The Tempting: Seducing the Nephilim. D. M. Pratt

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СКАЧАТЬ body tightened, but he didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. He pushed deeper and drove himself into her harder and faster. That sound … that primal sound filled her ears and she felt a searing, burning fire between her legs. She was passing out. She wanted to look, to open her eyes, but his mouth covered hers, his tongue inside of her, his hands everywhere. Eve twisted her face away and opened her mouth to cry out.

      “Beau! Stop! Stop! Please! You’re hurting me!” She screamed, sobbing through gasps and tears.

      Everything stopped. Beau stopped. The shadowy haze that swirled around him stopped and faded like a ghostly mist running away into the dim light. He hovered over her, confused, breathless and panting.

      “Forgive me,” he said, gathering her into his arms. “I don’t know what happened.”

      Eve was trembling. She wanted to push him away. She stared around looking into the shadows of the darkened room and then back at him. Inside a slim sliver of light that fell from the window she could see it was Beau … only Beau, worried for her, not a horrific monster that had tried to rip her to shreds… only her beautiful Beau.

      “You make me crazy. I lost myself. You know I would never hurt you.”

      Beau kissed her face and arms and fingers. The gentle stroke of his hand traced across her body.

      “Tell me what you need me to do?” he asked.

      Eve shook her head and curled up into his arms.

      “Hold me. Just hold me.”

      She felt like a child waking from a nightmare and those she loved had come to encircle her. He felt warm and strong, but he didn’t feel the one thing she desperately wanted to feel at this moment … safe and that frightened her more than the pain throbbing between her thighs.

Chapter Six

      Cora was having a very bad day. She had purchased the deluxe kit of Teach Your Baby to Read by Dr. Glenn Dorman and faithfully, every day, had done ten flash cards over 30 seconds of spoken and visual words, number dots, and famous paintings. Delia listened and looked, but to date refused to speak. On this element of child development, she and Philip had taken a strange code of silence, pointing to what they wanted, but never verbalizing their needs or demands. The two children would play together and sit or lie in an almost Zen state staring at each other as if communicating telepathically, a fact Cora was certain of since she first noticed the strange eye contact that held them spellbound for minutes at a time. However, nothing she said could convince either Eve or Beau that baby telecommunication was a feasible possibility.

      Today, Delia was extremely irritable and unfocused. After the first set of cards she stood up, went to Cora and, placing both little hands on the cards, pushed them to the floor with a look so defiant it actually frightened Cora. Delia then opened her mouth and started screaming in full-on tantrum mode. The day nanny, Zamara, was about as plain a woman as Cora could find after the last two cute young nannies found their way into her extensive, black label, couture-filled closets and helped themselves to her clothes under the bizarre assumption that was acceptable behavior. Zamara, on the other hand, was a healthy muscular size 14, in her late forties, Latina, a trained nurse and an avid reader. When she didn’t have Delia, she had a book or a reader in her hand. Zamara rushed into the room as a stunned Cora reached out to embrace her daughter in an attempt to control her temper. Delia flailed, arching her back and kicking her feet. She whacked Cora in the face with such force she left a tiny red hand print on her mother’s cheek. Zamara stepped in.

      “Let me have her, Miss Bouvier,” Zamara insisted.

      Zamara lifted Delia into her arms and whispered something into Delia’s ear. Silence fell, leaving only the echoes of Delia’s voice ringing off the marble surfaces in the atrium.

      “What … what in tarnation did you say to her?” Cora asked, rubbing her cheek.

      Cora noticed there was blood on her lip as well.

      “Nothin’ really, Ma’am,” Zamara responded.

      “Nothing? A thirteen-month-old, in a full out nuclear tantrum shuts up and stills when you whisper in her ear and you choose not to tell me what you said? Seriously?” Cora said, glaring furiously at her nanny.

      “It’s not the words, Miss Cora. It’s deep inside the breath that carries them.”

      Cora stopped, completely stunned. Her daughter was not only calm and quiet, she snuggled into Zamara’s arms and buried her face in the nanny’s neck.

      “It’s an art with children my Mamacita taught me. I could show you if you like?”

      “I would like very much if you showed me how to do that, please,” Cora said.

      Zamara lay Delia down in the cradle, gave her the warm bottle of milk she was bringing up anyway before the sounds of infant Armageddon broke out, and crossed to Cora.

      “The key is to be as still and calm as you can be in the middle of such chaos,” Zamara explained.

      “Well, that’s the first challenge, suga’. I can’t be still and calm when the world is in utter chaos,” Cora said with a roll of her eyes.

      “Then it won’t work, will it?” Zamara said, her voice even, her tone pointed. Zamara tipped her head and arched her eyebrow as if to say, “Do you want to do this or not lady?”

      Cora took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I’m calm.”

      “Good. Now, take a deep long breath,” Zamara said, doing it as she explained.

      “What?”

      “Breathe. You don’t breathe right. You breathe from your chest, not from your abdominal muscles and back. If you breathe deeper, you will be able to calm yourself in a stressful situation. Now, breathe,” Zamara commanded and took a breath with her.

      “The second thing you have to do is lock your arms around her, like this.”

      Zamara came up to Cora and put her arms around her. Cora didn’t realize how much taller Zamara was than she until that moment. She felt the strength in Zamara’s arms press in on her so tight Cora’s breathing was actually constricted. Not enough to make her panic, but certainly enough to make her aware she was being securely held. Then with a soft, gentle breath Zamara blew, using her nose, into Cora’s ear. The result was instantaneous. Cora’s entire body relaxed, every ounce of tension released and her body turned to Jell-O. If she’d wanted to speak, she couldn’t. It was the second breath Zamara blew into her ear that made Cora melt in a way that shocked. Cora felt her nipples become erect and her vaginal juices flush as if she’d just had the most gentle, most sensual orgasm she ever experienced in her life. Cora released into Zamara’s arms, her head dropped to Zamara’s shoulder and in those few moments Cora felt as calm as she’d ever felt in her life.

      Slowly Zamara released the forcefulness of her grip and somehow navigated Cora to the glider. Zamara’s hands, strong yet as smooth as silk and velvet combined, lay on Cora’s skin and the connection sent waves of pleasure through her.

      “This is what happens to Delia?” Cora asked, whispering the words.

      “She relaxes. What happens is what СКАЧАТЬ