Pride's Passion

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-665-3

Page :78

Word Count :19500

Publication Date :2010-08-17

Series : #

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Available Formats : Pride's Passion (pdf) , Pride's Passion (prc) , Pride's Passion (epub) , Pride's Passion (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Paranormal , Fantasy

Product Code: 978-1-55410-665-3

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Sex-magic is the most powerful force in the universe and Prince Demerran is its master!

The sex-magic—the legendary schahor of the Nu’Uran wizards—has been a blessing and a curse, holding him captive for over 1,000 years. The only chance he has to free himself, is by convincing his latest owner to join with him, using the secret and deadly rites of schahor. The only problem is that Lauren is ignorant of his magic and he must instruct her. But so much to teach and so little time to do so! If he cannot convince Lauren of the depth of her pride and passion, he is doomed forever in the prison-binding that his enemies have conjured around him.

The naked man, holding a curved sword in each hand, pirouetted on one foot, then leapt, slicing the swords through the air around him, bringing them close to his body while spinning the blades. He landed softly on his feet. His dexterity was both beautiful and frightening to watch.

As he was frightening in his beauty.

A thick braid of golden hair swished across his tight buttocks as he swung around, going into a crouch, his swords at right angles to his body. Again, he balanced on one foot, holding the position as motionless as a statue, his muscles bunched, his cinnamon-hued skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Blue light, emanating from the sword blades, coruscated around him.

He turned to look at her, his black eyes captivating. His smile hinted of a man's pride and she knew that his prowess was not confined to sword-dancing. In that moment, desire swept away any caution.

She longed to touch him, ached to have him inside her.

He spun around, as agile as a dancer, his swords cutting the air around his body in rhythms too fast for the eye to follow.

Again, he paused to regard her. He made an elaborate bow, his sword tips pointing to her. He lifted his head and smiled.

Heat raced from her head to her toes. "I want you," she whispered.

* * * *

Lauren started awake, her body hot and moist, aching with need.

Disoriented, she blinked and shook her head, finding that she was kneeling on the rug she had bought that morning at the flea market. Why was that memory sharp and clear, but everything else muddled?

Gradually, her breathing returned to normal, but she still trembled.

She glanced up across the paddock, seeing the sun lowering in the sky. It was almost dusk.

Somehow, she had lost two hours--one moment she had been unrolling the rug over the verandah floor, then…the hallucination: the man dancing with the swords.