Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I HAVE THE WONDERFUL CASSANDRA CARR IN THE HOUSE TODAY!!!

I'm so delighted and honored to have Cassandra Carr in my crib today! Let's give her a warm welcome and don't forget to give back some love to her at the end of the post. Take it away Cassandra!

The care and feeding of muses
by Cassandra Carr

Readers often ask how writers are able to keep writing, day after day. After all, writers write when we’re tired, when we’re sick, when there are kids running in circles around us – you name it. So how do we keep our inspiration alive?

The truth is, sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we write even when we’re not “feelin’ it”. After all, having words on a page, even words you’ll have to come back and edit heavily later, is better than not having words on a page, to paraphrase something Nora Roberts said. And hey, if you can't trust writing advice from Nora Roberts, who can you trust it from? 

But every writer has things they do to keep that inspiration hangin’ around. Some of my tried-and-true methods for staying motivated: knowing that readers are excited about a story, wanting to see my name on another book cover, trying to stay feeling sexy (I write erotic romance, after all), and talking to other writers – whether I’m commiserating or congratulating, it makes me feel inspired to support other writers.

Overall, there are many reasons I write, but knowing people want to read my books is definitely a huge factor, and I'm not the only writer who feels that way. So if you love a book, tell the author! Even a three-sentence email can keep us motivated for days. We're easy like that. ;-)


BLURB FOR DOUBLE VISION:

Everything Red knew about relationships is called into question when he stumbles upon his roommate Fredrik and his girlfriend Liz going at it hot and heavy and Liz invites him to join them. Struggling with recovering from a knee injury, the young defenseman doesn't know what to make of his attraction to Liz--after all, she's his teammate's woman, right?

As an older player, Fredrik's been around the rink a time or ten, and he knows he has an awesome thing going with Liz. He envisions a future with her, but isn't sure how their interludes with Red fit into the long-term picture. 

Liz thinks Fredrik's her forever-guy, but her sudden attraction to Red is causing doubts. The more they play together in the bedroom, the more their outside lives--and emotions-- become entangled. When the unthinkable happens, all three must take a hard look at what they want and make some surprising decisions in the process.  



EXCERPT FROM DOUBLE VISION:

Every cell in Rick “Red” Armstrong’s body wept with relief. He’d just finished his most grueling PT session yet and couldn’t wait to plop on the couch and watch movies for the rest of the day. The older defenseman Fredrik, whom he lived with, had a huge-ass TV. Red liked to say the people were life-sized in the movies they both loved to watch. The season was starting soon, and he needed to take as much time as he could to rest before the rigors of training camp and the marathon season began.

Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water and downed half of it in one long gulp, wiping his mouth with his hand as he exited the room through the swinging door. His thoughts about what movies he would pick of the hundreds Fredrik kept on hand flew out of his head as he stopped dead.
Fredrik and his girlfriend Liz were going at it hot and heavy on the couch. Liz’s long brown hair was tangled in Fredrik’s hand as he pulled her head back. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, but Red knew they were a rich brown. Sure, Liz was his roommate’s girlfriend, but Red wasn’t dead. Of course he’d noticed how hot Liz was, and yes, even though he’d felt guilty for it, she had starred in more than a few of his fantasies late at night. Between her beautiful face and curves that seriously would not quit, how could he not imagine what it would be like to fuck her? And watching her in the throes of passion right now? Holy shit. He stumbled backward, trying to give his roommate some privacy, but his ass hit the door frame and both Fredrik and Liz looked up. Red felt a flush begin in his neck and work its way up to his face.

Damn stupid pale skin.

“I’ll…” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat, trying again. “I’ll just leave you alone.” Red’s hands were up in front of him like someone was holding a gun to his head, the bottle of water wobbling in his less-than-steady hand.

Liz smiled. “You don’t have to.”

“Huh?”

Real smooth.

“Come on over here. Join us.”

Red’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but this was some crazy shit. He knew some of his teammates had gotten into ménage relationships. Hell, he’d watched in fascination as his two goaltenders had passed their woman back and forth as they’d kissed her a couple of weeks ago when a bunch of the players were hanging out one night. But he’d never done anything like this, hadn’t even really considered it. From the way his cock twitched in his sweat shorts, though, it was clear at least one part of him was definitely considering it. Actually, more than one part was considering it. A whole lot of his parts were “all systems go.”

Liz crooked her finger, while Fredrik continued to pump in and out of her with measured thrusts as he watched Red. From his viewpoint, Red couldn’t tell which hole his roommate was utilizing, and then he mentally slapped himself. It wasn’t any business of his what his roommate was doing, but damn, did he want to know. He’d always been attracted to Liz, but he knew the bro code. You didn’t fuck with your friend’s woman. But now it seemed like they wanted him to fuck with her. Or fuck her.

He had to fight to keep the drool from running down his chin as he watched her tits sway back and forth as Fredrik kept right on going.

Mustering every ounce of self-control he possessed, Red said, “I shouldn’t. You guys need your privacy.”

Liz laughed. “If we wanted privacy, Fredrik has a perfectly good bed.” She looked down at his obvious erection pointedly. “Let me help you with that.”

Before he could censor his actions, his feet went on the move, propelling him toward Liz’s outstretched hand. “You don’t”—he cursed his inability to speak—“don’t have to do anything. I can just—”

“Go in your room and jerk off?”

“Geez,” he muttered. Then she cupped his erection through his shorts and his breath caught.

“Let her suck your cock,” Fredrik said, and Red’s gaze shot up to meet that of his teammate. “She loves to suck cock, and she’s always wanted to have a threesome. I’d let her do me, but, well…” He motioned to what he was doing. “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

Red’s mind was reeling. Could he actually do this? “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

Red looked down at Liz again. The woman was stroking his dick like it was a dog, and damn, if it didn’t sit up and beg. Sometimes being twenty-three was awesome, but when he couldn’t control his freaking hormones, it was no walk in the park.

He gasped as Liz pulled his shorts and boxers down before engulfing him in her warm, wet mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

Liz removed him from her mouth long enough to say, “No, honey, that’s what Fredrik’s doing.” With a smirk, she licked his cockhead, and he barely managed to hold in a groan of pure pleasure. It had been months since he’d been with a woman, between sustaining his knee injury during last season and then his subsequent concentration on physical therapy, and he had to admit his roommate’s girlfriend was very good at giving head. So good, in fact, Red wasn’t at all sure he was gonna last. How freaking embarrassing.

When she swallowed him again his free hand shot out, gripping her by the hair and pulling her away from his throbbing dick. “Gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“You like things a little rough? I’m okay with that.”

“No, God, no.”

“Why not? It’s fun.” Liz ran the tip of her tongue over his slit, and he sucked in a harsh breath. He felt about fifteen, his control shredded. Why did this feel so good? Was it the illicitness of the whole thing? Was Liz really that good at cocksucking, or had he used his hand for so long he’d forgotten how good a woman’s mouth could feel?

He didn’t want to analyze those questions at the moment, so instead he concentrated on thinking about everything he needed to do before the season started. It worked to a point to keep his orgasm at bay, but when Liz began to bob up and down on his dick like she was being judged in a blow job contest, he knew he was losing the battle. Red tried to pull her mouth off him, but she tightened her lips around him.

“Shit! Gonna. Come.”

Liz moaned, and that was all it took. His eyes slammed shut as a wave of sensation swept through him and he came. When he was finally able to fire a synapse in his brain, he took a giant step back and his cock dislodged from her mouth with an obscene popping noise.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I should’ve—”

“Hey, hey,” Liz interrupted. “I wanted it.”

“Okay.” He glanced at Fredrik, who had just returned from the bathroom. When had he finished? Red hadn’t noticed anything outside of the incredible pleasure he’d been feeling. 

“Okay.”

Fredrik grinned at him. “Don’t sweat it, kid. This has been a fantasy of hers, and I was happy to be able to give it to her.”
Red jerked a thumb behind him. “I’m gonna go.” Both Fredrik and Liz acted like this was no big deal, like this was something they’d been planning, but Red’s world had tilted on its axis, and he needed time to process what the hell had just happened. He pulled up his shorts and boxers and was out of the room before either of them could utter another word.

Once safely within the confines of his own bedroom, he pulled off his clothes and then jumped in the shower. Washing thoroughly, he began to worry maybe Liz wasn’t clean, but then rejected that idea, since there was no way Fredrik would get with a girl who wasn’t. They all got lectured about safe sex a couple of times a year by the trainer, and as far as he knew, none of the guys ever took risks. With the kind of careers they had, they couldn’t afford to.

Plopping on his bed after drying off, he pulled out his earbuds and blasted some tunes while he tried to straighten his head out. Why had he done it? Why had she? Why was Fredrik fine with it, even encouraging Red? And why did his cock already ache to do it again?

With a frustrated groan, he rolled onto his side. It was at times like this he wished he had a fuck buddy in Buffalo. Red snorted. Or a fuck buddy anywhere, for that matter. As far as he knew, he was a pretty decent-looking guy, yet girls didn’t flock to him like they did some of his teammates. He smiled, thinking about how many women were heartbroken that the team’s most eligible bachelors, Luc, Jake, and Carter, were all off the market. Then he wondered if it was common knowledge they were happily sharing one woman. This ménage shit was just weird.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to relax. He usually took a nap after PT, and given recent events, as long as he could get his brain to shut down, he shouldn’t have any trouble catching some shut-eye. He finally drifted off with visions of lush lips and flushed cheeks whirling in his head.

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

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WOW!!! That was one hot excerpt Cassandra!!! Hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. Thanks again and hope to see you in my humble Romantic Words by Cynthia soon!
 Cynthia Arsuaga

Monday, September 24, 2012

I HAVE THE WONDERFUL LYNN CRAIN IN THE HOUSE TODAY!!!


Give it up for my guest in the crib today--Lynn Crain!!! I'm really pleased to have her and she's talking about her release, The Harvester. I love the sound of this one, so sit back and enjoy! Don't forget to leave her some love at the end. Take it away Lynn . . .

Going The Distance

            As I sat here thinking about this blog post and my book, I realized there is an underlying theme in all my books of the characters going the distance with each other. Sure, they meet, fall in love but then they need to stick around when the going gets tough. As it inevitably will. Life isn’t easy, why should our characters fictional lives be any easier.
            That’s exactly what happens to my heroine in the book The Harvester. Sky Nerezsh realizes that she can’t live up to the expectations of her society and kill her mother to ascend to the throne. She is not willing to go that distance to secure something she really doesn’t want. So she comes to Earth, determined to live her life in happy solitude, far away from her planet. Little does she know that there are others who have their eye on this rare gem.
            When she discovers two men that turn her on as well as another Harvester about to lay claim to the planet, she has to quickly decide whether she has it in her to go the distance or not. She’s never been in love, never had that burning passion because she couldn’t due to her profession. Sky is a harvester of men for pleasure, turning them over at the end of her journey to the brothels that house them. She never had a reason to claim any as her own but these two make her feel more than she’s felt for years.
            I don’t know about other writers, but I don’t always stop with the happily-ever-after or the happily-for-now. I have the tendency to want to check in on my characters, to make sure they are still with each other. The main way I do this is to have an epilogue and another story set in the same world. Even on the novels I don’t have in a series, I’ve been known to sit down and contemplate my characters fates...are they happy? I like to think that each and every one of them are with exactly who they are meant to be with as well as living the life they deserve.
            Sky proves that she has it in her to go the distance as do her men. Here’s an excerpt from The Harvester.



The Harvester



Word Count: approximately 42,000 words


Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.

Blurb: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.



NOTE: This is an erotic menagé novel with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.


Book Excerpt:


Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want me...it’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.
She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.


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Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in  romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog (www.awriterinvienna.blogspot.com) and various other places on the net (www.theloglineblog.blogspot.com; www.twitter.com/oddlynn3 ; www.lynncrain.blogspot.comwww.facebook.com/oddlynn3 ) as well as her website www.lynncrain.com. Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.


 Thanks again for stopping by Lynn and I'd be honored if you want to come by again! 
Cynthia Arsuaga

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Bitten by Paranormal Romance Blog Hop September 13-16





Hello, and welcome to my entry into the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Giveaway Blog Hop!!!! As you can see by taking a tour of my blog, I do write erotic paranormal romance, heavy into the vampire kind. If you haven't taken a look around, please do. As my part in the blog hop, I'll be giving away a PDF copy of one of my backlist books. All you have to do to be entered is leave a comment below and follow my blog. For additional entries, you can also follow me on Twitter, Goodreads or my Facebook page. A valid email address needs to be provided in the comment area below and verification of following. Winner will be drawn by Random.com.

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Until then, enjoy an eXXXcerpt from my latest release, Born Again in Dreams, released today with Secret Cravings Publishing!!! This is the third book in the Born Vampire Series. The first two, Born to Be Wild, and Born to Play are available in eBook and Print format at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, BookStrand, All Romance eBook and Secret Cravings Publishing.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy!!!

Cynthia Arsuaga




BLURB:
The Master of His Domain

Sorin Bochinsky, Master and Commander of the Eastern European Blood Family, controls everyone and everything around him, except the woman of his dreams with the face of an angel prevents his needed rest. She’s the light to his dark, scarred and pained existence. The search begins to find her before he goes insane.


An Angel Awakens
Merliah Travers suffered more than serious injuries from a car accident over four years ago. She awakens in a place where the pain and scars have hidden her away from the world. A fantasy lover leads her out of the darkness and into the light, then discovers a special ability acquired during the coma has put her in danger with a fanatic killer.

Two lost, scarred souls battle a psychopath and their inner demons to unite as one, to never be alone, and be born again in dreams, forever.


With her chin lifted, she gazed into his eyes. A smile curved the corner of her lips. “Dare I guess what you want?”

“We’re not discussing me, angel.”

“No, we’re not.”
“So, I’ll ask again. Tell me, what do you want, angel?” He asked this time with a huskier voice.
“I–I want you. Don’t tease me. I need you to love me like you mean it.”
He tightened the hold on her shoulders. “I’m not playing games, Merliah. This is real, not a dream.” In a flash, he pulled her arms over her head with one hand and cupped her chin with the other. “Now since I’ve found you, if I take what I want, will you take what you want?” His body pressed harder into hers, and then he lowered his head, his lips just inches from hers. Each breath she took scraped her breasts against his chest, and even though layers of clothing separated them, electricity arced between their bodies.
“Oh God. Kiss me, Sorin. Take me in a slow, tantalizing and seductively masterful way. Make this time last until the end. That’s my fantasy.” The silky tone of her voice flowed wantonly like a gentle teasing breeze over his inflamed skin.
With her making the assertive move, his experience suggested he had the answer. His angel wanted him as much as he did her. All he ever desired was to hear the acceptance from her. Here in this make-believe world, they both lived unencumbered by the outside forces which could keep them apart. They were free to love each other without the confines of pain or remorse, and he without the beast within begging for release. She suffered an unknown fear he was bound and determined to find out more about.
He licked the dryness from his lips with the tip of his tongue. Before she could thwart his attempt, Sorin’s lips captured hers in a powerful kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and he willingly let her. His body tingled as he remembered gliding his hands over her smooth skin in the dream from the night before. Her back arched upward to meet him. Despite his long practiced self-control, Sorin felt his body come alive. The sensation more intense than any he’d had in years. The freedom to let go without maintaining control enlivened every nerve in his body. Fire coursed through him, sending its heat to his burgeoning erection. The kiss was heavenly just like her, but he needed more. He broke the embrace and inched the fabric of her dress up over her thighs.
“Oh yes, Sorin. Touch me. Make love to me.”
“Pretend I’m part of your fantasy. Tell me what you want. We won’t be interrupted this time, not like last night.”
She blushed. “Interrupted? The dream last night wasn’t…I mean you were there, in my head. I wasn’t dreaming?”
The red glow on her face endeared him. She would learn to trust him to give her what she desired, what she craved. His gaze focused on her full lips. “No you weren’t, I came to you. If what we shared was a dream or our minds interconnected somehow, I don’t know, but does any of that matter now? Tell me,” he asked, through gritted teeth. “Do you want me to kiss you like this?” Slowly and deliberately, he kissed across her cheek toward the throbbing vein below her ear. He suckled the gentle skin and heard the rush of her breath past his ear, but the sound of her blood didn’t echo in his head. For the first time in centuries, the urge to bite vanished. “Or harder?” The nibbles along the column of her neck he found just as rewarding, just as intoxicating.
“Please, Sorin. Should we be—”
He silenced her with a crushing kiss. He deepened it, and she made a whimpering sound. Stroking and suckling, he teased her lips apart. Their tongues intertwined and danced, thrusting in and withdrawing for long moments. She moaned in delight. He kept the pressure on her mouth as his right hand slid over her hip. After he released her arms above her head, she wiggled her hands up under his tight black T-shirt which stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. His breath hitched at the unexpected shock of a fingernail flicking and swirling over his nipples, teasing each erect. Mmm, I think she likes it hard and rough.
“Fuck! This isn’t working well. Clothes have to go.”
He stood up and pulled her to her feet at the same time. Merliah’s gaze dropped to the waistband of his black trousers, and then to the bulge at his groin, and with her eyes burning with intensity, he realized her highly aroused state. He didn’t need to use his vampire skills. Their times together in the dreams made him keenly aware of her preferences and desires. His stomach knotted with instant need with the knowledge, causing his cock to press harder on the zipper of his trousers, causing some discomfort. He enjoyed the new pleasure of reading her body instead of using his senses as a vampire to recognize them. His heart raced in anticipation of discovering the nuances of her body from this new perspective. Like exploring virgin territory.
“Do you think anyone will see us?”
“No, I believe the trees are thick enough where we are. We should be hidden. I can barely see the light on the other side.” His tongue slid along a full bottom lip. “Now, let me undress you.”
As he steadied her, he reached around her back and slowly drew down the zipper. He smiled as the dress slipped from her shoulders and down her body, landing in a puddle on the ground. She stood before him in matching black bra and panties. “I want to see every inch of your skin, to touch you all over. Experience you like this is our first time.” Then he slipped one digit under the strap of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulder. Reaching around, he unclipped the fastener and the delicate lacy fabric fell to the ground. Cupping the lush flesh of her breasts, he kneaded the generous orbs until she leaned forward against him.
“Oh, don’t stop, Sorin,” she pleaded softly.
His fingers gently traced the contours of her brow, her cheek, her jaw, slowly moving toward the curve of her throat. Bending his head forward, he brushed his mouth across the tingling skin, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.
“Oh yes, I want that too. Please…” Her voice trailed off.
Sorin’s grin widened. “But first, I want to taste you.” He dropped to his knees between her legs and brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Without hesitation, she did as he demanded. Using one finger, he hooked it around the elastic and tugged the slight slip of lacy fabric down over her hips, then tore them away from her body, growling his pleasure.
“Hey, those were my nicest pair.”
“I’ll get you another.” One hand held her hip and the other palmed her mound. He glanced up at her and licked his lips, then slipped his tongue between her tender folds, tasting her with a groan of what sounded like relief.
She threw her head back with a hiss, “Oh God yes!”
He sucked and licked, urged on as her cries and pants got more urgent. Pressing closer and teasing her pussy with his tongue, he then slipped a finger into her heat and groaned as he flicked more forcefully. She squirmed under his ministrations and arched her body into his mouth as she opened wider for him. He spread the swollen lips and ran his tongue from the bottom to the top but stopped just short of touching her clit. She moaned and whimpered, seeming to want to be licked senselessly. Taking the suggestion with determination, he licked and tugged all around the sensitive nubbin, resisting the little nudges she kept making to push him to the point of pleasure.
Finally, she grabbed his hair. “You’re teasing me. Touch me there,” she demanded.
A soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat and he chuckled inwardly. His angel was taking control and he’d have none of that. Bringing her to submission was his primary goal and he’d provide the incentive for her to succumb to his dominance. The more his lips touched hers, the more he insinuated his control over her. As soon as she let go of his hair, he sucked the waiting clit inside his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over until she screamed.
“Shh, angel. You’ll draw attention to us.” He stopped and waited for her to catch her breath then started licking and sucking again. Just when he sensed she was about to climax again, he stopped and stood up.
“On your hands and knees, angel.” As she complied with his demand, he divested the remainder of his clothing. He dropped to his knees and positioned his long and thick cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” Then he ran his cockhead along her swollen folds, lubricating the tip with her juices, and with one thrust he pushed inside her hot sheath. She groaned and pushed back against him until he entered her just a few inches. He stopped and pulled out and repeated again. The soft mewing noises she made indicated her need for more, and still he stopped just short of fully entering her. He wanted her begging and he didn’t have to wait long. His angel was a quick learner.
“Please,” Merliah cried.
“Please what?”
“Make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside, Sorin.”
Obliged to please, he plunged his rock-hard cock deep into her moist heat. As her wet sheath gripped him, he roared his pleasure, which echoed through the forest of her creation. Her internal muscles contracted around his shaft, wringing another moan from both of them. She met his rhythm, urging him on. The need to feel her milk him to completion pulsed through his body. “So tight and wet.” He leaned over and growled into her ear.