But Prince Zaveryk only smiles and lifts his chin, exposing his long throat. "I am yours," he says, voice low and husky. "Do what you will." You beaut...ful, beautiful creature." You drag your fangs over his pulse, applying firm pressure without breaking the skin.He shifts under you. It's the only part of him you allow to move. His wrists are pinned above his head, and your weight keeps him from moving anywhere else."I want to feel you inside me," he says in that low, seductive voice. "I want all. Her eyes began to water up and she ran from the kitchen, stripped and got into the shower.She felt the soothing water cascade over her body as she wondered if black men were batter lovers. She thought, ‘about ten minutes last night and Hector was finished. He was so fast, I hardly felt his cock. Would a black man give me the pleasure Emily was taking about?’ Jane dried off and wearing only her panties, she sat up on the bed with her laptop computer. She searched for pictures of black men,. Its tip glowed brightly as she inhaled deeply,enjoying the creamy white smoke that filled her mouth and lungs."Good luck, Marion," Marissa whispered as she released a plume of creamywhite smoke from her sexy mouth.***It didn't take Marion long to reach the hotel's lobby. He was glad to seethat there was only a single woman behind the counter."I'll be checking out now," Marion stated as he walked up to the counter."The name is Marion 'Storm' Rider and I have a wife to get home to."The woman. Her hand caressing his forearm accompanied greeting last night's guest by the lobby elevator bank. He greeted her with the usual, "Good morning Melissa." She reciprocated, "Good Morning Tyrone."Tyrone! What happened to Eric? It's time for a brief explanation. A while back at the party when Tyrone got so drunk he inappropriately extended their office familiarity into a public setting Melissa sought to protect him from any complaint from her husband by identifying Tyrone with the first false name.