MWTease from The Eclipse of the Blood Moon #halloween

Hello, lovely peeps. As we're almost at Halloween, I thought I'd tease you with a snippet from The Eclipse of the Blood Moon.

This is from my story, Destined Lovers, and the moment when it dawns on my heroine what exactly her new neighbour is...

Suzanna stood frozen in place, unable to believe what her eyes were telling her, even as the rational side of her brain clicked the puzzle pieces into place. His pale complexion, the coolness of his skin, the heavy shutters on the windows, and the fact that she'd never seen him in daylight all pointed to the glaringly obvious. Her drop dead gorgeous neighbor was indeed the undead. She backed away slowly, all too aware that she had nowhere to go. Something or someone was outside wishing her harm, and her rescuer was a fucking vampire.

This is why she hated Halloween. All the crazies came out to play, and she was caught right in the middle of it all. She scanned the room for anything she could use as a potential weapon and came up empty handed. Besides, had she not witnessed his speed mere seconds ago? And why the hell did she have the completely crazy notion to run her fingers over those lethal looking fangs?

Another crash against the window this time had him move in a blur of speed, and all over the house the heavy metal shutters clanged shut, effectively shutting them off from the outside world. That horrifying wail started up again, and Drake's answering deep growl vibrated through her bare feet. She wrapped her arms around herself and suppressed a groan. Clearly she was as fucked up as the rest of the night, because that sound shot straight to her pussy. Arousal soaked the plain cotton panties she wore under her pajamas. Drake's nostrils flared, and his eyes sought hers. Heat rolled through her veins at the sheer animal lust and leashed aggression she read in his darkening eyes, before he clenched his fists, shook his head, and retracted his fangs with an audible click.

His broad shoulders slumped, and she had to strain to hear his whispered words.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want for you to find out this way."

He turned away, and she couldn't help herself. Something indefinable made her move towards him. She stepped closer and ran a hand over the tightly bunched muscles in his back. A shudder went through him, and emboldened by his reaction, she stepped closer still. She slid her hand around his waist, and he interlinked his with hers and pulled her around to face him. His other hand cupped her face, and he sighed, his cool breath ruffling the loose strands of her hair falling around her face.

"You're not running away screaming."

He raised their linked hands over his heart, and she leant into the palm cupping her face.

"I wouldn't get very far if I tried, now, would I? Not with whatever is out there." She held her breath at the fury contorting his features as his fangs ran out just a little, and her pussy contracted in response. This was insane. She didn't react like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure; only the nightmares remained—nightmares that now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real life vampire.

"Besides, if you wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."

The hold on her hand grew painful, and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.

"You have no idea how much I do want to eat you."

The growled words should have sent her screaming, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on her wayward body. She gave in to instinct and standing on tiptoes ran her free hand through his slightly too long hair and tugged his head down. He went as still as a statue when she touched her lips to his and whispered, "Then eat me."

When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.

In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?

Be Warned: multiple partners, anal sex, spanking

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#TantalizingTuesdays - Dessert

Happy Tuesday, folks. Here's your tease - Enjoy :-)

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"An excellent meal, now I need some dessert."

Her stomach dropped when Douglas signaled to the hovering waiter and smiled at her. Heat coursed through her veins at the molten promise in his eyes.

"Make sure we're not disturbed."

She was dimly aware of the waiter leaving and the soft snick of the door, before all her attention was taken up by his deceptively soft command.

"Turn your chair and spread your legs for me, pet."

Utterly unable to resist him, she scrambled to comply and his smile of approval shot darts of need to her clit.

"Good girl, now let me see the pussy I own. Take those panties off … slowly." His voice deepened and her cunt clenched in anticipation as his gaze rested on her now exposed nether lips.

"Run your fingers through your slit. Show me how wet you are for me."

The sinful words caused another gush of her juices to escape. His nostrils flared, and she held her glistening fingers up for his inspection.

Douglas dropped to his knees in front of her, and dipped his head. With a few swipes of his tongue she tumbled into bliss.

"Who told you to come, girl?"

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Cover Reveal - A Single Black Rose @IyanaJenna #mm

I have a visual treat for you today. Just look at this awesome cover.

COVER REVEAL

Coming on November 17, 2013, from JMS Books LLC.

Blurb

Actor Sean O'Reilly received a bouquet of roses that at first he thought was sent by his boyfriend, Nate Matthews. Alarm bells rang when Nate said that he hadn't sent them. Sean panicked when he kept receiving flowers over the next days, and what worried him more was that there was always a single black rose in the middle of other colored ones.

Together they tried to find out the meaning of all this. They found no answers. Sean and Nate didn’t realize that a wicked plot against Sean had been set up by an obsessed fan who was helped by a brother who had promised to always take care of him.

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#SexySnippets from The Housewife and the Film Star #possessiveAlpha @evernightpub #bdsm

Happy Sunday, folks. It's time for another sexy seven and today Sven shows his possessive side to a would be suitor's of Sylvia. They're at Timmy's end of school concert, and Sven has just made a very generous donation to school funds to ensure Timmy's continued scholarship. Harry, her sister-in-law's choice of husband for Sylvia objects to this. Well, wrong move!

No one messes with Sven's woman and her kids, not on his watch....

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"On the contrary, Peggy, neither you nor Harry seem to grasp the concept that Sylvia and I are lovers and I. Do. Not. Share. Harry, do you get that?"

 The poor old headmaster's strangled cough in response had a just returned Timmy, laden with a plate full of cupcakes, slap the man on his back to help him breathe, and Ruby giggled and whisked him away again.

"Well, look here now, gentlemen, remember this is a school."

The headmaster's attempt at conciliation was being ignored by the two men locked in a silent battle of wills. It was just as well Sven still held onto her, otherwise, she was sure he'd have planted a fist in Harry’s face before now, and his next words were pure ice.

"Of course I shan't stop you from making a donation to school funds, if you still feel the need to do so, now that you know it will most certainly not get you into my lover's knickers."

When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

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Spotlight on Loving a Fae: Neisk by Tamsin Baker #mmm

It's always a good day when Tamsin stops by to share one of her hot M/M stories and today's offering is no exception.

I give you, Loving a Fae: Neisk....

Loving a Fae: Neisk

MMM contemporary paranormal ménage

Blurb:

The Fae allow three trips to Earth to sample the land’s delights, but they have rules. No revealing your magic to anyone and no same sex relationships. Neisk has followed the rules for hundreds of years and no longer wishes to hold himself back. He needs to find someone to love and he needs another man.

Chris and Josh have been a couple for two years and are happily in love. The only issue is that they are both ‘bottoms’ in the bedroom. When Neisk arrives, they see it as the perfect opportunity to have a one night threesome where they can experience something they both need, together.

Neisk soon falls in love with Chris and Josh, and they with him. However, the Fae elders are not pleased by Neisk’s flagrant disrespect of their rules, and haul him back to Fae. Chris and Josh must find a way up to him and beg to have him back.

Excerpt:

Chris sighed with relief and nodded. Josh deserved to be comfortable in his own home.

“Yeah, change into jeans and a t-shirt or something. He’ll be here soon.”

Chris finished his preparations listening to the plumbing rattle a little with the shower running. Josh must have had a really busy day if he was having another shower.

Ten minutes later the bell rang and Chris hurried forward to the front door. He gripped the handle and pulled, glad he was prepared for the impact Neisk’s beauty had on him Neisk stood in the doorway, two bottles of red wine in hand, looking more gorgeous than any man deserved to be. Josh was going to have a conniption.

“Thank you again for the invitation, Chris.”

Neisk’s smooth voice rolled over him like warm water. Soothing yet stimulating. Chris nodded, though he still didn’t know where the balls to invite this man over had come from.

“Come on in, Neisk.” Chris gestured for Neisk to enter and called out for Josh. “Honey!”

Josh bounded down the steps and extended his hand to greet Neisk, freezing when he saw the God of a man who stepped into the lounge room.

Chris spoke into the silence, his confident lawyer freezing at the most important moment.

“Neisk, this is my partner Josh. Josh, Neisk.”

Josh was still staring at him so Neisk stepped forward and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

Josh nodded and shook the hand that was being offered.

Chris stifled his chuckle. He’d never seen Josh so lost for words.

“Come and sit. Dinner’s ready and I know Josh is hungry.”

Neisk followed him into the dining room and sat where Chris indicated, at the head. He and Josh sat opposite each other so Chris figured Neisk may as well sit at the end.

“Need some help, honey?” Josh asked, his eyes shooting daggers at Chris for the inadequate warning.

Chris smothered another smile. He knew Neisk was exactly what they both liked in a Top. Gorgeous, built, relaxed but confident. Though he honestly didn’t know if Neisk was gay or not.

“No babe, have a seat. Be back in five.”

Chris cooked the fresh pasta and served, listening to Neisk asking Josh intelligent questions about his work.

He grated some fresh parmesan over the pesto and took the bowls in to the dining room, his belly flipping with excitement. Over what, he didn’t know.

“Something quick and easy.” He put the bowls down and went back for the salad.

When he returned, Neisk was giving him one of those heartbreakingly beautiful smiles. “It’s lovely, Chris. I hope I didn’t disturb any plans you had.”

Chris sat down quickly before his legs gave out and grabbed his wine glass that Josh must have filled.

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Flash Fiction Friday - The Truth #FFF

Happy Friday, folks, and enjoy today's flash - The Truth.

"Tell me I'm dreaming."

It couldn't be. The man in the picture was the spitting image of the man she'd fallen in love with—the very man who had his strong hands wrapped around her waist, and whose breath raised the fine hairs that had escaped her ponytail.

"You're not."                                                                    

The click in her ear sent shivers down her spine, as he trailed his fingers up her side to her chin and held her head sideways. His fangs grazed her skin, and their gazes connected in the photo's reflection.

"Who was she?"

"She was what you will be, my love."

                

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Spotlight on Sweetest Splendor @KaceyHammell #newrelease @Evernightpub

Happy Thursday, folks.

I have the awesome Kacey Hammell in my spotlight today with her brand new release Sweetest Splendor. I  loved, loved, loved the first book in this series, so I'm looking forward to reading this one.

*****

Sweetest Splendor

Book 2: Club Splendor (sequel to Sweetest Salvation)

A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

ISBN# 9781771306119

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long.  She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?

Excerpt:

© Kacey Hammell, 2013

Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.

No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.

Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.

Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.

Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.

But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.

Empowered, she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He moaned and opened wider for her, allowing her to discover the delicious taste of him. Cupping his ass cheeks, she held him close as they explored, and his palms drifted over the globes of her bottom.

Her heart thrummed as he fisted the soft cotton of her skirt then tugged her even closer. She didn’t think it was possible to be so absorbed in this man. She craved crawling all over him for endless hours.

Zander pressed his forehead against hers. “Bridget,” he muttered, “I want you. So much.”

“I want you too.” She brushed her lips against his.

Lifting his hands, he made quick work of the buttons of her blouse. He pulled open the sides, and groaned. “This is what you wear to work?”

He smoothed his fingers along the valley between her breasts and skimmed over the sheer see-through material of her bra. She loved lingerie and spent as much money as possible at Victoria’s Secret. Her one indulgence, she treated to herself whenever she socked her school money away from her allotted bi-weekly checks or any extra income from working more hours at the club.

His wide and hungry eyes made her feel sexy and she smirked at him. “You don’t like it?”

“If I liked it any better I’d have a heart attack right now. Jesus, gorgeous…your tits are so hot behind that lacy stuff.”

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Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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#MWTease from Taboo (Crimson Rope Anthology) #Spanking #BDSM

I thought I'd tease you all with a hot little punishment scene from my story Taboo, which is part of  The Crimson Rope Anthology, coming very soon to Evernight Publishing.

Joshua is coming to terms with the fact that his best friend's daughter is not the innocent girl he remembers. He's just rescued her from a scene going wrong, and she's earned herself a punishment...

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She had said the wrong thing somehow, and a ball of misery landed in her tummy. She risked another peep up at him and immediately wished she hadn't. Judging by the white knuckled grasp he had on the riding crop, and the rigid way he held himself, Josh was utterly furious. Their gazes connected and she sat spellbound and utterly unable to move. Only Mistress had ever been able to demand her utter obedience with just one look before, but right now, every fiber of her being waited for Joshua's next move. She didn't even dare breathe for fear of breaking the spell. She was finally on her knees in front of him, so aroused that her juices trickled past the elastic of her bikini bottoms. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples so sensitive that the slight air movement created by the air conditioning seemed to chafe, as the buds hardened to the point of pain under his silent scrutiny. When he did finally move, she exhaled her pent up breath in a big whoosh and Josh smiled grimly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." The apology tumbled out before she could stop herself, and Joshua frowned and proceeded to tap the crop against his leg.

"For what?" The terse question sliced through the air almost like the crack of a whip, and Lucy tensed.

"I've displeased you somehow, Sir. That was never my intention, but…" She stopped to take a deep breath, and she blinked the unwanted tears away.

"Don't stop now, girl. I'd really love to hear, why the sweet girl I thought I knew, turns out to be a kinky little slut." She jumped when he threw the riding crop across the room. It bounced off the heavily padded wall, and skittered across the floor, and Joshua swore.

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.

"Fuck, this is wrong on so many fucking levels. Get up, Lucy. Let me take you home, and let's pretend this never happened, because seeing you like this, all I want to do is bend you over my knee, spank your insolent ass raw and then fuck you until we both can't see straight, and that … that is never going to happen."

He bent to grab her by the arm, but Lucy shrugged him off.

"No, I will not get up and leave, damn you. If you don't want me then I'm sure there are plenty of willing Doms in the club tonight to help me scratch that itch. I simply… ow."

The tug to her hair hurt—really hurt and excitement coursed through her veins at the grim determination on Joshua's face. He dragged her up by her hair, and over to the bed. Before she could even blink, she was face down on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. The hand in her hair kept her down whilst the other yanked off her bottoms and then delivered a set of open handed swats to her ass that made her blood sing with heated excitement. The sharp pain set her butt on fire, as he spoke to her, each word accentuated by another swat to her ass.

"You. Will. Do. No. Such. Thing. The. Only. Person. You. Will. Scene. With. Is. Me. Are. We. Clear. Girl."

By the time he stopped spanking her, her ass was a red-hot mass of stinging sensation and his ragged breathing matched her own.

"Jesus, Lucy." He released her and then sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She clung to him, cocooned in his embrace, the heavy, and rock solid evidence of how much this whole scene had turned him on, also, a dizzying presence under her throbbing ass cheeks.

He framed her face in his hands and she lost herself in the heated concern she read in his toffee colored eyes.

"Promise me, you will not play with any of them out there. You could have gotten hurt tonight. That wannabe had no idea what he was doing, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

"Maybe I'm looking to get a little hurt?" She couldn't help but test him a little more, his reaction too close to all her fantasies come true to be real.

Sure enough his expression grew forbidden again and her pussy spasmed in need, and she curled her hands into the silk of his shirt.

"You're playing with fire, here, Lucy. I'm trying to do the right thing by you." His gravelly tones washed over her, and she tugged on his shirt, desperate to run her hand over his skin, free of any barrier. He didn't let her, of course. His eyebrows rose and he stilled the movement of her hands by grabbing her wrists.

"Please, Uncle Joshua, let me."

His groan in answer was the sexiest sound ever and he closed his eyes and crunched his teeth together.

"We can't do this, pet. Your father would have a heart attack if he knew you were here, let alone here with me."

The way he said pet just made her more determined. She so wanted to be owned by him, taken, claimed, used, and branded, and fuck what anyone else thought.

"He doesn't need to know," she said. "I'm not the precious little girl that he needs to protect. I haven't been for a long time. I'm a woman with needs and desires, and right now I want you."

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So, what do you reckon? Will she get him?

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#TantalizingTuesdays - The Cave

I have a chilling tale of warning for you today. Never enter the cave....

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The dampness made her shiver.  Bright sunshine just visible at the far end of the cave the only reminder of the hot summer's day she left behind.

Now, beads of perspiration were replaced by the cold sweat of gut wrenching unease. The breeze that had enticed her to step into the welcoming coolness now wrapped her in its icy fingers.

Never enter the cave.

The childhood warnings mocked her. Her breath frosted in front of her face.

"What have we here?" The deep tones right behind her made her spin around … to thin air. Yet she knew she wasn't alone. She could sense his presence, his coolness seeping into the very marrow of her bones.

"A maiden as fine as ever I did see. Tell me, sweet child, what brought you here?"

"I'm not a child!" Her voice echoed around the cave and chilling laughter was her reply.  "Who … who are you. Show yourself."

The rush of air took her breath away, as a man appeared in her vision. An angel, a ghost? Surely, he was too beautiful to be real.

He smiled, showing fangs dripping in blood, and her world tilted.

"Not a child, but mine now."

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Woop! It's Release day for The Housewife and the Film Star @evernightpub #giveaway #BDSM

Nothing like Release day to chase the Monday blues away, is there? I'm so excited that Sven and Sylvia are getting their chance to shine. This was the first novel I ever wrote and completed, and the one that got me completely hooked on this writing malarkey.

My hero Sven is the very first hero who ever sat on my shoulder and insisted I told the story his way. You see, the very first draft of this was written the way I thought I ought to write. It wasn't awful, but it certainly wasn't publishable as the number of rejections I received will testify to.

So, I shelved it for a while and wrote other things, but Sven kept niggling at me, until I sat down and opened a new  word document and rewrote the story the way he told me. There were many arguments along the way, each and everyone of which he won, of course, and my previously titled What are the odds, became Scandinavian Scandal and an erotic romance. It found a home with the now defunct Noble Romance, and my elation soon turned to despair.

I shan't bore you with the details, suffice to say I was biding my time until I could get my rights back, and when that publisher finally closed its doors, I did the snoopy dance.

I had my baby back!

Now, those of you who are writers will understand this, but it was a bit of a shock, re-reading a ms I'd written two years ago. My writing style had changed a lot in that time, so another re-write was on the cards. Once subbed, yet more changes happened with the help of my awesome editor Karyn, and I finally feel that I have done Sven and Sylvia's story justice.

To celebrate the release I'm giving away a $10 Evernight Publishing GC. All you have to do is leave me a comment. 

*grins*

I give you The Housewife and the Film Star...

When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

And here is an exclusive excerpt:

"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.

Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.

"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.

"Ready?"

"No."

She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.

"Trust me?"

Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.

"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."

The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.

"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be hoarse from screaming my name."

The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.

"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."

"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me."

Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.

A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.

"Don't you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time."

Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.

A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.

"Sven, please, I need…"

"What, lady, what do you need … this?"

A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.

"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."

The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.

Yes, please yes…

He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven's agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.

"God, you're so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck, I want you so much."

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