NOT VANILLA (BONDAGE)
My throat is tight, and a tiny moan escapes. Why am I doing this? What do I really know about him? What if he wraps me so tight I can’t breathe? What if… I don’t think I can… Oh, my God…
“You’re doing fine, Ava. Let it out.”
Let what out?
“Focus on the rope. What does it feel like against your skin?”
Okay. I can do this. I’m strong. The rope. Focus on the rope.
I expect it to be scratchy against my skin, but it isn’t. Instead, the rope glides over the contours of my body like the caressing fingers of a lover whose sole purpose is to provide pleasure for his partner. ~ read more (18+ only)
NOT VANILLA (VOYEURISM)
I can’t get enough of watching him with another woman… The way he grips the back of her head so firmly when he draws her close to kiss her parted lips. The way his fingers disappear somewhere beneath the thick waves of her hair—a chestnut color tonight and only slightly lighter than my own.
I love the way he sucks on her bottom lip first, nibbling gently as if sampling her flavor before committing properly to the kiss.
Yes. Kiss her like that, until the flare of passion becomes fully ignited and you suddenly slam your groin into hers. Force her legs apart with one of your powerfully muscled thighs so she can ride you hard and that kiss becomes deeper and less controlled. ~ read more (18+ only)
Also appeared in SEDUCTION – ONE FORTUNE AT A TIME (multi-author box set)
Waves of sensation kept washing through her body. She couldn’t stop shaking, especially when he stood, grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up in the air, and then straight down onto his waiting cock. There was no finesse. No delicate prodding to ensure the breach was gentle. No chance to change her mind. He was big, and she was out of practice, but the force of his thrust as well as their combined sex fluids aided his entry. Her eyes widened and she clutched at his shoulders to maintain balance. His guttural groan, and the pressure of his organ rooted so deep inside her, ignited little flames within her womb. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and hooked her ankles together behind his back. Don’t think. Just feel. ~ read more (18+ only)
The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went deathly-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn’t withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.
She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe. ~ read more (18+ only)
“I want…no, I need you to kiss me, Ashur. I ache with loneliness.”
Her voice touched something deep inside him. It was as if, just for a moment, he knew her loneliness. He knew her. And suddenly, he didn’t want to back away anymore. The memories had driven him for too long. It was exhausting to run from your own needs.
Lifting a hand, he traced the outline of her beautiful face. Those luminous eyes softened in anticipation. Those ruby lips waited for his kiss. That scent, powerful and heady, drew him in to closer proximity, whether he wanted it or not. “Who are you, Aphrodite?” ~ read more (18+ only)
“Suspend your disbelief, Ella. Anything is possible at Secrets, tonight.”
Suspend disbelief? I can do that. She closed her eyes for a moment. Need grew, intensified…Kade…
“If your lover were here right now, what would you want from him? From this…Kade?”
Had she spoken his name out loud? She must have. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” He was close enough now that his words whispered across her temple, disturbing the shorter tendrils of hair around her face. “Look into your heart. Tell me.” ~ read more (18+ only)
“Gina.” When had he moved closer? Why was he now standing directly in front of her, his arms raised to press a hand against the elevator wall each side of her head? Had he answered her question? She couldn’t remember. Aphrodite…
“We will wake you up, together.”
Her breath caught. He was now leaning forward, almost touching her, his face so close to hers she could see the flecks of green in the blue of his irises. So close that if she raised her hand, she’d be able to brush the delicate end of his long eyelashes, or trace the angled shadows cast by those gorgeous cheekbones. ~ read more (18+ only)
What did she want? Jake, her familiar, dark-haired husband of twenty years? Most definitely. And Pothos, the golden-skinned Adonis who had seemingly materialized straight off the cover of a romance novel, clearly a manifestation of everything she was missing in her life right now?
Yes, God help her. She wanted him, too. Badly. But somehow, it wasn’t quite enough to have one without the other. ~ read more (18+ only)
She saw genuine dismay in the depths of his eyes, and something in her relaxed.
“It’s okay,” she said again, but this time she meant it. “Thanks.”
He sat heavily beside her and leaned close. That warm male scent enveloped her, elusive and yet tangible enough to send her heart rate into overdrive. But he was still frowning. She reached out to trace his jawline, and a hint of stubble rasped against her fingertip. A firm jaw; stubborn-looking. Manly.
“Relax, Ethan,” she said. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to, that is.” ~ read more (18+ only)
His fingers closed over the silver sculpture and he saw the shudder run through her as he caressed it, sweeping down one curving line and back up again, shifting his grip, releasing it, touching again, feather-light caresses as she closed her eyes and moaned from deep within her throat.
“So you feel that?” The roughness in his voice betrayed how hard it was to remain in control as she lay on the floor, arms and legs flung out in abandon, tendrils of hair going in all directions. He thought he had never before seen anything – or anyone – so beautiful.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Its like…torture.” ~ read more (18+ only)
Serena Hewitt stared at the perfectly proportioned man and wondered at the cruel fate that had given this black-haired, green-eyed, bronze-skinned Adonis a brain the size of a pea.
“Why bother reading books when you can wait for the movie to come out?” he’d asked in that delectable voice, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. Just one more in a long line of opinions that had her head shaking in disbelief.
“Surely you’re joking,” she said. “Everybody reads something!”
The disappointment sat in her stomach like a lead balloon. How many men had she interviewed over the past three days? Seventeen? She’d thought, when he walked in…but no. Nicholas Wade was not the one for whom she’d been searching.
Not even when that quirk at the corner of his mouth and the gleam of amusement in his eyes caused a curl of anticipation deep down in her belly. ~ read more (18+ only)