TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

what Dasha's motivation was because he only became aware of her evil scheme after the fact. According to Jareth, I had met Maleyna once and commissioned her to conduct a spell that altered my own timeline.

Facepalm here for my stupidity, please. Sigh.

 Maleyna enlightened Jareth that she could not divulge the reasons why I made such a life-altering decision. Her explanation is that she was bound by covenant rules never to betray her sisterhood. I could only assume that my circumstances must have been so grave that I was left with no other options. I just wished I knew what drove me to be so rash. A whirlwind of emotions clamored around inside me, and in the middle of it all, was Jareth. He was the calming eye in the center of my torrential emotional hurricane. He made me feel at peace with my past actions. I know he wasn't as perfect as I thought him to be, but who is? And I was ok with it. Once Jareth was finished speaking, I sensed his unease. He just sat still, guardedly observing me, waiting for my reaction.

I gazed into his soulful eyes and understood that I loved this man with all that I was despite everything.  I also knew that he felt the same adoration towards me. I mean, really, how could I possibly remain upset with someone who cherished me enough to go up against some fucked up curse ... am I right?

Without a word, I placed my hands gently on Jareth's pallid cheeks and kissed his soft lips slow and tenderly. Our kisses became fuller as Jareth's hand clenched my hair.  Our tongues intertwined, unleashing an unbridled yearning that awakened in both of us.

Jareth pulled his face away and stared at me longingly as if seeking my acquiescence to give in to the passion that had been intensifying finally. I curled the corners of my lips seductively as I nodded.

That was all it took.

****** SEXUAL CONTENT ******

In an instant, I was flipped onto my back with Jareth straddling my thighs. Buttons went flying off of his cotton shirt that I had been wearing, as he tore it open, revealing my naked form for him to marvel at. His deep blue eyes roamed my unclothed physique as he slowly drank me in. "My God, Samantha, you are the most breathtaking creature I have ever seen."

He raised himself from me and stood up at the foot of the bed, removing his trousers and allowing me the pleasure of admiring his entirety.

Holy shit, the man was well endowed, to say the least, and pretty sure he's only at half-mast!

Pardon me while I wipe the drool from my mouth ...

Jareth's entire body was a work of art. The man looked like he had been photoshopped; he was so damn magnificent. His pale skin was so flawless. I surmised that he either manscaped, or vampires literally have perfectly groomed hair.

No lie.

My roving eyes took inventory of his broad shoulders, taut muscles, and those six-pack abs. The only hair on his solid chest was his light treasure trail. It commenced just below his belly button on down below the sexy v above around his pelvis. Even his long thick shaft was magnificent.

I'm relatively sure my lust for him was written all over my face.  I slowly slid myself back against the bed's headboard and propped myself up on my elbows, with my knees bent towards my chest. I was utterly gawking at him.

He angled his head, motioning to my impassable thighs, as a wicked grin spread across his lips. "Open," he growled. I complied, exhibiting my submission as my legs opened up for him, exposing my sex. Jareth crawled onto the bed slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, holding my eyes the entire time. He rested his broad shoulders between my quivering thighs, positioning his face just above the entrance to my lady bits. His cobalt blue eyes darkened to a near black when he spoke. "I'm going to taste every mouthwatering inch of you and make you scream my name when you cum for me, Samantha."

My face blushed.

I knew this man meant what he said. I felt my insides begin to tingle as wetness began to form inside my yearning nether regions.

Smoothly, Jareth propped himself on his elbows. He placed his strong hands beneath me, clasping my bottom, as he effortlessly lifted me closer towards his mouth and licked his lips. Tenderly, he began to trail slow kisses down my left thigh until he reached the center of my aperture. His tongue gave a scintillating flick of my clit, causing me to let out a breathy moan. He then tilted his head to the other side and proceeded to trace kisses along my right thigh. His warm tongue was once more making its way down to my now very slick folds. He was tantalizing me with another sinful lick, as his nefarious eyes never left my own. I whimpered for him to continue. But he incessantly kept teasing me as his tongue purveyed my inner thighs, never quite allowing me the climax I was begging for. His tormenting was literally driving me up the walls, making my body quake with unremitting expectation. Finally, as if he had decided that I had been teased enough, Jareth swiftly elevated my lower body a little higher and wrapped my legs onto his solid shoulders, encircling his neck. He placed his entire mouth at my entrance dominating me. He commenced licking and sucking me with such intense hunger sending electrifying tremors right through me. His tongue drew circles licking and flicking my clit, as his hand kneaded my buttocks, enrapturing me to the brink of my first climactic eruption. My head fell back onto the pillows as I closed my eyes. I tightly gripped the bedsheets wriggling and growling in ecstasy. Just as I was at the precipice of