Excerpt War Angel III - Chapter 15 "The Red Woman"

Good afternoon folks. As I promised, here's another raw, unedited sample from "War Angel III: Catalina." After reading this, you'll see why it falls under the "Reem After Dark Presents..." category. Melody Adler is a new character that I introduce in the last book of the trilogy. On the pages that I've written so far, I've enjoyed her interaction with Paulo. You'll have to read the novel when I finish it to see what role she plays in the scheme of things. Enjoy and as always, feel free to leave comments or feedback.

CHAPTER 15

The Red Woman

Melody Adler buried her face in the pillow and nearly ripped the black satin pillowcase with her teeth as she bit down to muffle the sound of her own screams. With her face down,  ass up and back arched, she was on the edge of losing her mind as her body was overwhelmed with sensations of pain and pleasure at the same time. Behind her, Paulo thrust himself deep inside her and touched her in all of the right places like no other lover ever had in her entire life. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that his expression was stoic and unchanging, as if his features were not flesh but instead carved in stone. He never moaned, grunted sighed or made any sound to let her know whether or not he enjoyed the sex as much as she did but somehow, that excited her. She knew that he may have believed that he was in complete control because of the way he always physically dominated her during their sordid encounters but in her mind, she was the master. She believed that she commanded him to please her in every way she liked with every dirty phrase she whispered.

Despite his silence, Paulo greatly enjoyed Melody’s tight body, her enthusiasm and her unquenchable, burning lust. He definitely did not love her in a traditional sense but there were things that he definitely liked. There was a bravery about her that he had seen in very few women in his life. He made most of his lovers nervous but she always boldly sought his company and rushed into his cold embrace with reckless abandon. Part of it might have also been that she was the only redhead that he had ever been with. Most of his conquests had been brunettes. Every now and then he had a blondes as a treat, a welcome change of flavor. The color of Melody’s hair and the way her cheeks flushed whenever they had sex excited him. He also liked the way she fucked. He reached forward to grab a handful of her hair as she moaned for him to penetrate her harder and deeper. Visually, he imagined that he thrust his brown hand into the flames of the sun as he gripped her red locks. He performed as she requested, intensified his stroke and listened to her holler in ecstasy. He used his subtle gift during sex the same way he had in every other interaction in his life. His supernatural intuition allowed him to give the red woman everything she liked, exactly how and where she liked it. The harder he pulled her hair was the more she seemed to enjoy it. His lover loved it rough and intense so that is what he gave her, an experience that no one else could ever match. That was how he sexually enslaved her.

After every orgasm, Melody seemed as if she died and then was reborn like a phoenix that threatened to set Paulo’s bedroom on fire.

****NOTE: Yes, I know the text said "black satin pillowcase" but I couldn't find an image that matched that so the sheets and pillowcase in the photo are white. Blah!**** 

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