Carolyn Holland's Blog
May 5, 2021
A Love Supreme-A Brothers of the Dark Veil Novel - Book 4
On a rainy starless night, not unlike tonight, two hearts became one. Their passion became a Love Supreme....
Joie rounded the third floor landing in shoes far better suited for a cocktail party than for trudging down dusty hospital stairs. She made the turn on to the next landing only to barrel into the broad muscular chest of the man she’d been ducking for the past three weeks. She nearly had a heart attack. He was dripping wet and so handsome he took her breath away.
Nico’s eyes burned with a passion so tangible she felt its touch stroking something deep inside of her. She gasped, and dropped the cigarette lighter with a loud clatter, shrouding the stairwell in darkness.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, holding one hand over her chest to slow down her racing heart.
Unlike Joie, Nico could see very well in the dark. He filled his eyes with the sight of her. She was just as beautiful as he’d remembered, if not more so. He took a step toward her. She sensed his nearness and backed away until her back hit the wall.
“You never returned any of my calls.” His voice was as she recalled it, deep and mesmerizing, with an unidentifiable foreign accent.
“I…..I….have been extremely busy,” she stuttered, straining her eyes to see where there was no light.
“Really?” he said, in a voice filled with disbelief.
“Yes.”
“Did you receive the flowers?” he asked.
“Yes. They were beautiful. Thank you.”
By now, she could sense just how close he was. He was invading her personal space. She inhaled the unique smell that had been haunting her dreams since the last time they’d been together; a smell that was his and his alone.
“How long do you intend to run from me, beautiful Joie?” he asked, using his superior strength to mold every inch of his big delicious body against hers. A soft whimper echoed in the dark stairwell.
Could that be me? she wondered, licking lips suddenly gone dry in anticipation of his kiss.
Nico was so close Joie could feel the whisper of his sweet breath on her face as he pressed her back into the stairwell wall. She could feel him through her smock and the dress beneath it. She kept her eyes downcast, robbing him of the opportunity to look into her beautiful eyes.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. What he saw caused his breath to hitch in his chest. He saw raw hunger in her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, yet she continued to fight the desire she felt for him. He could only wonder why. He bent his head to capture her quivering lips, sweeping inside to take command of her tongue.
Joie was unable to withhold the moan he took into his mouth any more than Nico could keep his hands off of her. His movements were frenetic as he dipped to fit his tall muscular body to her petite frame, rubbing his hardness against her softness as he ran his hands beneath the hem of her skirt.
Nico wanted to punish her for making him wait for this; but he knew to do so would only serve to punish himself. He ran his finger along the crotch of her panties. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt how wet she was.
He lifted her thigh around his waist and slipped first one, then a second finger between her tight nether lips. The sound of their harsh breathing and his wet slippery fingers going in and out of her slickness echoed in the pitch dark stairwell. Joie held on to Nico’s broad shoulders, her hips meeting each thrust of his fingers. The sweet smell of sex filled the air.
Nico could feel his fangs descending, and there was nothing he could do about it. This woman brought out something primal in him. She drove him crazy. He didn’t know what he wanted more; to bite her, to fuck her, or both.
Joie couldn’t believe he was here—that she was allowing this to happen. She was no fool. She knew this man had the power to take everything from her; her body, her mind, and her soul; that he could hurt her far worse than her mother hurt her father when death claimed her, a million times worse than Christopher hurt Vivienne when he betrayed her, and infinitely deeper than Mark’s continued withdrawal was hurting her sister Bea.
That knowledge didn’t stop Joie from gasping in pleasure and pain when Nico ripped her panties off and poised the fat head of his cock against her weeping opening. She wanted this. She wanted to feel every inch of his manhood filling up her body, stretching her as only he could, stroking the fire of passion until she self-combusted. She was mindless with passion and would have allowed him anything he wanted—had the fucking lights not come on.
Joie was in a passion fueled daze when Nico abruptly pulled away from her. She had no way of knowing how much self-control it had taken him to turn his back on her in order to give his eyes an opportunity to return to their normal color and his fangs time to retract. He had yet to explain what he was and didn’t want to frighten her any more than he already had.
Once Nico got himself together, he tucked his aching cock inside his pants and turned to her. What a glorious sight she made, with her breasts heaving, her hair in disarray, and her panties in tatters around one ankle. In an act that was purely carnal; he shoved his two fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked every drop of her essence from them
He said, “I will come to you tonight at midnight,” as if that was the final word on it. Joie grabbed hold of his hand before he could leave.
“Wait! How can you expect me to trust you? You are not what you portray yourself to be. Here I thought you were a homeless man, down on your luck, yet you can afford to buy truck-loads of the most expensive blooms in the world as if the cost means nothing to you. I asked you what you were, Nico. You never answered me.”
“Well then, let me make it patently clear to that brilliant mind of yours exactly what I am. I am the male who is going to bury my manhood inside you so deep, you will cough me out of your mouth. When I am done, I will tell you who and what I am. Trust me.”
And then he was gone.
Joie rounded the third floor landing in shoes far better suited for a cocktail party than for trudging down dusty hospital stairs. She made the turn on to the next landing only to barrel into the broad muscular chest of the man she’d been ducking for the past three weeks. She nearly had a heart attack. He was dripping wet and so handsome he took her breath away.
Nico’s eyes burned with a passion so tangible she felt its touch stroking something deep inside of her. She gasped, and dropped the cigarette lighter with a loud clatter, shrouding the stairwell in darkness.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, holding one hand over her chest to slow down her racing heart.
Unlike Joie, Nico could see very well in the dark. He filled his eyes with the sight of her. She was just as beautiful as he’d remembered, if not more so. He took a step toward her. She sensed his nearness and backed away until her back hit the wall.
“You never returned any of my calls.” His voice was as she recalled it, deep and mesmerizing, with an unidentifiable foreign accent.
“I…..I….have been extremely busy,” she stuttered, straining her eyes to see where there was no light.
“Really?” he said, in a voice filled with disbelief.
“Yes.”
“Did you receive the flowers?” he asked.
“Yes. They were beautiful. Thank you.”
By now, she could sense just how close he was. He was invading her personal space. She inhaled the unique smell that had been haunting her dreams since the last time they’d been together; a smell that was his and his alone.
“How long do you intend to run from me, beautiful Joie?” he asked, using his superior strength to mold every inch of his big delicious body against hers. A soft whimper echoed in the dark stairwell.
Could that be me? she wondered, licking lips suddenly gone dry in anticipation of his kiss.
Nico was so close Joie could feel the whisper of his sweet breath on her face as he pressed her back into the stairwell wall. She could feel him through her smock and the dress beneath it. She kept her eyes downcast, robbing him of the opportunity to look into her beautiful eyes.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. What he saw caused his breath to hitch in his chest. He saw raw hunger in her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, yet she continued to fight the desire she felt for him. He could only wonder why. He bent his head to capture her quivering lips, sweeping inside to take command of her tongue.
Joie was unable to withhold the moan he took into his mouth any more than Nico could keep his hands off of her. His movements were frenetic as he dipped to fit his tall muscular body to her petite frame, rubbing his hardness against her softness as he ran his hands beneath the hem of her skirt.
Nico wanted to punish her for making him wait for this; but he knew to do so would only serve to punish himself. He ran his finger along the crotch of her panties. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt how wet she was.
He lifted her thigh around his waist and slipped first one, then a second finger between her tight nether lips. The sound of their harsh breathing and his wet slippery fingers going in and out of her slickness echoed in the pitch dark stairwell. Joie held on to Nico’s broad shoulders, her hips meeting each thrust of his fingers. The sweet smell of sex filled the air.
Nico could feel his fangs descending, and there was nothing he could do about it. This woman brought out something primal in him. She drove him crazy. He didn’t know what he wanted more; to bite her, to fuck her, or both.
Joie couldn’t believe he was here—that she was allowing this to happen. She was no fool. She knew this man had the power to take everything from her; her body, her mind, and her soul; that he could hurt her far worse than her mother hurt her father when death claimed her, a million times worse than Christopher hurt Vivienne when he betrayed her, and infinitely deeper than Mark’s continued withdrawal was hurting her sister Bea.
That knowledge didn’t stop Joie from gasping in pleasure and pain when Nico ripped her panties off and poised the fat head of his cock against her weeping opening. She wanted this. She wanted to feel every inch of his manhood filling up her body, stretching her as only he could, stroking the fire of passion until she self-combusted. She was mindless with passion and would have allowed him anything he wanted—had the fucking lights not come on.
Joie was in a passion fueled daze when Nico abruptly pulled away from her. She had no way of knowing how much self-control it had taken him to turn his back on her in order to give his eyes an opportunity to return to their normal color and his fangs time to retract. He had yet to explain what he was and didn’t want to frighten her any more than he already had.
Once Nico got himself together, he tucked his aching cock inside his pants and turned to her. What a glorious sight she made, with her breasts heaving, her hair in disarray, and her panties in tatters around one ankle. In an act that was purely carnal; he shoved his two fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked every drop of her essence from them
He said, “I will come to you tonight at midnight,” as if that was the final word on it. Joie grabbed hold of his hand before he could leave.
“Wait! How can you expect me to trust you? You are not what you portray yourself to be. Here I thought you were a homeless man, down on your luck, yet you can afford to buy truck-loads of the most expensive blooms in the world as if the cost means nothing to you. I asked you what you were, Nico. You never answered me.”
“Well then, let me make it patently clear to that brilliant mind of yours exactly what I am. I am the male who is going to bury my manhood inside you so deep, you will cough me out of your mouth. When I am done, I will tell you who and what I am. Trust me.”
And then he was gone.
December 6, 2020
Help!!!
Peace and power! Peace and love!❤️
I am relatively new to Goodreads. I patted myself on the back after getting my author dashboard completed and my covers up (thanks to the patient assistance of the lovely librarians!)
Now that, that has been accomplished, I feel like a kid let loose in the 🌎 largest toy store, with no one to play with. What next? This engine is HUGE!!!!
Anyone else feeling overwhelmed?
Caro
I am relatively new to Goodreads. I patted myself on the back after getting my author dashboard completed and my covers up (thanks to the patient assistance of the lovely librarians!)
Now that, that has been accomplished, I feel like a kid let loose in the 🌎 largest toy store, with no one to play with. What next? This engine is HUGE!!!!
Anyone else feeling overwhelmed?
Caro
