Free Nocturnal Obsession by Lolita Lopez

Chapter One
    With her pale blue nightgown fluttering above her knees, her bare feet padded across the soft Persian carpet as she entered a room that was a veritable den of iniquity.
    The space was decorated in the style of a harem, yards of overlapping saffron silk draping the walls while contrasting panels of gauzy crimson curtained off an area directly across the room. Heady scents of jasmine, sandalwood and frankincense permeated the heavy night air. Lowering her eyelids, she breathed deeply, infusing her lungs with the aromatic aphrodisiacs. Smiling lazily, she opened her eyes and welcomed the rich colors and dim lighting. They encouraged relaxation, and instantly her stressful burdens began to diminish, fading away from her thoughts as she focused on enjoying the present.
    Perusing the room, she approached a pair of short, square benches with tufted chartreuse cushions. Silver trays of chocolate delicacies and chilled champagne sat upon the cushions, and she obliged her sweet tooth by nibbling a square of chocolate and swallowing a tipple of the cold champagne. As she enjoyed the epicurean delights, she surveyed the room with a closer eye. To her left stood a plush sofa upholstered in stripes of orange and yellow chenille. A mosaic table in front of the sofa bore a crystal hookah , already assembled with a vase full of water, the shisha carefully packed into the bowl. On one side of the hookah were wooden boxes of charcoal, matches and assorted shishas for replenishing; on the other sat a bottle of absinthe, glasses, a bowl of sugar cubes and a carafe of ice water, everything required to mix up a perfect complement to the smoking experience.
    Her champagne flute empty, she returned it to the silver tray. She crossed the room with a purpose, curious to see what lay behind the red gossamer curtains. Grasping the edges, she drew back the thin curtains and discovered a long, wide mattress resting 5
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    directly on the floor. It was covered in glossy chartreuse sheets with dozens of satin pillows in various colors scattered across it. She tested the firmness of the mattress with her toes. It gave just enough that she was seized by an urge to fall back onto it, spread eagle, but she resisted.
    It was odd really, but she couldn’t quite remember how she came to be in this room or why she had come here in the first place. It almost seemed familiar but, well…wasn’t. It was all very confusing, and as she tried to work it out, her forehead wrinkled and she pensively bit her lower lip.
    Suddenly, she was aware of another presence in the room. Innately sensitive, she listened for the telltale sounds of footsteps and extended her protective aura in a defensive gesture. She felt no danger as she slowly searched the room with her gaze and slightly relaxed her tense muscles. And then she saw him stepping out from behind an intricately carved wooden screen.
    He brazenly presented his nude form, confidently striding slowly toward her. Eyes widening, she raked a surprised albeit appreciative glance across his naked body. To say that he was a genuine Adonis seemed an understatement. He radiated raw sexuality with his bronzed and toned body, angular jaw and aquiline nose. Piercing azure eyes and tousled straw-colored hair added to his captivating nature, but it was something else that captured her attention—a sizeable erection jutting forth from a tuft of blond hair.
    And what a cock it was! Thick, turgid and the head already scarlet with arousal.
    Instinctually, her tongue stole out to lick her lips as thoughts of taking that proud cock into her mouth rushed through her mind. She imagined the feel of his hot skin against her lips, her tongue caressing the tip, his hands in her hair, gripping her face…
    Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she realized that she was staring, and she swallowed, suddenly self conscious. Seemingly amused, he boldly met her gaze and daringly crossed the remaining space between them. Her