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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Hunters & Prey

Thought I might share another excerpt with you all. This is from my upcoming novel Immortalis: Hunters & Prey (the sequel to Carpe Noctem)

Alyssa and Lysander are making up after an ongoing fight they've been having. They are working things out while taking a nice, HOT shower.

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Lysander finally broke the silence. “Do we forgive each other then? Can we try to be happy, love?”
His hands caressed my back; feather soft touches of his fingertips traced swirls and shapes on my skin.
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled. It was so hard to remain mad at Lysander when he was so adept at smoothing things over. I couldn’t resist the soothing feel of his hands. My muscles, still tense from stress, melted under his gentle strokes.
His hands sunk lower down my back, applying more pressure, still tracing the random patterns into my skin.
“I can’t stay mad at you forever,” I said.
Warmth radiated between my thighs as his fingers traced around my hips. I reached out taking one of Lysander’s hands and guided it to between my legs.
“Someone is impatient tonight.” He laughed.
I smiled seductively and batted my eyelashes at him.
A growl tore its way up his chest, rumbling out of him like the call of a hungry beast. His mouth again found mine. Lysander pushed me roughly, up against the wall. His hands ran down my back and cupped my ass, kneading my skin. He ground his body into mine, pressing his already thickening member against me.
The warm pulsing between my legs intensified. Reaching down, I took his hard length into my hands. I broke from our kiss, looking up into his large, twilight eyes and gave him a mischievous smile.
I focused on Lysander’s eyes, willing him to see the erotic images playing in my head.
I squeezed a little enjoying his weight and girth, teasing him with slow strokes, and was rewarded with a loud moan of approval.
His hands left my ass, tracing the curves of my hips, inching his magic fingers around slowly to the pulsing warmth between my legs. As his fingers neared their target, they changed directions moving back to the outside of my thigh.
I groaned in frustration.
“I should punish you for leaving the way you did.” He leaned in and whispered into my ear. The heat from his breath sent a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, that’s just not fair.”
He bit at my earlobe, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send another streak of pleasure straight to my sex.
He nipped at my skin, creating a trail down my neck, all the while heating my blood with need. His fangs scraped over the thundering pulse in my neck. His fingers again traced my legs, moving closer to the hot and needy flesh between them. My breath hitched in my chest, anticipation threatening to drive me to insanity. If he wouldn’t give me what I wanted soon, I’d have to force his hand.
Finally his finger found the spot, and at the same time, his fangs broke through my skin. I gasped a moan as his finger delved deep into me, sending pleasurable waves through my body.
The gentle pull of his mouth against my neck was like a euphoric drug coupled with his capable hands exploring my folds. I was paralyzed with ecstasy, enjoying every sensation, every pleasure he lavished on me.
My hand still firmly grasped his cock. In my euphoria, I had momentarily forgotten what I was doing. I caressed his thick length, wringing a loud moan from him. He released from my neck, throwing his head backward. I stroked him hard, enjoying the look of bliss on his face.
“Who is teasing who here?” he said between moans of pleasure.
His free hand reached and covered mine as I stroked him. He rested there, holding my hands, guiding my strokes as his eyes rolled into his head. The right corner of is mouth rose in a crooked smile and he moaned again.
Suddenly, his hand gripped mine, stopping me. He pulled my hand away. “Not yet.” He sighed. “I’ve not properly taken care of you.”
He leaned in for a gentle kiss. His lips touched mine, light as a feather, but he did not linger long. Slowly, he kissed a path from my mouth back to my neck. From my neck, he blazed a trail of light kisses down to my breast, stopping to nip playfully at each one. From my breast he moved down, stopping briefly at my navel, and then lowered to my warm, wet, and willing cunt.
I leaned my head back against the wall as his tongue worked its magic, writing invisible words of ecstasy into my clit.
I mumbled unintelligible words of pleasure, calling his name between moans and gasps. He was an expert at the art of love, and used his skills to command my body.
I cried out as the cresting wave of pleasure washed over me. The pulses of ecstasy making my knees week, I buckled against the wall almost falling over on top of Lysander.
He stood up, smiling wide; clearly proud of the pleasure he had given me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stood on tip toes to kiss him.
His arms encircled me, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him and felt the tip of his thick head, graze my folds. He leaned me against the wall and with a powerful thrust, impaled me onto his hard length.
“Oh God,” I moaned, as the head, and full length of his shaft fill me. He waited a second, allowing my body adjust to his thickness.
He started in a slow rhythm, sending waves of pleasure with each thrust.
My hands gripped at his shoulders as he pounded into me. My nails dug into his skin. Lysander let out a primal growl. The wave of pleasure crested again and I yelled out my pleasure with Lysander.
We remained motionless for a few moments, enjoying the aftershocks of our pleasure.

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