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  She stroked her soft pussy, allowing her fingertips to play at her opening, teasing. She caught her breath when, this time, the request brought an answer, but she did not open her eyes, lest the hallucination disappear. Her fingers continued to delve into her labia.

  Drake's heart leapt with joy at her summoning. He spoke, his tone laced with desire.

  "I am here.” The closeness of the now familiar voice startled Amy. It sounded as if he was in the water with her, yet she had felt no one enter. A hand stroked the inside of her thigh.

  "You are so beautiful,” he said, leaning in to capture a nipple between his lips. Amy's back arched. She wondered for a moment why she didn't open her eyes, but his breath on her throat erased the thought from her mind.

  She moaned. “If I open my eyes, will you disappear?"

  "No.” He breathed the word onto her damp skin as his hand cupped her sex.

  Amy's lips curled upward at the corners in that fine way that women have. “Good.” She leaned her head back, eyes closed.

  She felt him smile against her breast. “Yesss.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “I am as real as you make me, Amy. Show me your desire. Touch me.” A finger slipped into her and she pushed her hips to meet him. “Mmmm. So wet,” he almost growled. “Even under the water, your desire scorches away any pretense."

  Amy would have blushed at any other time, but now she only sighed and brought her hand up to lay it on the back of her phantom lover. She caught her breath at his warmth, her eyes fluttering open to look upon him in wakefulness for the first time.

  He lifted his face. Green-grey eyes met hers. The lust burning in them stoked her own, and she moved her trembling hands slowly down his back to knead the muscles of his flanks. She closed her eyes again with a moan, just missing the knowing smile that curled his lips. He watched her tilt her head back. Taking full advantage as her body slid down, he thrust his finger deeper into her. Amy cried out and her hips thrust onto him.

  "More,” she whispered.

  He complied, adding a finger. Amy moaned; throaty, wanton music to make his digits dance within her. The need in her built. It no longer mattered that this was her imagination. It felt real. She gazed down at this man who so ravished her senses as he fingered her and flicked her nipples with his tongue. His hard cock pressed into her soft thigh as his hips thrust instinctively in his excitement. Amy felt her own spirit respond, her passions gathering in her belly, quivering there, begging to be released.

  She heard her own voice plead, “Please, don't stop,” she panted. “I need ... oh, God! Please..."

  He claimed her mouth with a ravenous kiss as she felt his cock nudge her opening...

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  Someone was pounding on the door.

  "Miss! Miss, are you all right in there?” Damn. She'd forgotten about the staff.

  Drake looked into her eyes for the briefest time, his own eyes filled with regret, and disappeared. “Nooo!” She wailed in frustration. Then she realized that this might bring the housekeeper in, and hastily amended her words.

  "I'm fine, Chloe. Don't worry,” she called.

  Chloe's doubt was plain in her tone. “If you say so, Miss."

  Amy splashed noisily. “I'm just enjoying a bath after the long trip home."

  "Miss Amy, I heard you screaming. Are you sure?"

  Amy offered the most plausible explanation she could think of. “Oh. That was—there was a spider. It's gone now.” She hated to lie, but there was just no way she could tell the truth. This seemed to satisfy her protective housekeeper.

  "Okay, Miss. Let me know if you need anything. I'm the only one here right now.” Amy sighed in relief as she heard Chloe leave her bedroom door. The phantom's influence now gone, she shook her head to clear it, rising to her knees in the water and reaching for a towel. Drake's head bobbing against her clit made her jump and squeal.

  "Oh!” She fell back onto her heels. Drake had seemed to press against her. “But that's not possible,” she insisted. Then she considered all of the events of the past few days; how the little toy had been present, and the strange warmth. Scooping up the duck, she scrutinized it. “You seem to be normal. Extraordinarily crafted, but still, not alive."

  It seemed that a fog began to dissipate, uncovering a realization. Her mind grasped at it, but the fog once again clouded her thoughts and she felt a wash of stimulation that took her breath away. She rose from the water, delighting in its sensual caress as it flowed down over her curves. Was it her imagination? Did her skin seem more sensitive than ever before? The pleasure of hands caressing her thighs drove the idea from her mind. She moaned, helpless under the effect of the phantom as invisible hands glided up and over her ass and he sampled her. Her knees buckled and she tumbled backward, landing on her back in the middle of her plush bath mat.

  Warm hair caressed Amy as shoulders pushed her thighs apart. Hot breath bathed her pussy and a tongue probed her opening for the briefest moment before licking deeply through her lips. Amy moaned and writhed, then giggled as the phantom lapped lightly up her center from mound to throat.

  "Hey, that tickles! Stop—ohhh. Oh, don't stop.” Her protests segued to moans as the hot mouth closed over her nipple and she felt her spirit lover smile against her breast. “Let me see you again,” she begged.

  "No, my love. Not yet."

  Soft lips closed over hers and she felt him adjust his hips. Amy moaned at the sensation of his cock pushing at her pussy. “You want this. Tell me you want this,” he whispered against her cheek.

  In answer, she tried to push against the tantalizing smooth flesh pressing into her. He pulled back, eliciting a frustrated groan from her. “You must tell me. I will not take you unwilling."

  Amy opened her eyes. “Let me see your face. I want to look into your eyes. Please.” She felt him lift his head and chest. His eyes materialized clearly, surrounded by impressions of the phantom's face and hair. Amy drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What is your name?"

  The eyes smiled. “You know my name. You named me."

  She felt a chill as the meaning of this sank into her mind. Then warmth occluded both thought and fear as he bent to kiss her again. Taking another deep breath, she gazed into the eyes before her. “Drake,” she whispered, surrendering completely. “I am offering myself to you. Take me."

  His head sank down again and his cock slipped slowly into her. “Your offering is sweet, my love,” he breathed as he began to pump. She thrust her hips to meet him, and he growled softly. “I want to feel all of you."

  His hands slid down her legs as he sat up on his knees, never stopping his slow, sensual movements. Amy had sunk so deeply into the bliss of the moment that the strangeness of being fucked by an invisible man—a force, really—no longer concerned her. All she wanted was to feel him, to please him, to hear him and taste him.

  Drake brought her legs up over his shoulders and she yelped as he buried his cock more quickly and more deeply than before. Again he growled, increasing his speed, guiding her with his hands on her ass. “I've dreamt of you for ages; my perfect angel, my salvation,” he hissed. Amy felt a little thrill of fear at the intensity of the words, but at that moment, he began to move his hips in a little circle as he pumped in and out of her and his finger pressed into her ass.

  She moaned and writhed to help him as his cock head stroked her g-spot on every in and every out. “Please, I need to see you,” she implored.

  "Cum for me, Amy,” he demanded.

  She shook her head. “No. I can't. I won't until I can see you,” she panted, praying that she had the fortitude to make good the threat. She felt she would explode at any moment, closing her eyes in order to concentrate.

  "Yes, you will, my love.” He hoisted her up to his face and, this time, ate her as a scrumptious fruit, with intent to make her juices flow. “You will.” His thumb slid into her pussy, and his finger, wet with her, slipped easily into her ass.

  Amy squealed and squirmed but there was no es
caping her passions under his skill, and when his teeth closed gently over her clit, the energies gathering in her belly exploded. His tongue probed her, taking every drop offered. At length, he withdrew and she felt his cheek against her belly as she panted. He laid her gently down onto the mat and withdrew.

  Drake's voice came from above her, at her feet. “Never tell me you won't. Come.” She looked up toward the voice's point of origin and caught her breath at the sight of him. He leaned down, eyes burning with passion, and offered his hand. Amy took the hand without a word and let out a squeak when he pulled her to her feet in a swift action designed to haul her off balance and necessitate that she lean on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, he set fire to her soul with his gaze. He swept her from the floor in one motion and kissed her, passions inexorable as the moonrise. She was dimly aware that he was carrying her.

  When he relinquished her to the bed, Amy devoured him with her eyes even as he possessed her with his. She reached for him, and he closed his eyes as she ran her hand tentatively up his forearm. He let out a low moan and moved closer to her.

  "Do you know how long it has been since a woman has touched me?"

  Amy only sighed in response and continued to pet his arm, now caressing his shoulders and neck as he bent over her.

  "Let me,” she whispered. “Lay with me, Drake.” Her hands, so small on him, pulled on his arm. He straddled her and lowered himself over her. His hair created a veil around her face and shoulders.

  "There will be time, if all goes well.” She opened her mouth as if to protest, but his ardent kisses silenced her as he rolled her over to top him. Holding her hips, he extended his fingers around her ass.

  Closing her eyes, Amy groaned. “I need to feel you."

  In answer, Drake lifted her and set her on his cock. She was so wet that he had no difficulty sliding it into her. He could hardly believe how tight this girl was. Being inside her was so incredible that he didn't want to let her move. He held her down on him with his full length buried inside her.

  Amy held his gaze now. She wanted to move but his grip was strong. His eyes widened as she began working her inner muscles to stroke his cock even as he held her. She was moaning and wriggling as much as his grip allowed, desperate cries escaping her as she neared climax. He could feel it, and his cock twitched inside her as he thought of her hot juices bathing it as she came.

  He filled her completely and Amy could find no words among her squeals and mews. Her eyes begged Drake to let her hips go, speaking her mounting desperation. The sensations were more intense than she had ever experienced and she was growing fearful as she neared the brink. She shook her head, frantic. “I—can't!” She managed to gasp before lapsing back into the primal chorus.

  Drake locked eyes with her as she panted and writhed, impaled on his cock.

  "Yes. You. Can.” He thrust his hips with each word, and his cock head pushed against her G-spot. Amy went over with an inhuman scream and a growl, her body trembling as she collapsed onto her hands, breasts heaving above his hungry mouth. She moaned softly as he slid his hands up her sides and took each nipple in turn.

  Amy squealed as he took half of one breast into his hot mouth and rolled over to top her, her pussy still greedily gripping his shaft. She closed her eyes as he began slow, even strokes. At last she felt him leave her breasts. Opening her eyes, she was filled with wonder as she saw him looking at her lovingly; this spirit, this stranger. He stroked her cheek, and she caught her breath at the tenderness of the gesture.

  Heat erupted anew in the core of her, shooting through her and dissolving the last of her reservation. She reached up and caught his earlobe in her teeth and thrust hard against him. Her fire flared further as she released his ear and read in his eyes the depth of his need for her. Something more glowed behind his passion, but any question that might have come to fruition in her mind was driven out by pleasure as Drake began thrusting once more.

  Amy gasped as he began moving harder against her, her body responding with a depth of desire she hadn't known existed within her. With a cry she began moving with his strokes, grasping his hips to pull him into her.

  Drake grunted and matched her furious thrusts, laying against her and taking her shoulder between his teeth as he now slammed into her. Amy's nails on his back elicited a growl that brought forth in her the most primal of energies. She screamed and writhed under him and he held himself deep in her as she came hard, trapped under him, able only to grind against him.

  "There's my love,” he murmured as she laid panting and mewing. Her hands lay on his ass and she gasped as his muscular haunches worked. Satisfied that she was sated, he raised himself and began firm, steady strokes, this time working toward his own release. Amy flexed her hips with each entrance, pushing his cock head against her soft inner walls.

  Her eyes bored into his as he began to tremble with his impending orgasm. “I need—I want to feel you cum inside me!” Her voice, so pregnant with desire, snapped the final cords binding Drake to the vessel into which Martha placed him so long ago.

  He nodded quickly and held her gaze. “Amy,” he gasped. “My angel.” With that, he cried out and his back arched.

  The feeling of his cock expanding and pulsing inside her was the most intense sensation Amy had ever felt. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside her even after he had finished and lay gently on her, his breath hot on her cheek.

  "Thank you,” he whispered.

  She turned her head to kiss him. “For what?"

  "For freeing me."

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  AUTHOR INFORMATION

  TALIA KELLEY

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  Ever since she first learned to read in order to read the Sunday comics, Talia Kelley has loved books. She was the girl with her nose in a novel at lunch time, who miraculously made it home reading as she walked. Stuck in the basement of her mom's friend at age 10, she read her first paperback romances. Talia thought about it for awhile, and decided that while she enjoyed the back and forth between the men and women of these stories, they seemed very much the same in plot. She decided that she could do better. She started writing.

  Talia rightly had no romance in her life at that time, so she didn't write her first erotic tale until the age of 16. When her parents found it, they raked her over the coals. Although they both agreed that the writing was quite good, they could not countenance this genre. The would-be authoress put away her quill for a good, long time. She only picked it up again at the age of 27, when she set down an erotic dream that had brought her to gasping wakefulness. From that point on, she's felt compelled to write erotic tales. After a core-changing breakup, Talia discovered a wicked, twisted side and has enjoyed taking on many different sub genres. She enjoys the thought of affecting her readers the same way that dream years ago affected her.

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