Free Secret Souls by Roberta Latow Page B

coming from a lady, a beautiful goddess of a woman whom he loved, it was even more thrilling, more wild.
    This was inspired sexual seduction on Chadwick’s part, played out to make them forget their egos and souls, love and the responsibility of relationships. Here was a woman who wanted to whip them both into anything goes sex. And she knew very well how to do it, Chadwick was a master at it. They were out of their clothes and over the edge sexually. Manoussos threw her face down on a carpet in front of the fireplace. The moonlight playing on her body only added to the mystery of Chadwick’s sexual lust – oh, yes, there was definitely a mysterious and secretive quality about her sexuality. Manoussos used her white silk scarf to tie her wrists to the legs of a chair and held her down with one arm as he lit a match and tossed it into the fire laid in the hearth. It flared upat once and he turned his attention to Chadwick who was trying to turn herself over.
    ‘No,’ he told her firmly. She obeyed him and lay there quite still. He found a cushion and brought it back to her so she could rest her face upon it, stroked her hair and kissed the back of her neck, bit into it until she squirmed with pain. There were no caresses; no affection or foreplay would take place. One long and admiring look at her stunningly sexy body – the whiteness of the skin, the firmness and shapeliness of her flesh – was all he could manage. The heat of her desire to be possessed by him, her openness and vulnerability, he could refuse her nothing of what she wanted she had manipulated him into her kind of lust, the sex she wanted. Now it was what he wanted, what he now demanded she accept.
    He took his belt and used it across her bottom, not to give her pain but to awaken her lust further. Just a few strokes and she was trembling with anticipation of what was to come. He threw the belt across the room and laid his body over hers, rubbed himself up and down her several times, to feel her skin against his. He was madly, deeply, lustful for Chadwick. He raised her to her knees by her waist from behind and without ceremony, in one fell swoop, thrust as hard and as deep as was possible. She called out in a scream of passion and delight. He found his pace which was for her breathlessly quick and thrilling. At her instigation he took her wherever possible from behind and they had sex unfettered by fear and morality, became like animals in rut. They wallowed in their lust and depravity and both came several times until they collapsed in a heap of exhausted bliss.
    Chadwick triggered a lust in them both that simply could not be sated. They bathed together and in the shower, after he came to her delivery of exquisite oral sex, she made more demands that rendered him passive, on the receiving ends of her thrusts, under her control. Only lying in her arms and watching a dozing Chadwick did Manoussos come to understand that Chadwick Chase was the most dangerous thing that had ever entered his life and that for the time being he could do nothing about it, he had already thrown caution to the four winds. She had entrapped himin lust and love. He was enslaved as he ruthlessly enslaved so many women to him, for sex, a momentary love. He prayed this was not to be a case of poetic justice.

Chapter 4
    It was oppressively warm and humid and there was a thick mauvy-pearl mist hovering in the trees. Chadwick could occasionally hear the rustle of some small animal in the underbrush, a larger one among the flowering plants: azalea, mountain laurel in an array of colours, rhododendron as large as small trees, and her favourite, dogwood, growing wild in the forest. From an unseen sun, streaks of brighter mist shone down at steep angles between the trunks of trees: ash, beech, elm, chestnut, the tulip poplar, pine, spruce.
    Chadwick knew these woods as no one else. This was where she really lived. Here was where she played out her dreams, when she wasn’t sitting in a