I've been hard at work preparing my next novel for print. I know that's no excuse to shirk my responsibilities here, I apologize to my co-bloggers and the readers. I'm hoping this little steamy scene might smooth things over. It's an excerpt from my upcoming novel, Hunters & Prey.
We stood under the soft cascade of warm water without speaking for a few moments. Through the glass shower door, the room became hazy as the bathroom filled with a thick cloud of steam.
Lysander finally broke the silence. “Do we forgive each other then? Can we try to be happy, my 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 sank 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 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. Reach-ing down, I took his hard length into my hands. I broke from our kiss, looking up into his large dusky-grey 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 direction, moving back to the outside of my thigh.
I groaned in frustration.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I should punish you for leaving the way you did.” The heat from his breath sent a shiver down my spine.
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, 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 penetrated my skin. I gasped as his finger delved deep into me, sending pleasurable waves through my body.
The sensual pull of his mouth as he fed from 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 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 hand, 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 didn’t linger long. Slowly, he kissed a path from my mouth to my neck. From my neck, he blazed a trail of light kisses to my breast, stopping to nip playfully at each one. From my breast he moved down, stopping briefly at my navel, before traveling lower.
I leaned my head back against the wall as his tongue worked its magic, writing invisible words of ecstasy onto 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 weak. I buckled against the wall, almost falling 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 again and with a powerful thrust, impaled me onto his hard length.
“Oh God,” I moaned, as full length of his shaft filled me. He waited a second, allowing my body adjust to his thickness.
Through our connection, I felt the torture of that momentary pause. Lysander struggled to hold back; he wanted to charge into my ready and willing body, though that conflicted with his desire to draw out the pleasure.
He started slowly, gently thrusting, pressing my back into the wall as he drove into me.
I gripped his shoulders and thrust my hips in return to meet his charge, ensuring every inch of his thickness would fill me.
The slow rhythm soon became a fevered rush as together, through our bond, we shared every blissful, toe-curling sensation.
I held on tightly as he plunged harder and deeper into me, finding that secret spot inside that caused stars to dance in my vision. I dug my nails into his skin, and my breath came in short staccato bursts as I rode high onto the cresting wave of ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I threw my head back, screaming out Lysander’s name. He too let out his own primal growl as we came together.
Out of breath and completely spent, we remained motionless for a few moments, enjoying the aftershocks of our pleasure.