-Something happened? Did something bother you? -Mayra got up with a sigh as she looked for the pawn and covered her body.
At twenty, Mayra was considered one of the most beautiful and desired courtesans in Chabone. She was an unusually beautiful young woman of Gypsy descent. Her Jambo-colored skin was a striking contrast to her almond-shaped, clear eyes. Her long black hair sported wavy curls that fell her back. She rolled her eyes to show her displeasure at her lover.
For two years, she had an affair with a man capable of satisfying her like no other. It's not just about expensive gifts. He was always generous, and he was very fond of seeing new dresses that perfectly outlined her curvy body. Mayra was delighted to be presented with jewellery. She was his exclusive lover. He was a strong man, determined and most of the time with a mania for controlling everything.
In the first few months after she'd finally realized that Richard Morgan wasn't going to give her the desired attention, she'd decided to take advantage of the opportunities offered and had never regretted the decision. For some time...
Philip Morgan was equally an heir to lands and powerful. The discovery that the lover was a wolf and that wolves did not breed while assuming animal form for a time had been a bitter defeat that Morgan had easily turned around. Mayra had nothing to complain about in life, especially with the generous allowance she received every month.
-Nothing! - the answer was vague and distant. Philip Morgan had barely slept. -He was agitated and tense.
Mayra stared at her lover. Philip Morgan indifferently the woman stood by the window. It was the damn dreams that disturbed him.
Even slightly annoyed, she admired his bearing, his muscles detailed from the physical activity of his trade. A bottle of wine was unopened beside the piano. He hadn't stopped at the piano to strum a few songs and liked it whenever he played.
She knew should avoid commenting on the reason for his annoyance. She had heard comments from the sailors that Rick was infatuated with a young peasant girl. Richard's indifference had made her grow fond of her lover.
-Did I wake up? - Phil asked cursing mentally.
Mayra was a beautiful woman. She always could satisfy his needs without refusing any of the daring she might suggest. He should at least be in bed. Or else, having chosen the bottle of cognac. Surely she could sleep. Her mind conjured up torrid images that brought frustration. Her dreams had become erotic images of a hellish, green-eyed girl with red hair. Torture.
He imagined he was losing all his wits. He had only seen the girl for a short time. Throughout the trip, however, it was possible to idealize minute details. The damn dowry... the temptation was tremendous...
Cassie seemed to have bewitched him. He had visions of her on the deck of the ship or in the cabin, only wearing her delicate lace nightgown, her neck highlighted by a necklace of black pearls that contrasted perfectly against the fair skin that could drive him crazy. She had already managed to imagine the impossible. Her mind had tortured him with images of the girl held in his arms, wearing only jewellery as he liked while possessing her. The situation worsened overnight. The dreams were so vivid... that just remembering them made his manhood stiff. She was attractive and showed a certain intolerance for rules and orders.
And the worse. The unfortunate girl was her brother's wife. Damn the devil!
The sex that time was very frustrating. Nothing Mayra had done had managed to take her mind off the torture images. Mayra wasn't a fool to realize that he'd left the bed fully aroused without picking her up.
Just close your eyes. Her hands sought her lover's breasts in even worse torture that soon Mayra began to protest. Philip was carried away by the fantasy that Cassie was there.
The delicate, white skin felt satiny under her fingers. He watched her breasts while the girl seemed surprised by the caresses. This time they wouldn't just be dreams. ..Not if Rick had to be taken care of in an unfortunate accident.
He couldn't believe what he had done! The scent of jasmine permeated all his senses. There was something about this girl that aroused his most primal instincts. His body was on fire with pheromone. He had the feeling he was groaning under the girl's name in husky grunts as he pulled Mayra to the bed greedily, showing off like a pagan god.
Never before had he appreciated inexperienced women, only the possessive thought of the girl being touched by another man was able to drive her out of her mind.
-You are mine! - he roared louder. - Ride me. Come on, my beautiful. Move, Mayra. So... Deeper, sweetheart. put me all... Put me all inside you!
-Philip Morgan! - Mayra punched him violently in the chest indignantly, struggling.
Yet his virility intoxicated her. In an instant, she felt his fiery invasion making her smother moans. She knew he was aroused. She squirmed with his manhood shifting and arching her hips unsteadily as he began other tortures. His fingers caressed her intimately, making her tremble. She slipped into him, potent manhood filling her.
The protests didn't last long when she noticed him pulling her away to position himself between her legs while she started more penetrating and intimate caresses, eliciting new angry moans. He imagined what? He wasn't going to have her thinking about the unfortunate girl, only the revolt was soon forgotten.
Philip Morgan with renewed ardour thrust his body against her. A single strong, deep thrust. Full of pressure! Mayra smothered a cry of pleasure.
-That. I want to hear you whispering my name, baby.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
The invasive sensation…she enjoyed the way he let himself sink deeper into her body, the fevered, rhythmic movements almost…almost leaving her zoned. Morgan was always unpredictable. The man increased the pace without letting her breathe. And his fingers... Mercy. They left caresses that made her skin burn, massaging where she most wanted. He usually didn't tease her that much.
She might as well forget the unhappy girl's name. The way he thrust, forcing her to receive him fully inside her… He knew how to please a woman, as the thrusts came stronger and deeper, her fingers touching a specific spot. Her breath was now laboured and she was starting to shake.
-Philip! - she sighed.
-This time I'll do more. You'll know I've been inside you every time you move. I will hurt you.
Mayra didn't look at him; the anger, however, was soon abandoned as she felt him lift his hips, heightening the sensation of penetration, groaning incoherent words. Strong spasms raged through her. She was sure the body was exploding into a thousand pieces. Pulled away for just a moment and she felt the violent assault of emotions as he intimately savoured her body, surrendering completely. That tongue... Even more astonished, she realized he hadn't interrupted intercourse and found herself admiring the man above her, breathing heavily.
The time it took for Mayra to come back from the clouds to that room made her furious. Had he left his mark on the damn girl?
-Did Rick bite the damn girl, Philip? - she complained. - You look like an old wolf with a toothache and grumpy. Hadn't he said that wolves didn't taste human blood?
Philip swore under his breath, not wanting to remember. God! It had to be sorcery.
-Forget the unfortunate. - He complained furious and determined. I'm going to end this supposed marriage before you know it. Not even if you need to get rid of the girl.
He was going to get rid of the damn obsession. Those green eyes were making him burn in hell. He changed the position, still excited, positioning himself over Mayra, turning her on her back to slap her behind and firmly penetrate again. She let out a cry of surprise. Compassion. How could he? Her body was still shaking and he came back to tease her with madness.
The money... Philip shuddered with sheer pleasure as he imagined the girl's dowry in his hands.