Eternally Yours

By Olive Spencer

In the liminal space between dreams and reality, 'Eternally Yours' unfolds a tantalizing dance between James, a sultry sleep paralysis demon, and Aurora, the human bound to him through ancient magic. With two decades of patient yearning, James resists the seductive allure of Aurora's blossoming beauty during their nightly rendezvous in 'Eternally Yours.' 

 

Alternating between the perspectives of James and Aurora, 'Eternally Yours' peels back the layers of their passionate connection, revealing secrets that transcend time. In this decadent tale of pleasure and darkness, 'Eternally Yours' invites readers into a world where lust and restraint collide, leaving them breathless and yearning for more. 

 

This 10,000-word paranormal erotica delves into the fiery struggle between primal desires and ancient restraint, as James, the demon within, battles temptation while Aurora craves the spicy touch of her otherworldly lover. Indulge in the scintillating dance of desire as two souls entwine in 'Eternally Yours,' a web of passion that promises a thrilling journey into the supernatural.

 

Are you ready to surrender to the shadows and explore a world where pleasure knows no bounds?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ruthless Publishing
• Release date: Feb 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224128327

Olive Spencer

Olive Spencer writes contemporary (and sometimes paranormal) erotic fiction. Her favorite things are chocolate, bourbon, Diet Coke, and fountain pens, in no particular order.  She loves writing so much, she invested in several cheeky authorish t-shirts (ask about her Tropes shirts!) Her prized possession – a hoodie with the phrase 'Professional Smut Writer'- gets plenty of odd looks in stores, but any publicity is good publicity. When not writing, she's watching hockey and talking smack online, listening to country music, or taking photos with her Papershoot camera. Olive is not a Gemini vegetarian but she is a fan of all things Reese Witherspoon, and she can quote Sweet Home Alabama by heart.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

It starts at midnight…

At midnight, it starts like a dream I can’t wake up from. The world stops spinning, the clock stops ticking, and the room grows cold. I feel my breath crystalizing in the air before my face. When I open my eyes, my vision slowly clears, like wiping cobwebs from a silver mirror. I feel his dark presence in the corner of my room in the witching hour, standing silent vigil over my restless body. I roll over to find his hulking form at the edge of my bed, his red eyes glowing like embers in the dark. My breath hitches in my throat when I whisper his name, summoning him from the shadows.

James?

He emerges from the inky darkness, wordless and silent, perching on the foot of the bed like a stone gargoyle. Moonlight illuminates his steely-gray arms, highlighting the ancient tattoos and sigils in a language I don’t understand. He is beautiful in the incandescent beams, but when he turns his face into the jet-black darkness, he becomes something more. He becomes captivating, enthralling, and terrifying all at once.

I can see the outline of his human form, tall, dark, muscular, and imposing, leaning against the post at the foot of the bed. Arms crossed over his uncovered chest, I can make out the barely-contained bulge in his pants. I lick my lips, knowing what comes next is sure to be the highlight of midnight, the event of the evening, the apex of the early hours. This is going to be good.

He shifts his position, standing upright, his massive mitts grabbing the footboard firmly. The wood gives under his grip and cracks, sending a shiver down my spine. His glowing, claret eyes flash in the dark and he nods his head, provoking me. I know what he’s come here for, and I’m not one to deny a demon his due.

Show me, pet.

I slip my hand beneath the covers, down the length of my naked belly, and over my mound, until my fingers sink into my folds. Hot, wet, and ready for exceptional sin, my body knows what it wants. My clit throbs as I twirl a practiced finger around the bundle of nerves, eliciting a soft, low moan. I arch my back and part my thighs, the sheet draping between their gentle slopes. My hand moves in lazy circles, teasing gentle whimpers from my lips.

The monster at the footboard groans, a low, thunderous sound echoing through the evenfall. Long, gray fingers peel back the sheets, pulling it down inch by inch until James reveals exactly what he wants to see. The thin cotton slides down my body, my bare, wet pussy on display before him. His eyes glow like rubies on fire and he growls, sucking