Desires of the Flesh (The Dark Lord)

“Oh fuck, Alyson, I’m coming, oh shit, yesssss…” He arched his neck and she looked down to see the veins pulse as he shot his seed onto her over and over. She wanted the spurts of his desire spraying her insides but safe sex is safe sex.

“Mmm, you’re a great fuck.” Alyson slowly eased off him. “Here’s a towel. You’d better clean up since you made a mess and I ain’t sleeping in the wet spot.”

Moments later, they lay on the bed. He looked at Alyson and slowly massaged her back as she sprawled next to him. “Why me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why me?” he asked again. “I meet you at work and suddenly we’re, well, we’re like this. Everyone said you were some kind of ice princess.”

“Oh really? What else did they say about me?” She smiled lazily.

He laughed. “Well, the guys at the magazine said that if you uncross and cross your legs, the furnace kicks on. That—or you were a lesbian.”

“What do you think?”

“Oh fuck no. You’re hotter than the sun. But I’m curious why you suddenly became interested in me.”

Alyson turned over then smacked his hand away when he tried to play with her nipples. “A friend told me I would meet someone. Someone who could be special.”

“How’d you assume it was me?”

“I had a hint. I figured it was you after you introduced yourself and told me your name.”

“What? You thought it was me because my name is Mark?”

“Yep.”

“What else did this psychic friend tell you?”

“Not a lot. I haven’t heard from him in a while. I know he’s looking for someone. I just hope he finds her.”

Epilogue

Drizzle filled the air as the dark man stood once more in front of the grave.

He bent down and brushed aside the dead leaves from the metal plaque, placed his red rose across it and then rose back to his feet. Rain was a double-edged curse for him.

It never failed to bring the memory of that one tragic and heartbreaking night, but it also brought the reminder of a fresh start.

Turning to leave, he knew his future course was unsure. Where would he go? Who would he meet? They were questions for which he had no answers and he walked aimlessly down the narrow and silent paths of the cemetery. After leaving the sacred grounds, he continued his slow progress through the rain that now fell steadily.

He was jarred out of his mindless wandering when he bumped into someone coming out of a diner.

A petite woman looked up at him, her eyes dark and mysterious. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” Rain droplets clung to her jet-black hair as it flowed down her spine.

He stared back at her. “It’s all right. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.”

She glanced down at his chest and saw the shimmer of his gold medallion. “Wow, that’s gorgeous. May I see it?”

The dark man paused then pulled it over his head, placing it in the woman’s hand and watching her face as she touched the piece.

She couldn’t take her eyes from the jewelry as it sat in her palm. He knew she’d feel warmth creeping through her body when she closed her hand around it and wasn’t surprised to see her jaw shudder as the power of the medallion radiated through her.

He took her hand and unfolded her fingers.

She looked back up at him, blinking, lost in what had just happened. Her gaze drifted down his body, noting the black clothing clinging to his muscles and lingering on the outline of his cock.

With a deep breath, she licked her lips and spoke. “I have heard of you. I know who you are.”