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Queen MaryMary (MF)

Love Beyond All Dimensions 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 30,686
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Historical Older Hero Romance, love triangle, public exhibition]

Victorian grace and charm blend with passion and humor in this May to December romance. Mary and John seem like a perfect match, but John severs ties after discovering they had a tragic past life together. Attempts to get over him do little to heal Mary’s heart. She is still very stuck on the older artist a year after the breakup. She decides to leave Scotland to break their connection.

Before she can leave, things get royally racy when Eric is put on her path, dragging John into the chaos they cause aboard the Queen Mary. She wants to be over John, but can she simply replace one soul mate with another? Explore the Scottish countryside as these sweet lovers not only try to build a future together, but also forgive each other for the past.

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Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Mare, are you sure you want me with you? I’m not as polished as John. I’m not used to these big parties.” Eric was fussing with his headdress as the motorcar sloshed down the street. It was another rainy night in Scotland. He was dressed as an Indian, and Mary couldn’t keep her hands off his thighs.

“Are you kidding? I have the most luscious Indian in my company.” She lifted his loincloth yet again and groaned. She squeezed his muscular thigh and then outlined his bulge, which was encased in tight underdrawers. Eric smacked her hand away playfully and chuckled.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll walk into the party standing at attention!” He hissed. 

Mary attempted to snake her hand under his loincloth again, but he slid over to the far side of the bench seat. He crossed his arms over his chest like an Indian warrior, glared at her, and then stuck his tongue out. Mary giggled and scooted closer.

“I promise to be good right now. But I promise that later you will not know what hit you. As soon as we’re in our stateroom, my head will be under that loincloth,” she purred in his ear. 

Eric glanced sideways and grinned. “Good, I always wanted to fuck a bird.” Mary laughed out loud and punched him on the arm.

“I’m not a bird! I told you I’m a phoenix! See the gold tail?” She grasped the long golden feather cord attached to the back of her outfit. Eric exhaled and gazed out the window. Then he turned to her with a smile.

“Will you cluck when I fuck you, or crow, or sing? Or whatever phoenixes do?” She knew he was joking with her, which she appreciated.

“I suggest you be a silent Indian warrior. Otherwise you won’t find out,” she said shortly, trying to sound stern. 

Her lips pinched in a serious line as she gazed at the rain dripping down the window. But when he started whistling like a bird she began laughing. He nuzzled into her neck, his feathered headdress tickling her bosom.

“Liar, you can’t resist me,” he murmured, nibbling her neck playfully.

“Oh my god, we’re here already! I don’t remember it being that quick,” she screeched. 

Her stomach churned as they approached the massive ship. The entire vessel was lit with festive lights, and colorful banners snapped in the breeze from the triple red smokestacks. She could already hear the music from the lowered window of the motorcar. Streams of costumed people were laughing and chatting as they approached the walkway. 

It had been an entire year since she’d seen John, and now the idea of facing him seemed impossible. She began breathing very fast, and she started to sweat. “I changed my mind. Let’s go home.”

Eric was already out of the motor coach and extending his hand toward her. “What? No way—we came all this way. You need to at least make an appearance. Don’t let him think you’re afraid.”

“But I am afraid,” she said softly. Her courage was waning very fast.

“Okay, then be afraid, but you’re still going aboard. Show that prig what you’re made of. And then I take you to our stateroom and make love to you. Slowly at first and then very fast the way you like.” She accepted his hand and allowed him to pull her out of the motorcar. As soon as she was standing he pulled her close and kissed her neck softly. When he pulled away, she staggered slightly. 

“You’re right. Let’s show that prig.” She straightened her back and linked arms with him. “Then yes, you’ll fuck my brains out. I’d like that very much, Sir Eric.” He laughed out loud as they marched toward the line of guests entering the ship.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Come in, Sir Johnathan, I have tea and coffee. What do you prefer?” She was amazed at how calm her voice sounded, for inside she was a bundle of nerves. 

He picked up the painting that was propped against the doorway and followed her into her den. She felt comfortable enough to allow him there. Otherwise she would have led him into the more formal parlor.

“Coffee, always coffee,” he responded.

“No Sutar tonight?” She stepped to the sideboard and poured his coffee into a mug. 

“Nay, even though he wanted to come. Ever since he found the statue, he’s been full of pep. Then seeing you was like turning back the hands of time for him,” he said with wonder. 

When Mary turned to ask him how he wanted his coffee, he was right there, only inches away. He placed a hand on either side of her, pinning her against the sideboard, his eyes never leaving hers. She gazed up into his eyes and leaned her body into his. 

“Johnathan, I…” But she didn’t finish her sentence. He pushed her hair aside and began nibbling her neck. As he leaned into her, she felt his hard bulge. There was no reason for her not to speak. Her mouth was quite free. But the truth was that she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel.

“You turned back the clock for me as well. I feel twenty years younger,” he whispered huskily into her ear, causing delicious shivers. 

She backed up farther, pushing the tea tray to the floor. The crashing added to her excitement. She had never felt so on fire, so alive. Quickly he grasped her by the hips and hoisted her onto the sideboard, his hands inching her long skirt up her thighs as he kissed her neck roughly. She was suddenly grateful she wasn’t wearing underwear—just stockings with garters.

Mary glanced down and saw him fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. He was having difficulty, so she pulled down his suspenders and pushed his pants down roughly. His cock sprang to life immediately. They were both panting heavily as he slid between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers. 

“Mary, yes,” he groaned. She wound her arms around his neck and tilted her head back. The sensation of his cock inside of her was so intense that she was incapable of speech. 

Once he was inside, he lifted her off the sideboard, moved them to the left, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, and pressed her against the wall. His large hands grasped her buttocks as he pumped her up and down on his thrusting cock. Lifting her up and then shoving her back down forcefully. He lifted and plunged harder and harder. She cried out in ecstasy while he fucked her in frenzy, holding tight onto his neck and not letting go.

On and on it went, a look of strain on his handsome face as he pumped her. She had never been fucked so hard and fast in her life, and it was exquisite.

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