Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

Vera Roberts


It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.

Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.

I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.

He did. With a vengeance.

Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.

Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.



Sometime during the night, I kicked off the blankets and peeled off my clothes. It was burning hot in the bedroom and I needed air.

Waking up, I walked over to the window and struggled to figure out how to open it without disturbing Soul. After a few minutes contemplating the best way to be quiet, I just had to go for it and open the window. If he was disturbed, I hoped he would go back to sleep soon.

“I never thought the sight of seeing a naked woman opening a window would be so arousing.”

I slowly turned around and see Soul, still fully dressed, and laying on his side. He’s watching me intently like someone who had been awake for a while and not someone who was between sleeps.

“I was hot,” I answer, “and I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry for that.” His voice was deep and clear. There’s still pain in his voice.

“It’s not your fault.” I reply. I walk over to Soul and climb on top of him. He holds my hips down and looks up at me. His eyes softened to a sea blue and his body seems more relaxed than earlier.

My breath hitches as I see how incredibly beautiful Soul is. He’s raw and unguarded with me with soft eyes and full lips that give the slightest pout without trying. His eyes are studying me and wonder what I’m going to do. I wonder that as well.

Sharp cheekbones lead to a strong jaw line and I couldn’t help but to lean over to caress his face. Soul kisses my finger tips once they reach his lips and I feel my arousal come to a peak.

“We’re not a normal couple,” I quietly reply. “You were just accused of a horrible crime and here I am, straddling you.”

“We were never normal to begin with.” His fingertips lightly touch my hardened nipples and my body purrs. “I don’t tend to live with women who tried to bring me down.”

“I’m sure you don’t cook for them or go down on them on your kitchen counter.” I grind against his crotch and feel his cock hardening.

“Damn straight about that.” He sighs and adjusts his position. I feel all of him against me. He deliberately did that and the soft smirk forming in the corner of his lips indicate that. He knows the secrets of my body. He knows how to get me aroused without asking. He discovered parts of me I didn’t realize were erogenous zones and memorized them.

I feel lost within him. Yet, I feel lost without him. He fits so perfectly underneath my body as if he was custom made for it. There was never a weird adjusting period between us. We made love as if we’ve always done it.

My body hums with pleasure as he flips me onto my back. He hurriedly removes his clothing before he climbs back onto the bed and nestles himself between my thick thighs. His cock is teasing my slick entrance, yet he’s in no rush to go forward yet.

He stares down at me, reading my eyes and looking into my soul. I wonder what he’s thinking. He’s probably wondering what I’m feeling. It’s confusion, lust, and love between us yet there’s an uncertainty of what will happen. We don’t know; we can only hope.

“I love you, Ari.” He tells me in a pleading voice. “I need you.”

It’s rare that Soul calls me by my government name. Not that I mind it at all, but I’m used to him calling me shorty or boo. Even with his friends, he refers to me as wifey. I know what he’s feeling is serious and beyond than just a pet name.

He needs me to stand by his side through it all. I’m wondering if I’m strong enough to withstand it.

Before I could contemplate any further, Soul gathers my legs and pushes inside of me. I gasp and moan while he hisses. “Fuck yes…”

My nails dig into his muscular arms as my body arches off the bed. “Soul…”

I clutch onto him as he rammed his cock into me, over and over. He moved like a dancer, stroking me just right with a rhythm that wasn’t contrived or forced. He grabbed my ass and pushed deeper inside of me, making me scream, and nearly come.

“That’s it,” he slid in and out of me, “I want to feel you come all over this dick, baby.”

“Soul!” I screeched and my body came before I had a chance to protest. It was a violent orgasm, rocking and shaking me. My toes curled, my body lifted off the bed, and I screamed to the heavens.

I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be made love to. I wanted all of it by Soul and only him. He pounded hard and deep inside me before he met his orgasm; growling my name and collapsing on top of me.

We locked eyes for a long moment as we stared at each other in silence. We wanted to speak but we both were too afraid to say anything. Instead of talking about what might happen and being prepared for the worst, we fell asleep.

The worst came the next morning.


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