeth and tongue caressed her until her lips were swollen and wet. He groaned brokenly, helplessly, and deepened the embrace, delving his tongue into the hot recesses of her mouth, meshing his lips and teeth tightly to hers. His hands clutched at her hair, using it to turn her head this way or that to suit the changing and deepening nuances of his kiss. Ellie moaned and rubbed her tongue along his, reveling in the texture and flavor of him. Her hands clutched into fists at his chest, then rose to lock themselves about his neck.

Suddenly, he broke away and whirled her around. He unfastened her pants from behind and tugged them down to her ankles. His fingers immediately zeroed in on her clit through her panties, stroking her expertly.

I knew you would be wet and dripping for me. Youre always wet for me, ready for me, he bit out in a rough voice next to her ear.

Ellie moaned and undulated against his hand. She was already beyond words, so swept up in her passionher needfor this man. Vincent pushed her over the arm of the sofa and roughly tore her panties off of her body. The ripping sound of the fabric spurred them both on, and when Ellie was bare from the waist down he slapped and squeezed the round flesh of her ass.

God, youre so fucking sexy. Your pussy is swollen and pink and dripping wet for me. He thrust two fingers deeply into her, twisting and turning them so that she felt split wide, burning and stretched with just that small penetration. I love the way you feel, Ellie. Like tight, wet velvet.

Then, unbelievably, Ellie felt his hands withdraw, heard the wet sucking of her body as he left her empty and bereft. Vincents fingers, wet with her juices, moved up and gently prodded her anus. Ellie writhed, fighting against this new caress, but Vincent held her down with one hand splayed on her back.

Youll like this, Ellie. Trust me just this little bit. His fingers cleared the tight rim of her asshole and slipped inside. Gently, but inexorably, he pushed his fingers deep into her, stretching her, filling her, until she was wriggling and crying out beneath the penetration. Nerve endings shed never guessed she had came to screaming, tingling life. She no longer fought against him now, instead she moved backwards, thrusting his fingers even more deeply into her, seeking more of the sweet torment. She cried out with the sinful pleasure of it.

Youre so fucking tight. Every hole in your sweet body is tight, it makes me ache just to think about it. His hands moved to the fastenings of his own jeans. A second more and his erection nudged, hot and heavy, against the dripping flesh of her cunt.

Should I deny you the use of my cock, Ellie? You said you wanted some distance between us, perhaps I should save this erection for someone who wants it.

Dont you dare, she cried.

But according to you, Im just a piece of meat who will fuck any woman who shows an interest. Isnt that what you think of me? Perhaps its because you dont want me to fill you, you dont want me to love you this way. He thrust his fingers in and out of her ass as he spoke, twisting her body on a rack of tormented pleasure.

 No, please. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me, she moaned and wriggled back against him. His cock, so thick and long and there, butted against her hole deliciously, teasingly, and then he pulled it away. Noooo, she wailed. 

What do you want from me, Ellie?

I want you to fuck me, she said, shamelessly.

Thats the wrong answer, he growled, nudging against her with his erection once more.

II dont know what you want me to say, she cried.

Say, I want you to love me, Vincent, he commanded.

III want you to love me, Vincent. Her voice was breathless, desperate.

Say it again. The head of his cock slipped into her wet heat, just a little.

I want you to love me, Vincent.

Louder.

 I want you to love me, Vincent! 

She screamed as he filled her, thrusting deep, all the way to the hilt. His balls came to rest against her, his cock stretched her full to bursting, and his fingers filled the sensitive crevice of her ass.

Shed never felt so splayed open. So dominated.

Vincent began to ride her, roughly and deeply. Her breasts bounced heavily in her bra from the force of his thrusts. She received him, welcomed him, growing impossibly wetter as he speared his cock and fingers into her over and over again. Ellie cried out and he put the fingers of his other hand in her mouth. She eagerly sucked on them as he rode her, desperate for the taste of him. Her every orifice was filled with him and still she wanted more. 

Ellie felt a pulse of tingling, electric heat race from his body to hers. Colored lights danced behind her eyes, staining her vision, making her dizzy. Another pulse and another great thrust of his bodyand she was soaring. She came hard, clamping down on the hard flesh of his cock, and on the still-thrusting fingers of his hand into her anus. She discovered heights shed never before even dreamed about and a hot, liquid warmth gushed from deep within her, over Vincents member, and onto her quivering thighs.

What seemed like hours later to her, she regained her senses, aware that she had fallen limply over the couch, heedless that her body was open and vulnerable to Vincents gaze. He had pulled out of her and bent down behind her. She felt his tongue lap at her juices, felt him lick away every last drop of her creamy orgasm. Then he pulled away and walked about the room, his thick, blood-filled erection bobbing with his movements, as he made to dress for the show. It was then that Ellie realized he hadnt found his own release.

She was too tired, too spent to move, so she said groggily, You didnt come.

Vincent declined to answer for long, tense moments. Then when he was dressed he came to stand behind her once more. He bent and kissed the cheek of one buttock then pulled away. He walked to the door then paused before exiting. Finally he said, I wont fill you up with my come until you admit that youre my woman. Mine. And that Im your man. 

Ellie was speechless as he left the room, closing the door shut softly behind him as he went.



Chapter Thirteen


 

After the show that night there was a party in the hotel ballroom for Vincent and his entourage. A toast was given wishing Vincent good luck on his American tour, to which he responded gallantly. Then he, in turn, proposed a toast to Ellie and Jon.

Vincent astounded onlookers by pouring champagne into a glass by holding the champagne flute over the bottle, upside down, as the liquid defied gravity and rose up to fill the glass. With a flourish he offered the glass to Ellie, replacing her empty one, and saluted her with his own. To the next three weeks, and hopefully a review worthy of all this trouble.

Ellie glared at him. He merely chuckled, though the sound was dark and far from good-humored, and drained his glass.

Suddenly, it seemed his attention was diverted to someone just beyond her shoulder. She turned to see who or what he was looking at and saw Jon talking to a beautiful, statuesque redhead across the room. Jon was his usual animated self, smiling and nodding enthusiastically at whatever the woman was saying.

Jon caught her watching them and waved enthusiastically. Ellie, Vincent! I want you to meet someone. Ellie felt Vincents sudden tensing at his greeting and wondered why he was behaving so strangely. Without waiting for him she walked over to join Jon and his partner.

 Ellie, this is Marisol. Marisol, Ellie Waterhouse. Shes my colleague from EntertainMe magazine, the one Ive been telling you about. 

Hello, Ellie. Are you enjoying the tour so far? Marisols voice was a sexy purr.

Yeah, its been fine, Ellie said, shaking the other womans soft, slender hand.

Only fine? I would have thought you were having a wonderful time. Who in the press wouldnt? Its not often that Vincent will grant access to outsiders, much less give them free rein for three weeks. Jon here tells me hes thrilled with this little project.

Oh, were having a blast, arent we, Ellie? Dont mind her, shes always playing down on her excitement and pretending to be a bored cynic, Jon continued in a stage murmur to Marisol, who laughed prettily.

Unfortunately, not all of us can be as enthusiastic and unreserved as you, Jon, Vincent said as he came up behind Ellie.

Hello, Vincent, murmured Marisol in her sexy, bedroom voice.

Hello, Mari. What brings you here tonight?

Ellie tried not to wince upon hearing how familiar Vincent was with the womans name.

The usual, of course. Brilliant, handsome men and their brilliant conversation. She sipped daintily from her champagne flute and Ellie wanted to smash her fist into the womans crimson, cupids bow lips.

Jon looked fit to swoon as he watched Marisol swallow the beverage.

I thought youd moved to San Diego, Vincent murmured.

Well, Im in town on business and just thought Id stop by. Im glad I did, too. Its good to see you again, Vincent. Tonights show was quite possibly one of your best.

Thank you, Mari. Vincent turned then to Ellie, who was quietly simmering on the sidelines. He sent her an apologetic look. If youll excuse us, love, I think Mari and I will take this opportunity to do some catching up. Jon. He nodded to the other man.

Without preliminaries, Vincent took Marisols arm in his hand and led her out of the ballroom. Ellie cringed to hear the woman exclaim, Vincent. Youre such a beast! I was talking to those lovely people, what must they think? The rest of her words were cut off as they disappeared into the crowd of people.

Well, that was certainly rude of Vincent, Jon griped, looking as though hed just had his favorite toy taken away from him. I do hope she comes back soon, we were having a fascinating conversation about magic.

Ellie gritted her teeth and murmured something noncommittal in reply. Jon sent her an apologetic glance and went to find more champagne. Ellie barely noticed that hed left. Her heart burned in her chest as she tried to imagine just what kind of catching up Vincent and Mari had to do. No doubt it involved having Marisol put her pouting lips to good use.

One thing was for certainEllie was glad shed decided to pull away from Vincent and their budding relationship. No matter how hurt she was now to see him leave the party with another woman, it couldnt compare to the hurt she would have been feeling had she let things progress any further between them. It was better that things end in this way, with the glaring reminder that Vincent was a confirmed bachelora ladies man. And nothing would change that.

With an ache beginning at her temples, Ellie turned and made her way up to her room, hoping all the while that Vincent would have the decency to bed the lovely Marisol in another suite.

* * * * *

It wasnt until well after midnight that Vincent returned to their suite, looking tired and disheveled. Ellie refused to speak to him, to even look at him, as she went about packing her clothes. They would be leaving on their way to another city within the next two hours.

Several long minutes passed before Vincent heaved a great sigh and spoke to her. Im sorry about that, Ellie. I know it didnt look good, especially after our argument earlier, but I assure you that this is not what it seems.

Ellie remained stoically silent, ignoring him.

Marisol used to work for me, used to tour with the groupwas one of my assistants on stage, actually. It was really weird to see her here tonight. We didnt exactly part ways happily, and I wanted to get her out of the ballroom before she made any kind of a scene.

Ellie couldnt keep silent any longer. You were gone an awfully long time. Where did you escort her? To her room, Im sure, she spat out.

I told you that its not what you think. I escorted her to her room, yes, and then I escorted her out of the hotel. She left for San Diego just moments ago.

Its none of my business what you were doing, Vincent. Im sorry I snapped at you. Ellie moved about the room, gathering her suitcases.

It is every bit your business! Why are you being like this? Youre acting so cold. I swear that nothing happened between Marisol and I while I was away.

You dont owe me any excuses, Vincent. But before I drop the subject I do want to know one thingwere you involved with her before? When she toured with your group?

 Yessort of. But not like I am with you, he hastened to add. Whats between you and me is as different as night and day from any other woman in my past. Mari and I dated just a bit, off and on, while she was with us. It led to nothingless than nothing. She and I just didnt suit. 

I see. So why the need to catch up on things, with her? Why did you leave me standing in that ballroom while you left with another woman? Didnt you think how bad that would make me feel? Everyone in your troupe knows we spent last night together, and to see you leaving on the arm of someone elsemade me feel humiliated in front of them. Jon could barely look me in the eye after youd left.

 I cant speak for Jon, but everyone in my group knows why I escorted Mari from the party. They didnt for a second think I was leaving you to go off on an assignation with herbelieve me. I know I hurt your feelings, and Im sorry for that, but I had to get her out of there before she caused trouble. Shes not stable, that woman. 

Thank you for apologizing and for explaining, not that its really any of my business. I have no right to question your motives with other women

 How can you say that soso nonchalantly? he interjected. 

Vincent, you need to pack your things. Angelique tells me were leaving at two for the airport. You need to be ready. Im going down to the lobby to take a ride with everyone on the shuttle. Ill see you on the plane.

Ellie, wait! Im not finished talking to you

Ellie grabbed her luggage and raced from the room. It took all her self-control to keep from glancing back as she heard Vincents growl of frustration and anger. But she left without pause, eyes swimming with tears as she walked to the elevator.

She cried all the way down to the lobby.



Chapter Fourteen


 

Ellie curled up in one of the plush chairs on Vincents private jet and fell asleep, tired after her stressful day, only to awaken on Vincents bed just as he was laying her down upon it.

Youll be more comfortable here, he whispered before leaving her, pulling the curtain to afford her some privacy. She was too tired to argue, and fell almost immediately back to sleep.

She dreamed of him. Long, dark, delicious dreams in which Vincent held her down and loved her until she screamed with the pleasure. Even in sleep, it seemed, she could not escape her infatuation with him.

All too soon, Vincent gently shook her awake, and Ellie felt as if she hadnt slept a wink. Her body ached and pulled, a constant reminder of the hard, erotic feel of Vincent moving between her legs. Where earlier in the day the pains had made her feel wanton, well-loved, they now made her feel empty and lonely. Their party disembarked from the jet and made its way to the hotel where they would be staying. Everyone seemed to be affected by the undercurrents between Ellie and Vincent, and all remained silent as they rode in the limo that had been hired to carry them safely from the airport.

They made it into the hotel without much fanfare, as the stop in this city had been an unannounced one. Ellie wasnt sure what city they were in and was too tired to remember if shed even been told. Their party checked in at the reception counter, trudged up to the elevator and made their way to the floor of suites that had been reserved for them. Vincent handed out everyones card keys, except for Ellies, and all too soon she was left alone with him, once again in the hallway of a strange hotel.

Only this time, Ellie refused to share a room with him.

Vincent seemed inclined to overlook their earlier argument. He gave her a long, assessing look and spoke in a deceptively light voice, I need a shower and a shave, but our luggage is already in our room, so you can make yourself comfy while I get cleaned up.

Id like my own room please, she said firmly.

Vincent gave a long-suffering sigh. Why?

Ellie heaved her own sigh. Because Im not really happy with you right now. And also because Im reminded that Im here on business and it would be inappropriate for me to stay in your room.

Please dont be angry with me. Ive already explained and apologized for my earlier behavior. As for the otherwho cares about whats appropriate?

Im not really angry anymore, Im justupset a little. And I care about whats appropriateat least where my job is concerned. And I think there just needs to be some kind of structure between us.

 Why? he asked again. 

Because there just does, okay? Look, she continued, seeing he wasnt going to let the matter drop. Your earlier actions aside, what if you decide to have a fling with another woman while were on this tour? How do you think Im going to feel when the others see that Im suddenly sleeping in my own room after spending a few nights in yours?

Is that what you think? That I will grow bored and just toss you aside when the urge strikes me? he asked incredulously.

Well, yes. At least, that is, until you looked at me just now and got all indignant. She heaved a great sigh. I know you can have your pick of any women who come along. I just want to make it easier for both of us to cope with that situation when it arises.

 You want to make it easier for me to sleep with other women? he yelled. 

Lower your voice, Vincent. I dont want everyone in this hotel to know were having this conversation.

I cant believe were actually having it at all.

Look, just give me my own room, okay?

Vincent looked at her long and hard, clearly battling within himself, wanting to say more to her. Finally, he nodded his head sharply and gave her one of the card keys in his hand. Fine. Have your own room if it makes you happy. But dont think that it will keep you from me. I told you earlier that there would be no going back for us and I meant it.

You dont own me, Vincent. Im my own person.

Vincent pursed his lips, turned on his heel, and left her there. She heard the door to his room open and slam shut. With a wince, she went to the room number assigned on her card key, opened the door and went inside. She sighed and leaned heavily against the door. A knock sounded at her ear and she turned to open the door. Vincent pushed a cart of her luggage into the room and without a word turned to go back down the hall.

Vincent! she called out after him.

He paused but didnt turn around to face her. Yes?

I dont know why youre so upset over this. I thought it would be all right with you, that this would make things easier between us.

Vincent did turn to her then, an enigmatic look etched on his chiseled face. Thats what upsets me the most about this, Ellie.

What do you mean?

When you have the answer to that question, Im in room 1028. With that he turned and left her.

She scowled and slammed the door shut after him.

Ellie paced the room for nearly twenty minutes before she was calm enough to think rationally. She sat down on the bed, wincing as the tender muscles between her thighs protested her movements. The reminder of the passion spent between her and Vincent made her insides grow weak.

He was a truly exceptionally lover.

That thought led to another, and another, and soon she was wondering why the hell she was spending her night alone in a strange hotel room when the object of her yearnings was just down the hall, waiting for her. She tried to remind herself that she was there in a business capacity, that she was there to study and review Vincent Darques tour, and that being involved in an affair with the man could very well compromise the quality and validity of her work. She tried to remember how it had felt to see Vincent leaving the party with the busty redhead, Mari, tried to remind herself that a relationship with him would always hold the risk of his leaving her for a new and prettier face.

And, she reminded herself, he was a gorgeous man who could break her heart at any moment if she wasnt careful. Ellie groaned. Shed known it would be dangerous to let Vincent get under her skin like this. A few tastes of the pleasure to be had in his arms just wasnt enough for herit would never be enough. She gritted her teeth, knowing she was fighting a losing battle.

She was losing her heart to him, if it hadnt been lost already. God, the very thought terrified her. Shed never been in love, had never really given it much thought. Until recently, shed almost believed that love was an illusionmuch like magic, there to tempt and trick the unsuspecting. But not for people like her, who were too grounded in reality.

Had she fallen in love with Vincent? Was it possible?

She thought back to the wounded look on his face when shed so coldly told him she wanted her own room and her heart began to ache. Was it possible that shed misjudged him, labeling him a ladies man? Had she wronged him by not listening to his earlier explanations regarding Marisol? And, all these questions aside, even if he was a ladies man, wasnt it possible that he could change? In her mind she saw all the press clippings shed looked through, pictures of Vincent with gorgeous, statuesque ladies on his arm, and her heart constricted painfully.

She did love him. Her heart was filled with the newfound emotion, bringing tears to her eyes. Shed gone and fallen in love with the magic man. There was no going back for her now. No way of changing how she felt about him. 

So what if he was a player? she thought suddenly to herself. Hed made the first move between them, pursuing her all the way to Atlanta to secure her place by his side. Hed come to her home, seduced and made love to her. He was the one angered that she refused to join him tonight in his bed. Quite obviously, he didnt care that she was a plain Jane, a nobody compared to his usual conquests. Just this once, she wanted to let go of her rigid self-control and just live in the moment. Who cared what tomorrow might bringit was tonight that was important. 

With a growled expletive, Ellie rose from the bed and headed for room 1028 and the man that awaited her within.

* * * * *

Vincent opened the door after her first knock. He was quite obviously fresh from his shower, with wet hair dripping into his face and neck and silk pajama bottoms perched precariously on his trim hips.

Yes, Ellie? His voice was like dark chocolate. Positively sinful.

Ive given this matter a lot of thought, she began.

Yes. And?

Ive decided that Im not going to make this easy for you.

Youre not?

No. Definitely not.

So youre agreeing to stay here, in my room with me, tonight?

Yes. If youll have me after the way I treated you. Youve been nothing but nice to me, truly good to me, and Ive been unfair to you every step of the way. Im sorry for that.

And if I decide to invite another woman into my bed during this tour?

Ellie sucked in her breath and said the first thing that sprang into her mind at his words. Ill beat the snot out of you and send her packing. Im not going to let you go without a fight.

Vincent smiled, teeth flashing. Thats my girl, he laughed and swung her up into his arms. He twirled her about and set her down inside his room. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, sealing them away from the outside world.

Ellie turned her head and gasped, eyes bulging at the scene that unfolded before her.

 Goodness, she breathed in awe. 

The interior of his room was massive and decorated like a pashas palace. Richly hued velvets and silks hung from the walls, pillows were scattered across the floor, and a massive water fountain stood in the center of the room. Ellie knew that their surroundings were clearly an elaborate illusion, but it was breathtakingly realistic all the same.

Despite the lush extravagance that covered every inch of the room, Ellies eyes were drawn most strongly to the water fountain. She was stunned to notice that instead of flowing down, the water flowed up, creating a ceiling of water that stretched across the entirety of the room. It was amazing, it was breathtaking, and Ellie realized that it was an impossibilityeven with the aid of modern technology and special effects. 

She looked at Vincent, knowing her eyes were wild as her thoughts continued to race.

So did you get extra towels in your room, too? he asked with a laugh and a wink.

H-howhow is this p-possible? she stuttered.

All things are possible, Ellie.

But I dont believe in magic, she cried.

That doesnt mean it isnt real.

How can you be doing all of this? What are you?

A man, Ellie. Just a man. Nothing more or less than that, I promise. He reached for her, pulling her into the circle of his arms.

I dont understand how this can be real. I cant believe this is possible. She trembled in his arms.

Would you like for me to make it all disappear?

 No. Yes. I dont know, she rambled. 

Are you afraid, Ellie?

Im absolutely terrified.

Nothing has changed, love. The world is still the same one from a few days ago. You just see a little more clearly now. Thats all.

I dont want to see more clearly. This is crazyall of this Its just crazy.

Does knowing that I have the power to do all of this change your feelings for me in any way? Does it make you want me any less?

She thought for a long moment then smiled, knowing her lips were trembling with excitement and shock. No, it doesnt. I dont think anything could make me want you less. I want you more than anything.

 Then nothing else matters. Nothing, but this, he said, moving in to seal his lips to hers. 

Ellie clutched him to her, feeling his kiss all the way down to her toes. His lips were so soft, so sensual and erotic in their movements against hers. The way he kissed her made her forget any doubts she had about where his affections lay, made her sad that shed misjudged him so harshly. He kissed her as if she were the answer to every question hed ever asked. As if he never wanted to stop.

Ellie wanted to show him that she felt the same deep emotions for him. She loved him and wanted him to know it. Even if it made her vulnerable to him, she wanted this joining between them to be filled with the strength of her love. Whether he loved her or not, it didnt matter just now. She had enough love for both of them tonight. It would have to be enough.

Pulling away, she trailed her lips down the strong angle of his jaw to his throat, where she nuzzled and breathed deeply of his masculine fragrance. Vincent growled and pulled her tightly against him before letting her continue her exploration. She ran her hands over the hard ridge of his chest, feeling his nipples peak beneath her fingertips. With nipping, nibbling kisses she moved down from his throat to his nipple, where she licked him with a dainty flick of her tongue. If Vincents gasp was any indication of his pleasure at such a caress, then he liked her ministrations very much indeed. Ellie brought her teeth into play against him, lightly and gently closing them around his nipple. Then she moved on to the other one and visited the same attention on it as she had the first.

The rigid planes of his stomach jerked, drawing her attention and her kisses. She delved her tongue into the small recess of his navel, causing him to shudder, and she marveled that she could have such an effect on him. The hard jut of his erection butted up against her chin and she rubbed her face against him, like a cat, almost purring as she felt the fierce evidence of his arousal for her. The look, feel and taste of him were burned forever into her mind, and if she lived to be a hundred she would never forget the way he made her feel.

Ellie pressed a kiss to the crown of his sex and he jerked her to her feet with a low, hungry growl. I cant take that just now, love, he said with a shaky laugh.

He led her through the vast, wondrous room, to a bed nestled beneath the ceiling of pooled water. It was covered with thick linens, pillows and silks. It was white one moment then red the next, and Ellie was suddenly reminded of the roses he had sent her after their first meeting.

You made my roses change color. It was you that made them switch from white to red and back again. I thought I had imagined it

Vincent only smiled at her in response. He waved his hand and the bed changed to a deep, royal blue. This color will complement you best tonight, I think, he whispered seductively, shamelessly proving his power to her. Another wave and rose petals, stained a deep, luscious crimson, washed down over the bed, out of thin air.

 Showoff, she teased, though her voice was breathless with her rising excitement. That he could do such things! That he would do such things for her. It made her knees weak puddles and made her heart swell with love. The man was truly amazing. 

The shower of rose petals did not abate as he laid her gently back against the bed. He slowly began to peel off her clothes and Ellie couldnt help but joke, Why dont you use your magic to take my clothes off?

Vincent laughed softly. You have a car, do you use it to drive the few short feet to your mailbox? No. Its the same for this. Sometimes its just easier to do things the old-fashioned way, without the use of magic.

Could you do it if you wanted? she asked.

Probably, though my talents are most easily used through the construction of illusionsthe manipulation of reality and peoples perceptions of it.

Is it real, this magic?

Define real. You can see and feel anything and everything thats around you. The water from the fountains would be wet and quench your thirst. These rose petals would feel soft in your hands and smell sweet. In this moment, they are real. Thats all that matters. Thats all that should ever matter.

As the rose petals rained down on them he bent to her and kissed her softly. A few moments later she was nude beneath him and his hands roved freely over her skin, stroking over her from head to toe. Vincent grabbed a handful of petals in his black-tipped fingers and used them to stroke down over her from her throat to her breasts, over the soft swell of her stomach, and even in-between her thighs. Ellies heart beat a wild staccato within her chest and she arched and sighed beneath his soft caresses. Soon her thighs were quivering with the force of her desire and she was clutching him to her desperately.

Vincent spread her thighs wide with a hand beneath each of her knees. He pushed her knees up as far as they could comfortably go and looked down at her with blazing eyes. He leaned down and blew against the wet flesh of her labia, and the sight of his head bending to her thusly made her cry out with her rising excitement. She saw his tongue leave his lips, reaching for her, a scant moment before he licked the seam of her sex. He slurped her flesh into his mouth and slowly, softly, suckled upon her. He buried his face a little more deeply against her and lapped at her wet heat, delving deep into her slit so that she undulated and swayed against him, battling to get even closer to his mouth.

Ellie bucked and moved against him, moaning softly. His mouth moved up and he touched his lips to her clit. She came then, softly against his mouth, and he lapped at the juices that flooded down with her release. He pulled back after she had spent herself, and removed his pajama bottoms. He wore nothing beneath it, so his erection jutted out strongly as his clothing fell to the floor. He was gloriously naked and on display before her, and she licked her lips, eager for what was to come next.

There was a sea of petals on the bed now as he came down upon her, washing them in the scent and feel of the soft flowers. He slowly lowered his weight onto hers, a graceful and erotic movement of his hips and he was inside of her. Deep inside, filling all the empty spaces of her life. She was wet and he slipped easily to the very heart of her. Then with agonizingly slow movements he began to thrust in and out of her welcoming body, withdrawing until hed almost left her before filling her again with his hot, rigid flesh.

They rocked against each other, taking the time to enjoy the exquisite sensations that raced between them. Ellie looked up and saw that the shower of petals had stopped somewhere along the way. Vincents face was almost brutal in its raw sexuality. A lock of thick, dark hair fell over his eyes, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow. Ellie could feel his body begin to tighten against hers as he fought to keep his pace steady and leisurely.

She brought her legs up to lock her ankles about the small of his back. The muscles of his buttocks tightened and loosened beneath her heels, in time with his thrusts. Vincents dark eyes bore into hers, never wavering as he loved her. Ellie felt as if he were invading her soul as well as her body. She was laid bare before him, vulnerable, and no secrets were left between them.

 I love you, she breathed unintentionally. She almost wanted to take the words back, but knew it wouldnt matter. She did love him. She wanted him to know it, too. 

Oh, Ellie, he moaned raggedly. Ive waited so longtoo longto hear you say that. He kissed her then, deeply and possessively, while he continued his long, slow thrusts. Ive loved you since the moment I picked you out of the audience the other night and you called me a charlatan, with that light of stubborn challenge in your eyes. It feels like Ive loved you forever, he murmured against her mouth, kissing her softly, sweetly, between every few words.

Im sorry I was so unfair to youabout everything, she whispered into his mouth.

No, dont be. Youre the most stubborn woman Ive ever metI knew you would be from the first. Youve led me on a merry chase, dear Ellie, but I love you even more for it.

Vincents body bore her down into the bed as he rocked upon her. He increased the force, but not the pace of his leisurely thrusts, reaching to the deepest core of her. A shiver of electric heat flowed from his body to hers and she gasped.

Did you feel that? he asked.

Y-yes, she moaned, in thrall to the pleasure of it.

Feel it again, he breathed and another shiver raced from his body straight into hers.

What is that? she cried.

It is but a taste of the power Im going to share with you tonight, he said, turning them so that she rode atop him while he lay back amongst the rose petals on the softness of the bed.

Vincents cock penetrated her ever more deeply at this angle, and she gasped in surprise at his swift repositioning of them. She braced her hands on the hard planes of his chest and undulated against him, taking him ever more deeply into her welcoming body. The dark fire of Vincents eyes positively burned her as she swayed seductively on him. His hands clutched and gripped at her waist, guiding her with a domineering strength. He arched and thrust beneath her, filling her with her every downward stroke, and his motions were the most graceful and sexy Ellie had ever witnessed. She closed her eyes against the powerful vision of him moving between her thighs and let her head fall limply back on her shoulders as she savored every nuance of her erotic ride.

Vincent pulled her down and took a nipple into his mouth. He licked and suckled her, then rolled the hard kernel of her nipple gently between his strong teeth. With one hand he reached up to plump her flesh more fully against his face as he rooted against her. Ellie bucked against him, feeling the pull and tug of his mouth all the way through her body. She cried out, feeling her body tighten in anticipation of another release.

Ellie moved, undulating but a few more times, and then in a fluid, easy motion Vincent sat up so that they faced each other as he filled her. He brought her more closely against him with his hands splayed upon her back, one hand low to help guide the motion of her hips against him. Their bodies touched from the chest down, and he took her mouth with his once more, so that no space, however small, was left between them. Ellie clutched him to her with desperate hands, holding him tight and moaning her passion into the soft, wet warmth of his mouth.

The pressure within them built, making their skin feel as though it was stretched too tightly across their bones. A burst of power rose from him and into her and she cried out. Another burst, then anotherand the two came apart simultaneously. Her body clamped down on his with a desperate, trembling caress, and his hot, thick cream splashed against the milking mouth of her womb. Their cries washed down each others throats as they found completion, binding them ever more tightly together. The pulses of their release went on for what seemed like forever, and they were helpless as they rode the endless waves of pleasure.

Ellie fell weakly against him as she came down from the heavens. He caught her to him with arms that seemed even stronger than they had but moments ago. He worshipped her with his mouth and with the tender stroking of his hands down her back. Their heavy, harsh breathing subsided and calmed. Then, unbelievably, Ellie felt him swell within her again, growing harder and thicker, filling her full to bursting.

He began moving within her again, his way eased even more now by the mixture of their silky love juices. The wet, sucking sounds her pussy made on his cock as he thrust and withdrew from her made her quickly regain the strength to climb that ridge of heated desire again. She moaned and thrust to meet him, bucking against the thick, strong swell of him.

Vincent laughed. Were just getting started, love, he promised in a dark, dangerously sexy voice. Ellie almost swooned, hoping she could find the stamina to match him and his appetites.

It was a long, wondrous night for both of them.



Chapter Fifteen


 

A pounding on the door awoke the two lovers. Their bodies were still entwined, with his semi-flaccid member filling her passion-bruised sex. They both moaned softly as he withdrew from her, the movement bringing their already over-sensitized nerve endings to delicious, screaming life. Vincent rose from the bed, donned his pajama bottoms and went to answer the door.

The room suddenly reverted back to its normal state. Ellie gasped as their decadent, rose-filled bower disappeared, to be replaced by a king-sized four-poster bed with cream linens. She supposed Vincent had dropped the illusion in case someone from the hotel was waiting on the other side of the door. It wouldnt do to have a worker spreading rumors about the place, she guessed. The soft click of the door sounded as Vincent opened it, and Ellie heard the hurried murmur that followed.

Ellie rolled over and closed her eyes, exhausted after the long night spent in Vincents bed. She had just managed to doze off to sleep when he appeared at her side with a long, silk robe in his hand.

Its for you, Ellie. Put this on, love.

She murmured sleepily and let him put the garment on her. They walked together to the door, Vincent suddenly serious and tense. Ellie was surprised to find Angelique waiting beyond, a worried expression on her face.

Ellie! Jons gone and we cant find him anywhere. His room is empty and all of his things are gone.

What? Ellie cried. Are you sure? What time is it? Maybe hes waiting at the stadium.

Ive called there already and no ones seen him. It also wouldnt explain why all of his clothes and suitcases are gone from his room. We made plans to meet in the lobby this morning and go out for breakfast. Did he tell you he was leaving?

No. Let me call his cell phone, and if he doesnt answer Ill try the office. Maybe Lindsey pulled him away for something, though I cant imagine why he wouldnt have told me he was leaving.

Ill go check around in case Ive missed him. Let me know if you hear anything, Angelique said with a worried frown.

Ellie closed the door and went in search of her cell phone.

I dont like this, Vincent said quietly.

Im sure its nothing. Jons always so excitable, he may have forgotten to tell anyone he was leaving. Theres really no telling when it comes to him. Ellie dialed the number to Jons cell.

There was no answer, and she was redirected to his voice mail. She left him a short, terse message asking him to call her back immediately.

Then she dialed the number for Lindseys office.

Lindsey picked up on the first ring. Hello?

Lindsey, have you heard from Jon recently?

No, why? Lindsey said shortly, clearly distracted on the other end.

Hes nowhere to be found this morning and all of his things are gone from his room. I thought maybe you had pulled him off of this assignment for one reason or another and hed just forgotten to tell us.

No, I havent spoken to him since you two left.

But thats so odd, why wouldnt he be here? Will you call his house and see if maybe hes there? I cant imagine why he would be but I dont know where else to check.

Have you tried his cell phone?

Yes, I called that number before I called you. There wasnt an answer.

Ill try him at home. Ill call you if I hear anythingand youll call me if you hear from him first, wont you?

Yeah, Ill call. Thanks, Lindsey.

Ellie hung up and looked at Vincent with a small frown on her face. Lindsey has no idea where he is, either. Vincent, this is strange. I dont know what to think.

I have a bad feeling about this situation. Is Jon the type of person who would quit his job without a written notice?

I wouldnt think so. And I find it hard to understand why he would leave this projecthe was so excited about it. He loves magic. Hes got all kinds of dime-store tricks littered about his office. And he was so thrilled with the opportunity to go on this tour with you and your group. I dont understand it. Maybe Angelique will find him somewhere in the hotel.

Maybe she will. Though Vincent didnt sound too hopeful with the idea.

Ellies phone rang. The number on her caller ID was unlisted and she answered it tersely, expecting a telemarketer or something equally annoying.

Hello?

Youre on your own now, bitch, and pretty-boy Vincent isnt going to protect you for long.

Ellies hand tightened to a white-knuckled grip on the phone. Who is this?

There came a peal of metallic laughter on the other end and Ellie realized that whoever it was, was using some sort of mechanical device to disguise their voice. Suddenly the earlier prank phone call and package shed received didnt seem as harmless as shed first thought.

Oh, youre a funny bitch. Do you think Im going to just give up the game and tell you who I am? No. I want to play a little longer. I want to make you squirm. I want to make you afraid to look over your shoulder. But then againperhaps Ive played this game out far enough already.

I dont have time for this, who are you?

Vincent came closer and motioned for her to give him the phone.

Did you really think that fucking the magician would help you gain any power? Vincent would never share his secrets with you, all he wants is whats between your legs.

What on earth are you talking about? What secrets would Vincent share?

Vincent chose that moment to snatch the phone out of her hand and put it to his ear. He listened for a few seconds in silence.

We will be contacting the local authorities promptly. I dont take very kindly to threats such as yours, nor do the police. Id suggest that you not call this number, nor try to contact myself or Ellie again. He turned the phone off and moved to gather her in his arms.

I think something bad has happened to Jon.

Shhh. Dont worry about a thing, Ill take care of it. There are some perks to being rich and famous, and one of them is being able to get law enforcement officials on your side with a quick response. Well report the phone call and tell the police our suspicions about what may or may not have happened to Jon. Everything will be all right.

Thats not the only phone call Ive gotten, Vincent. Its not the only time this person has contacted me. She quickly told him about the first call and about the anonymous package full of photos.

Vincent cursed. Obviously someone wants to come between us. For what purpose Im not sure, but there are all kinds of crazies out there.

Maybe its an obsessed fan. God, I hope Jons all right.

It could be anyone. As far as we know, nothings happened to Jon. We wont know for sure for at least a little while, so lets try not to make ourselves sick with worry. These two incidents could be unrelated.

But that person knew that Jon was gone this morning, Im sure of it. They said something like youre on your own now, and Vincent isnt going to protect you forever. Im not sure, but I think that was pretty much the gist of it. What if theyve hurt Jon? Who could do such a thing? Jons an innocenthe couldnt hurt a fly if he wanted tohed be such an easy target.

Like I said, we dont know for sure that Jon hasnt just been wandering about the lobby today. Well call the police and tell them all we know and just hope for the best. In the meantime, I dont want you out of my sight. I dont want you left alone for more than a minute, understand?

Ellie murmured her reply, something unintelligible. They picked up their cell phones and made the necessary phone calls, each mired in their own black thoughts.

* * * * *

The police came and went. Vincent and Ellie could no longer push back their obligations of the day, and they reached the stadium where Vincent was scheduled to perform well after the noon hour had passed. Everyone was subdued, having heard the news of Jons disappearance and the threatening phone calls placed to Ellie. The stage was set up in record time, but no one could find it in themselves to be happy with their progress.

Lindsey called to say that Jon hadnt answered his home phone all day. Shed driven by to check and see if hed been there, but nothing seemed changed since hed left. Ellie began to fret that something terrible had befallen him.

Angelique, darling girl that she was, kept Ellie company as the rehearsals for the show came and went.

That nights show went off without a hitch. Ellie watched the performance on a small monitor backstage, marveling at how different this show was from the last one shed attended. Many of the same feats of magic were performed, but they were each new and unique somehow. Ellie wondered how much of the show was improvisation on Vincents part and how much was choreographed.

After the performance, Vincent stayed behind with his assistants to help clean up their gear. Ellie wandered back to the hotel, tired and upset over the days events, ignoring Vincents demands that she stay by his side. She was her own woman, independent and solitary for the most part. She didnt need a babysitter. If thats what Vincent wanted for her then that was his problem.

The minute she entered the hotel room, the phone in her sitting room began to ring.

Hello?

Ellie, its me.

Jon! Where have you been? Weve been worried sick about you.

 Im in San Diego with Marisol. She has all kinds of dirt on Vincent and his troupe, you wouldnt believe some of the things shes told me. You wont believe this either, but Vincent really is a magician, Ellie. I mean, the things he can do 

You left to interview that woman without telling anyone? Jon, we had the police here, for Christs sake! We thought something had happened to you.

Im sorry, but Marisol only gave me one chance to hear her story and I couldnt pass it up. I am sorry.

Well, youd better call Lindsey and let her know youre not dead.

I will. Ill see you tomorrow or the next day, okay?

All right. You take care.

You too. Bye.

Ellie stared at the phone in her hand for a long moment, wondering just how much dirt Marisol had on Vincent, when she heard a noise from her bedroom.

She turned to look in the doorway and caught sight of Angelique. With a frown, Ellie entered the bedroom. Whats going on, Angie?

Hello, Ellie, Angelique said from her seat on the bed.

What are you doing here, Angelique? I thought you were back at the auditorium helping Vincent.

Oh, Im helping Vincent, just not in the way you think.

Whats going on? she asked again.

 Do you really think Vincent is going to share his secrets with you, when he has me to collaborate with? 

I dont know what youre talking about. Ellie backed cautiously toward the door.

Youre even stupider than I thought, and thats saying a lot, Angelique scoffed disdainfully.

Ellie felt her blood run cold. You. Its been you all along, hasnt it? All those phone calls and the box of picturesyou did that. Oh, good grief. She swallowed hard but kept her voice level. Whats wrong with you? 

Angelique rolled her eyes. Youre such a stupid bitch. Nothings wrong with me. But everything youve done has jeopardized my standing here and I wont have it.

Why are you doing this to me? Ellie asked.

 Because I can. Because its me Vincent should want, not you. Because I am the one with the power. She rose, appearing to float above the bed. 

Ellie started, stumbling away from her. How are you doing that? She couldnt help but ask, though she spoke more to herself than to Angelique.

You still dont believe in magic, do you? How funny. Vincent must be insane to dote on you the way he does.

Theres no such thing as magic, she said half-heartedly, but she didnt believe that anymore. Especially not where Vincent was concerned. She backed away again as Angelique advanced, towering over her now.

Oh, but there is, Ellie, Angelique laughed. There really is.

Im going to tell Vincent, Angelique. At the very least hell fire you for scaring me like this.

He wont ever find out. Angelique scoffed then blanched white as she caught sight of something beyond Ellie.

He already knows. Vincents voice came from behind Ellie as he entered the room.

Angeliques feet thumped down on the floor. No, she said. No! She jumped up and down. I cant fly, she wailed. 

Your treachery has brought a return of dark punishment threefold back to you, Vincent said.

Angelique growled and jumped up and down, as if by doing so she could regain her flight.

Vincent clenched his jaw. You know the law. For every negative action against another you shall have it visited back upon you three times. All magic is bound by the same, unbreakable law. How could you have ignored such a truth?

There were tears in Angeliques eyes, and for a moment Ellie felt sorry for the woman. Then she remembered the box full of photos, designed to drive a wedge between her and Vincent, and her sympathy vanished as if it had never been.

Karma has taken your gifts as punishment for your transgressions, Vincent told her gently. You know this.

No, it cant be, Angelique wailed.

 I cant believe youre behind this, Angel. After I took you in and trained you to use your gifts. But I never trained you for this. This deception. This betrayal. You deserve to have the loss of your powers, now and forever. I only hope that this punishment isnt temporary. 

Noooo, Angelique cried, still trying to hop back up into the air. This cant be.

It can and is, Angel. Accept it. Id say you got off lightly in this case.

But I love you, Vincent. Tears made Angeliques eyes glitter like stars. I love you so much. Id do anything for you.

Is this how you show your love? By frightening others? By spreading dissention?

I only wanted us to be together.

That can never be. Vincent shook his head sadly. I care for you, Angelique, but as a friend and a student, not a lover. Im sorry. But this is the way it must be.

Angelique sobbed in earnest now. She doesnt deserve you.

Let me be the judge of that. Vincent pulled Ellie tight to him.

Angeliques eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, tears streaming down her face.

Youre fired, Angelique, Vincent told her quietly. Now leave us.

Angelique ran from the room, her wailing sobs floating on the air behind her as she made her way down the hotels hallway.

Its over now, my love, Vincent told her softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Ellie was silent for a long time. There really is such a thing as magic, she breathed at last. And not just yours, but others. 

Yes.

You dont use smoke and mirrors?

Nope, he said with a small smile.

When you said that I have a power all my own, did you mean?

Yes. Youve that rare spark that so few ever notice, or indulge. Ill teach you all that I can, he promised. And youll find it gets easier and easier to learn on your own. You have the gift of magic, my love.

As Ellie fell back in a faint, the last thing she felt was Vincents arms coming around her to cushion her fall.



Epilogue


Seven months later

Los Angeles, California

 

The audience members fell into an expectant silence as Vincent Darque stepped into the spotlight and began what would be his last show for at least eighteen months. His wife of only three months was pregnantheavily soand rumor was that he wanted to be free of obligations, the better to enjoy spoiling her and then their child after the birth.

It was plain to all that he was going to make as masterful a husband and father as he did an illusionist and showman.

Ladies and gentlemen, Id like to introduce you to a very special person in my life, my wife, Ellie Darque. With a smile, Vincent made his way down to the front row where Ellie sat. Amid the cheers and applause Ellie rose and waved to the onlookers. With a flourish and a bow, Vincent produced a rose out of thin air and presented it to her. Ellie accepted it and with a deft flick of her wrist the rose disappeared once more. The audience members whipped into a frenzy upon seeing her perform the trick.

Ahhh, a woman after my own heart, crooned Vincent to the crowd amid their deafening cheers.

Are you ready, my love? Vincent whispered in Ellies ear. The words, strangely enough, did not travel over the sound system of the amphitheater.

As ready as Ill ever be, I guess.

Just a moment and its done. Close your eyes and concentrate, just like we practiced. I love you, he said encouragingly.

 I love you, too, she replied. Ellie did as hed instructed, concentrated hard, felt a whooshing sensation and opened her eyes. She smiled when she saw the interior of their home in Hawaiimiles away from Los Angeles, where shed started. 

So how was your first time using teleportation on your own, love?

With a startled gasp, Ellie jumped and whirled around to see Vincent lounging on the bed, an erotic vision of lazy, muscled, naked male. 

Why arent you finishing up your show? she exclaimed.

 I am finishing up my show, he said with a wink. 

How is that possible? she cried.

 Shh. Tsk, Tsk. You know better than to ask that kind of question. Havent you ever heard the outrageous rumor that Vincent Darque doesnt even have to be at his own shows to perform his illusions before the audience? He once performed live on stage without actually leaving his own home, you know. 

So are you really here? Or is this an illusion, too?

Im always here. Wherever you are, wherever you go, Ill always be with you.

Ellie smiled and walked to the bed, chagrined that she couldnt put more of a seductive sway in her walk without looking as though she waddled. As she advanced she removed her clothing, exposing her heavy breasts and rounded belly.

Youre more beautiful today than you were yesterday, love.

Ellie snorted, but couldnt tamp down on the sudden soaring of her heart at his words. He always made her feel beautifulcherished. And ever since shed started to show, to swell with the growth of their child, Vincent had genuinely seemed to find her more and more sexy every day. They were making love multiple times each day, at any given hour, no matter where they were. And that wasnt even taking into account the late hours they spent each night in their bed, loving until they were both too weak and spent to even move.

Ellie was surprised either of them could manage to walk after rising each morning.

Can you concentrate on both me and the performance? she asked, crawling nude onto the bed.

Vincent reached out and fondled her heavy, milk-swollen breasts, eyes blazing possessively. Im not certain, he admitted huskily, but I can sure give it the old college try.

Ellie laughed and sighed as his fingers plumped and squeezed her nipples. A droplet of milk appeared as a result of his ministrations, and with a growl Vincent leaned in and licked it clean. God, I love the changes in your body. I want to keep you pregnant all the time.

No, I dont think so, honey. After these two are born Im not sure I want to get pregnant again for a long time.

Well, maybe not for a few months

 Maybe not for a few years, she interjected. 

Vincent growled plaintively. Perhaps youll change your mind once the twins are born. Twins! It still boggles my mind to think of it. 

Maybe theyll grow up to be master illusionists like their father.

Or maybe theyll grow up to be cynics like their mother, and not believe in their magical abilities at all.

Heaven forbid, she laughed.

Vincent rolled onto his back, his erection strong, thick and arching skyward. Ellie immediately reached for him and took him in her hand. He was hot and hard as steel, heavy and turgid in her hand. Ellie licked her lips and felt the moist heat between her legs flow freely. She never tired of having this man in her bedor on the floor, or on the sofa, or on the washing machine

Ellie shuddered at the decadent visions assailing her brain.

Come up here, love, Vincent whispered, his voice growing lazy and seductive. I want to taste you.

Ellie assumed he meant to kiss her on the lipswhich he didbut then he turned her, so that she spread her legs and straddled his open mouth. She had to hold onto the headboard of their bed to keep from falling over as his hot, wet mouth closed over her. She felt the smooth, long stroke of his tongue as it speared between the lips of her vagina and cried out at the wondrous sensation. She bucked against his mouth uncontrollably and with a chuckle he raised his hands to her buttocks to steady her.

Youre always so impatient, love. Just relax and let me do this at my own pace.

His words, murmured around a mouthful of her most sensitive flesh, vibrated through her entire body, making her feminine moisture rush down through her sheath. Vincents hungry tongue lapped at her juices, clearly savoring her taste. She heard the greedy sounds he made as he sucked and licked her flesh, and when he slurped her clit noisily into his mouth, suckling and rooting against her there, she came softly, gently against his mouth. She moaned, moving in slow undulations against his face as she came down from her climax.

God, you taste so fucking good, Vincent said, pulling away and licking the last of her juices from his lips.

Ellie could only murmur, drowsy after the faint pulses of her release began to fade from her body. Vincent positioned her body over his rampant cock and slowly slid up into her, stretching and filling her to the bursting point. Their pubic bones came to rest against each other as he slid home, and they both moaned with the pleasure of it.

Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, Vincent began to rock her back and forth atop him. Her already swollen, love-bitten clit rubbed deliciously against the crisp, dark hair of his groin, and soon she was shuddering, climbing yet another peak. Vincents hands roved up and around her to palm her breasts. He plumped and squeezed them in his palms, bringing her nipples to aching, weeping points. He rose up and took a breast deep in his mouth, as far as he could manage.

Ellie cried out and bucked over him, wanting harder, deeper thrusts. Vincent chuckled, gaining control of her movements with his hands at her waist to slow her, before moving to her next breast and giving it the same attention. Ellie moaned plaintively and tried to escape his grip, the better to ride him to completion. Vincents mouth pulled back then released her breast with an audible pop. Her nipple was rouged and glistening wet with his kiss. He blew on her, making her nipple grow even harder, and slid his cock slowly in and out of her.

They moved leisurely, gently, for what seemed like hours, until they were both drenched in the wet heat of her arousal. Suddenly, Vincent bucked up beneath her and let out a long, low groan. His hands tightened on her hips as he quickened his pace, deepening his thrusts within her until he brushed against that ultra-sensitive place inside of her sheath with the head of his cock. Ellie cried out and felt her vagina clench down on him as she climbed to the razors edge of her release.

Come with me, baby. Let me feel you milk my cock when I come, he growled, using his fingers expertly against her swollen clit and thrusting even deeper inside of her.

Ellies climax came crashing down on her with such a force that she screamed. Vincent withdrew then thrust back into her, spearing her deep and filling her with his hot, wet ejaculate. His roar of release echoed about their bedroom, mingled with the cry of her voice as she sobbed his name in her passion. Ellie collapsed down upon him and he carefully moved her to his side, to make her most comfortable.

He kissed her softly, deeply, putting all the love he felt for her in the kiss.

It was several long moments before either of them spoke or moved.

 Now that was magical, Ellie said with a sigh once her breathing had slowed enough for speech. 

Vincent laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. It was magical. It always would be. So long as they were together. Forever.


The End