Erotica Harem

Setting: Zoe’s hotel room and her vision.

Characters: Kevin succeeds in breaking down Zoe’s walls. She becomes more human in this chapter. I like it.

Who’s Dominic? I wasn’t clear if he was a comfort to her until this chapter. That still may not be completely true…

Referencing: If I caught anything it’s in the line by line.

Plot: Kevin gives Zoe some mind blowing experiences. She then falls asleep and has a vision involving Kevin. Dominic tells her that to keep him safe she must leave him and go to Lockridge.

Grammar: Adverbs.
I pointed out some word repetitions.
Not as many typos though….

Just my personal opinion: This was an intense chapter. I was emotionally involved all the way through. The love scene was beautiful and exciting and the vision was creepy and freaky. I grow more attached to Zoe and Kevin with each chapter. Even in this chapter, I felt a small connection to Dominic.
Wonderful chapter.

Sephina

Line by Line:

Kevin lowered her to the mattress, allowed her grasping hands to pull him down with her. Instead of rep: immediately diving into another round of frenzied lust, he settled beside her, his head propped on one hand, and simply looked at her. A quizzical frown marred her features when he didn’t rep: immediately and it’s an adverb…. touch her.
He skimmed his gaze over her in a slow sweep, lingering on her lush lips, her firm full breasts, flat smooth stomach, the dark curls hiding buried treasure, and the long length of legs tanned gold by the summer sun.
“Kevin?”
After a long moment of reverent staring, he met her gaze again. The uncertainty in her tone enchanted him.
“I just want to look at you,” he murmured. “I could just look at you forever.”
Again, his rapt stare roamed over her at leisure. Creamy skin beckoned his hands, his mouth, as his eyes feasted on her. Restless, perhaps nervous, she squirmed under his gaze. A tremor rippled over her as he looked into her eyes again, eyes full of rep; nervous desire. Satisfaction welled inside him. He wanted her needing him, yes, even rep: nervous of his total possession. More than that, no matter what happened, she would remember this night and him. No other man would ever measure up to the memories he would give her.
She grabbed his hand in a surprisingly strong grip and placed it on her breast. “Touch me. Fuck me.”
“I’ll touch you, in time. I won’t fuck you,” he told her. “I’ve already done that, but I will love you, all night.”
Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. Apprehension flicked over her face before realization dawned. A slow shake of her head gave away her dismay but he only squeezed her breast in reassurance. He swept his thumb over her rigid nipple, eliciting a gasp from her that pleased him to no end. Caught up in his goal, and in her, he laid a slow devastating siege designed to seduce her into a sensual puddle.

Zoë stared up at him, apprehension mingling with desire. Fine tremors shook her. The intent in his eyes spooked her as her body hummed.
“You’re gorgeous,” he muttered, his husky voice curling around her heart.
Warmth suffused her and her skin tingled under his frank appreciation. Her pussy throbbed and burned for him though he’d barely touched her. Their earlier fuckfest had ignited a fire in her. She reached for him but he evaded her seeking hands.
“Please, Kevin.”
He gave her a knowing smile, lowered his head, and covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. A low groan escaped him, sparking a white-hot explosion of desire deep inside her. Her arms slid tight around his neck, her fingers tangled in thick dark hair, and she squirmed as close to him as possible. With another low groan, he shifted and lay over her, his mouth moving slow and sure on hers.
Zoë swept her tongue past his lips on a frantic exploration, craving the dark erotic flavors of his kiss. Her straining breasts rubbed his chest as she squirmed under him, her thigh grazing his rigid cock. A delighted gasp escaped and she clenched her thighs against his hips, holding him to her. Only when her lungs burned from oxygen-deprivation did he drag his mouth from hers. His eyes glittered as he stared down at her.
“Don’t stop.” The unexpected plea burst from her before she thought it. Her arms locked around his neck.
“I have no intention of stopping.” Eyes smoldering with tightly Did you mean tight? passion, he lowered his head and blazed a fiery trail to her breasts. The first swipe of his tongue on her sizzling skin sent a line of fire straight to her pussy. She arched her back, offering him more. His mouth closed over her turgid nipple. A sharp gasp of pleasure parted her lips. His large calloused An actor with a calloused hand?hand molded her other breast, thumb flicking her nipple until she panted in ecstasy.
He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples stood gleaming wet, hard tiny peaks that only added to the erotic sensations slamming into her. That wicked mouth of his moved lower, scorching a path straight to the throbbing folds of her drenched pussy. His intention unmistakable, Zoë sucked in a sharp breath. Anticipation erupted into blazing need. Fingers tangled in his silky black hair, she urged him on.
His tongue stroked over her dark curls, damp with need of him. Shivers of delight zipped up her spine. Every muscle in her body tightened, eager for more. Using his talented tongue, he licked, nibbled, and lapped up her juices, sucking on her clit, until she burned. Her pussy throbbed in time with her frantic heartbeat as she held his head clamped between her quivering thighs. Blood boiling hotter and hotter, she twisted and bucked. Whimpered pleas erupted from her tight throat. His tongue slid deep inside her and her senses soared, spiraling into desperation.
He replaced his tongue with his finger and sucked hard on her clit as his finger probed and retreated, over and over, stroking every nerve into an inferno. Eyes closed tight, Zoë lost herself in overwhelming sensations, tension coiling tight as a wound spring. Higher and higher, his ministrations pushed her until all that delicious tension snapped. Reality exploded in earth-shattering climax that lasted forever yet ended all too soon.
Heart pounding an erratic rhythm, Zoë drifted in freefall. Her eyes opened and she gaped at Kevin eyeing her with an intensity that confused even as it surprised her. He shifted to lie beside her, head propped on his hand as his glittering stare roamed over her sweat slick body, flushed form pleasure. She reached for his hard cock but he pinned her hands over her head, his hand clamped around her wrists like a shackle.
“Not yet. There’s so much more to give you.”
“More?” she squeaked in disbelief. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can,” he growled. “You will.”
Releasing her wrists, he palmed her breast, rubbed his thumb over her distended nipple. Wildfire streaked to her pussy. His other hand roamed in slow, methodical strokes down her stomach, scorching her skin until every nerve in her body blazed once more to life. He slid his finger deep into her wet pussy, igniting that terrible burning need again. A dull throb began deep inside her, spreading until her fingers and toes actually tingled. With hands, lips, teeth, and tongue, he devastated her senses and brought her once again to ecstatic heights of sensual pleasure.
He stopped, left her teetering on the edge, and she blinked. Craving him to complete her, she dug her fingers into his upper arms, urging him to finish what he started, to quench the raging fires. Instead of taking her over the edge into orgasm, he shifted position over her and kissed her with drugging intensity, his tongue gliding over hers in an erotic tango.
Drowning in sensation, swamped by more pleasure than she had ever known, she let out a groan of fierce need. She squirmed beneath him, restless.
“Now, Kevin,” she begged, her voice raw. “More.”
“Now,” he agreed, plunged his rigid cock deep inside her, and went completely still.
“Oh god, yes,” she panted at the force of his invasion.
Sensation after sensation slammed into her, rocked her world, and shifted every preconceived notion she ever held about sex as she erupted around him. Reality shattered. Aware only of Kevin, she gasped and arched her back, demanding he move and give her more. Her breasts rubbed his chest, a fiery friction that sent her mind reeling once more. Kevin let out a low groan, moving slightly inside her.
Convinced she now had him exactly where she wanted him; she wrapped her legs around him and wriggled. He withdrew, slow and easy so every nerve in her oversensitive pussy rep: quivered. His gaze steady on her eyes, he plunged again to the hilt. Her eyes drifted closed as he continued sliding in and out of her greedy body, rasping over ultra sensitive nerve endings. Spine-tingling shivers had her thighs rep: quivering, grasping, to urge him faster. He kept up the slow torturous pace until she panted, on the edge of that freefall into ecstasy. Her fingers dug into his ass, her arms locked around him.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you explode.”
That harsh command slammed into her, sent her even higher. Wrapped up in him and their volcanic passion, she snapped her eyes open, straight into his smoldering stare. He plunged, fast, hard, and deep. The universe coiled tight inside her snapped and exploded into brilliant shards of rep: ecstasy. She screamed, again and again. Her gaze clung to his but her vision grayed as that mind-shattering rep: ecstasy drained her. Frozen in climax above her, he stared down at her as his cock throbbed deep in her greedy pussy.
His name echoed in her ears, in her soul, as he collapsed on top of her, chest heaving with every ragged breath. Astounded, she blinked and stared into his eyes.
“Incredible,” she murmured, barely able to get the word out.
“Yeah, it was.”
Pure male satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. He levered his weight on his elbows and just looked at her, as though committing her to memory. His finger stroked strands of sweat-dampened hair from her flushed face. He opened his mouth and closed it but said nothing, his steady gaze fixed on hers. Lowering his head, he slid his lips into a lazy fit over hers, his tongue sliding over hers in slow tender strokes in a kiss that pierced her heart and destroyed her. Eyes watering, she blinked. No man had ever touched her deepest soul, until now. He lifted his head, peered at her. Concern darkened his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right,” she murmured, linking her hands behind his neck. “Too right.”
Triumph flashed in his eyes and vanished as he kissed her again, slow and sweet. Finally, he rolled off her, spooned her against him, and pulled the covers up over them. As she slid into sleep, he surrounded her, filling her senses until her heart ached. aw

Zoë snapped her eyes open into oppressive rep: darkness. Senses flaring, she found—nothing. She blinked but the inky black didn’t change, smothering her in its greedy grasp. As she hung in the middle of nothing so rep: dark andrep: black it actually hurt her eyes, therep: blackness began to fade. She clung to the broad trunk of a tree, straddling a thick branch. The overpowering stench of sulfur and something she couldn’t name invaded her nose. Clamping her mouth shut, she trapped her breath in her throat. When she finally had to breathe or pass out, she gulped air thick with the greasy odors floating up form the ground under her. Her eyes watered and tears blurred her vision but she couldn’t react or the robed figures milling about would find her.
Zoë frowned. Unlike the other dreams, her adult self hugged the tree rather than the child. This could not be memory. She shook her head. No, it couldn’t be a vision. She never had visions. Zoë Adams lived an ordinary if solitary life, recently sidetracked by the extraordinary passion she found with Kevin.
The low murmur of voices drew her attention to the ground beneath her dangling feet. The full moon cast a harsh glare over the chilling scene. Compelled against her will, Zoë looked down at a scene right out of a nightmare.
A seething layer of slime covered a circular area under the tree, in front of a crooked, leaning tombstone. Square not sure what this Square means…, listing heavily to one side where the ground sank, the square rock cast a sharp shadow behind it. Judging from the hideous odor assaulting her nose, sulfur had been sprinkled over or mixed into the nauseating mixture. It bubbled and seethed as though alive. Each bubble burst, releasing more of the toxic stench permeating the area.
Squelching the urge to puke her guts up, Zoë watched, morbidly fascinated by the sickening sight. One robed figure, apparently the leader, drew a large circle in the disgusting slime with a forked stick and then filled the groove with a dark powder. The other two robed figures, assistants, dragged a body into the circle and settled it in the center of the boiling sludge. Zoë clamped a hand to her mouth, stifling a horrified cry. Under the hard glare of the full moon, the dead man’s face grimaced. Zoë jerked her gaze from the corpse, obviously recent.
One assistant held a lighted candle. It appeared black but Zoë couldn’t tell. Her skin crawled and something teased the edge of memory, sliding away before she grasped it. The second assistant led a goat on a leash and carried a sickle. The leader lit nine small candles, lining the slime circle with them. Small flames flickered in a faint breeze, too small to cast shadows in the moon’s glare.
Outside the circle, the leader picked up a black cat and impaled it with an arrow. Zoë choked back a horrified cry, her hand tightening over her mouth as she swallowed bile. Blood spurted and the cat howled in agony. He stuck the arrow in the ground as the cat twisted and meowed, its misery and pain unbearable.
Why doesn’t he just kill it, she wondered, her stomach lurching. She swallowed hard and kept the rising bile down. Heart pounding, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the gruesome scene being enacted under her feet. The leader repeated the impaling with three more black cats, placing them at equidistant points around the bubbling ooze. The miserable howls and mewling of the dying cats filled the air and slithered into her mind, a spine-chilling sound she’d never get out of her head.
Led by a robed figure into the circle, the goat bleated, pulling on the rope in a vain bid for escape. The leader stepped once more into the circle, arms raised above his head. The low drone of his voice rose into the thickening air.
“By virtue of the Holy Resurrection and the agonies of the damned, I conjure and command thee, spirit of Thornton, to answer my demands and obey these sacred ceremonies; on pain of torment and wandering thrice seven years, which by the force of sacred magics, I have power to inflict on thee.”
An eerie shudder rolled over her. Terror wrapped icy fingers around her spine but her eyes remained stubbornly glued to the horror below. As the leader repeated the incantation twice more, the cats squalled in weaker voices, their blood staining the ground black. The air thickened and Zoë’s skin prickled with awareness. Something had joined them. Power rippled in the air, carefully leashed but horrifying in its strength, bound only by the leader calling it forth.
The goat stirred, its pitiful bleating unheeded. One assistant, his robes fluttering around his legs as he moved, plunged a long knife into the goat’s heart. Blood spurted over the assistant and the goat's hide, soaking into the ground. Zoë swallowed hard and broke into a cold sweat.
rep: Blood spurted again like a geyser, the coppery smell mingling with the stench of sweat and the decomposing corpse. The sickle slashed the air, driving down, and slid like a hot knife in butter through the goat's neck. The head to dropped the ground, trailing rep: blood, and wobbled to a stop just inches from the goat’s forelegs.rep: Blood soaked into the seething slime mixture. The same assistant slashed a gaping cavity in the goat’s belly, snatched up the head, and stuffed it into the gaping rep: bloody cavern that had been the goat’s stomach.
Hugging the tree trunk, rough bark digging into her breasts and stomach, bile rising to her throat, Zoë struggled against the need to vomit. The robed assistant mutilated the goat, cutting off other parts and stuffing them into the mouth of the human corpse before throwing the goat next to the dead man.
The second assistant, apparently the least important, threw himself on both carcasses, tearing into the flesh with his teeth and lapping uprep: blood. At dizzying speed, his hands dug into rep: bloody muscle and tissue as he slurped up morerep: blood. As he sat up,rep: blood dripped from his beaming face, delight in his eyes as he faced his leader.
“Oh god no,” Zoë moaned in horrified recognition and froze, staring down at Kevin’s rapturous upturned face. “No, not you. No.” I was wondering if he was going to make an appearance in this vision…
Reality narrowed to Kevin below her. Shouts from the leader barely registered in her shocked brain. Her heart thundered in her ears. Goosebumps erupted on her prickling skin and adrenaline surged into her bloodstream.
Zoë! Dominic’s voice blasted into her mind and the world went rep: black, that inky rep: black nothing smothering her once more.
Dominic! she cried along their link. No, they can’t, not Kevin. How can they know?
They know, Dominic replied as his arms seemed to close around her, soothing and comforting as always after her nightmares, until her heart rate slowed. This is a warning. Leave him. Return to Locke Ridge.
She shook her head, fear clawing at her. No, I can’t. I don’t’ want to go back there.
Dominic would not be swayed. His arms tightened around her. Do you love him?
Yes, she answered without thought and cursed her wayward tongue. She sighed. Denial would make no difference. Dominic would know her feelings.
The time has come, Zoë, Dominic insisted. Even his mental voice brooked no argument. The only way to save him is to come home.
What was that hideous ritual? It tugged at her memory but eluded understanding.
Necromancer ritual; if you stay with him, you condemn him to death. The sorcerer and the demon he serves will find you both.
Shuddering, Zoë surrendered. If leaving Kevin saved his life, she had no choice. All right, Dominic. I’m coming home.

Her eyes snapped open to her bedroom, her suite in LA. She nearly sobbed in relief at the dark room but squelched the urge. Kevin’s arm lay across her waist, his hand tucked between her breasts. His chest pressed her back with each slow steady breath as he slept. So as not to wake him, Zoë eased out of bed, turned and studied him. He slept on his side, tousled hair partially covering his face. He looked so relaxed in sleep the thought of what her disappearance would do to him shamed her. With his lovemaking, he’d imprinted himself on her heart and soul. She would never forget him, would always love him, but she could not stay with him. aw, there has to be a way…

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