As we mentioned yesterday, Talk Supe is hosting a late night special this week with one of our favorite book blogger friends, Miss Vain of Miss Vain's Paranormal Fantasy. Each night we will be posting tales of Miss Vain's date night escapades with some of her favorite book boyfriends. Be ready to follow Miss Vain around the world as she desperately tries to make a love connection with some of the richest, most handsome and lethal men in her paranormal universe.
Tonight we will be reading about Vain's red hot date with Bones from Jeaniene Frost's Nigh Huntress series. It baffles my mind as to how Bones was able to keep this date hidden from his kick-ass wife, Cat. Let's cross our fingers and hope that Miss Vain returns home safely without having any silver knives sticking out of her chest.
Bones is going to pick me up, he's ditched his trademark jean jacket for Black slacks, Gucci shoes and matching sports coat and belt. Of course much to Bones satisfaction if judging by the enormous bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach when he first kisses me I'll be wearing a tight low cut black form fitting cocktail dress with see-through mesh sleeves with Rhinestoned cuffs and my trademark black stiletto Christian Louboutin's with the red bottom soles. Quickly I see his eyes take in my cleavage and I then winder if its the swell of my bosom he enjoys or if its the rare pink diamond necklace he bought me that's dropping in between my peaks. He's has eyes for only me and would do anything, to please me. Since he can fly, there's no need to waste the time waiting for him to charter a plane when he can carry me above the clouds while kissing and sucking on my neck the entire time. Each time he kisses me it's as if it's our first time. The way his hands move effortlessly around my body it's as if he's trying to memorize it to make a statue later.
He surprises me when we land on the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. It's amazing, beautiful, spellbinding, absolutely breathtaking and my eyes haven't even left Bones yet. He has dinner prepared with candlelight with a sparkly view of Paris waiting for me. He feeds me shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, then slowly licks cocktail sauce that I've clumsily let fall on my lips, in that instant he's kissing me as if that drop of cocktail sauce is blood and he needs it to survive. Shortly the Matr'D brings fresh Lobster to the table dripping with butter, and oh so delicious. He once again insists on feeding me, then licking the excess melted butter of my lips. I'm drinking my favorite drink of choice Diet Dr Pepper while Bones drinks his glass of Dom Perione but with each sip, he stares at me with such devoted primal hunger it's as if he's undressing me with his eyes. when dessert arrives I forgo the cheesecake when Bones whispers in my ears Bloody hell I'd like some sweet, succulent, you for my dessert." No longer interested in a romantic walk around Paris with Bones. Tonight hes my drug of choice and I plan to overdose on him all night long.
I decide going back to the hotel is a much better choice rather than having to put up with that gorgeous yet psycho stalker of his Cimmaron taking pictures like she works for TMZ and shamelessly throwing herself at him. Quite frankly it's embarrassing! At the same time, I don't want to share him with anyone tonight. I want to drown in his ecstasy over and over again. He has car service waiting for us so we can reacquaint ourselves with each other the entire ride to the hotel. Once we're inside Bones rolls up the window partition as he slowly kisses his way down my tight body. While one hand is rubbing against my wet sex the other is exploring everywhere else and he lowers himself until he is worshipping my body like its his deity and it's his honor to serve me. As I begging to scream his name, "Bones, yes baby" the car comes to an abrupt stop as I let out a dissapointed sigh I discover where at the hotel. Quickly Bones helps to rearrange my clothing, and we begin our entrance into the foyer of the magnificent and ubber posh Classic luxury Hotel De Crillon in Paris, France.
Upon our arrival inside the hotel, a very courteous (well courteous to Bones) man greets us and begins to show us the royal treatment. I gasp and chuckle a bit when I realize his name badge says Mrs. Crispin only then do I discover that once again Bones stalker has reached an all time low, she's now posing as a man with a cheap horse hair wig working at our hotel. Talk about frustrating, I almost tweet my friends at Talk Supe to tell all about it but I decide against it as I notice that Bones stalker is insisting that we must stay in separate hotel room since we are unmarried. She/He states it's hotel policy. Bones is furious and he's ready to leave this establishment until he looks into her eyes and says "You will allow us to stay in the same Penthouse room, and you will promptly deliver, candles, matches, whipped cream, and chocolate to our room." Instantly his green eyed glamour works well on the mind control of humans and I'm in Bones paradise again. Score!!
Bones sticks his elevator key into the door giving us access to the penthouse suite floor, and I'm impatient as the elevator ride takes too much time as he's already carrying me in his arms, devouring me with every kiss. Running his hands down my breast, my back, through my hair while his fangs pierce my neck. I cry out for more and Bones always the advantageous and generous lover always gives me what I want. Alas the elevator arrives to the penthouse floor it arrives and in a flash I'm behind the locked hotel suite door with only Bones and I. He smiles and licks his lips as he begins to undress me, slowly, never taking his eyes off of me. He carries me to the bed he gently lays me down and begins to torture me with his tongue, his fingers and his mouth reacquainting himself with every inch of my body. He then slowly pulls two pairs of handcuffs out of his pockets and cuffs each of my hands above my head leaving me at the mercy of his deepest desires, yet all I want to do us touch his chiseled abs, run my hands through his hair, and let my hands drift lower to discover just how happy he is to see me. He then begins drizzling the chocolate on my nipples and he licks it off, piecing my nipple with his fangs, I cry out in pleasure then proceeds to do the same on the other. He sprays whipped cream on my neck and my inner thighs while he dropped warm wax on my tummy, leaving me gasping me for more and begging for release. He won't release my hands from the cuffs while he stands over me and strokes his long hard shaft, teasing me to no end. He plunges inside of me and I cry out at how huge he is and he pulls out teasing me. He strokes himself again for me long, and hard knowing its driving me crazy with a desire I cant reach while he has me handcuffed to the bed. He begins to kiss and lick down my neck while touching my body in ways no mortal man has ever touched me before. Slowly as he lowers himself down my body he never breaks eye contact with me. He never misses an inch as he devours me with devotion to worshipping my body. Bones is all about providing pleasure to me in all the right places. Just when I reach my climax and I'm screaming his name "Bones" I feel something dripping on me…
.........And then the room fills with water, as the sprinklers come on, flooding the room, as it appears that his stalker must be immune to his green eyed glamoured charm of persuasion ....Our moment has been ended abruptly, but no for long.
To be continued...…..
About Miss Vain
About Miss Vain
She's 31 years old and a lover of all things paranormal. She reads too much, talks books too much, and quite often forgets that these people that drive her crazy, and the men that overload her daydreams are FICTIONAL!
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