In Bloodbond Prophecy, librarian Madelyn Walters never expected to marry, until she fell instantly in love with two new Spellbound, North Dakota, residents, Kade Torrente and Herrick Valais. They are shape-shifters, but she’s cursed. They try to convince her to bond permanently with them, but Madelyn fights the temptation. Will her secrets ruin their solitary chance to mate?
In Bride of the Furies, an arrow attack against her cattle ranch puts owner Alicia Tanner into the path of Drekar and Taghan, her survivalist neighbors and leaders of a stranded alien legion. Simply trying to exist privately on Earth, the warriors recognize her instantly as the mate they never expected, as mysterious dark forces threaten the trio’s newfound bliss.
In Sexual Memory, Jeremy Cahill will stop at nothing to find his missing love, Angelica Brice. Not even crossing into the Forbidden Zone to retrieve her prevents his illegal search. Not even if she can’t remember him or what they mean to each other. Not even if she also loves William, who’s saved her repeatedly in mortal combat.
The exotic and utterly masculine scent of him blasted her next, making the letters on the page swim before her eyes like the meaningless words of a language not yet learned.
“Pardon me,” he said. “Could you help me?” His deep voice with a hint of accent pulsed through her body like newly found, musical desire.
Bracing herself for a closer look, Madelyn lifted her face and got her first good gaze at what she soon realized was the epitome of male attractiveness. At least in her humble opinion.
“If I can,” she managed to say without her voice squeaking. His surprisingly light eyes bored a hole through her with a seductive intensity, causing her insides to warm and relax.
He smiled, and she swore angels sang another chorus in her head. His mouth had obviously been constructed solely for wicked, sinful things. Until this second she’d never expected to crave wicked, sinful things.
Good Lord in heaven, what in the world is wrong with me today?
“I’m seeking your…” He paused as if searching for the perfect word to utter. “Reference area. I’d like to look at the local terrain.” His hands spread out and swirled in a circle about the size of a small table top.
Her eyes narrowed. “And you’d like to see…a map, perhaps?”
“Yes.” He straightened. His delectable smile brightened to a level equal to the sun’s intensity. “Exactly like a map.” He said the word “map” like he tested the word on his tongue for the first time and liked the flavor of it. She was utterly entranced by every single tiny thing he did.
Madelyn had to send a mental message to her legs. One of, “Get going right now,” before she moved from behind the counter, passed through the small swinging door, corralling her behind the desk, and came around to where he stood. Even as she said the words, “Follow me,” her legs wobbled a bit before departing.
She walked past him where another flash of his scent made all the parts of her body seem to loosen and sway with a bit more bounce as she walked along. Slowing her gait to keep her feet firmly placed, she led him to a small room where several area maps resided.
There were some wound on spring loaded rollers on the wall that pulled down, others were rolled and stored in a rack that could be pulled out and put on the flat table. Plus, there was a large cabinet with narrow drawers for flat storage of local lands, terrain, and county lines.
Once inside the small space of the room, his engaging presence, scent and overall appealing masculinity overwhelmed her. She turned to face him, only to find that he’d moved as close as he could without actually touching her. What a shame.
“Thank you,” he said and leaned even closer. His eyes were unusual in color. Light gray, almost silver, and when he looked deeply into her eyes, as he did now, she would have sworn they glowed with an unearthly iridescent shine. Whatever color his eyes could be defined as, in her mind, they were simply mesmerizing. She couldn’t break her stare, and didn’t want to anyway.
Madelyn also leaned forward. Admittedly, she was a tall woman, well above average at an inch and a half below six feet standing barefoot. Tilting her head back to look “up” into this man’s eyes was a very nice change of pace. “You’re most welcome.”
He pressed forward. His hands came up and wrapped around her arms just above the elbows. His touch, even through the material of her sweater, was electric, sending jolts of sensation buzzing through her body as if he were electrified and had just plugged into her to share his juice.
His silver-eyed gaze penetrated her as if seeking the secrets of her soul. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to share her molecules with his, dancing the rest of the day together in wild, naked abandon.
Her lips were only a breath away from his seductive mouth. Locked in this position, Madelyn lost track of all time. But a single desire pulsed through her mind. Kiss me. Please kiss me.
He leaned closer. She did, too.
Just when she thought they were about to press their lips together, he stopped. He blinked a few times, and unfortunately, pulled himself away, putting the distance of a few inches between their faces.
His hands dropped away from her arms, the warmth of his touch went with it. She missed the heat immediately. He cleared his throat, and his expression said he regretted being so forward. She on the other hand had no such regret.
“Thank you,” he said again. He smiled, nodded slightly as if formally disengaging. His gaze shifted from her face to over one shoulder and remained focused there. She also adored his profile.
Madelyn, meanwhile, disappointed in failing to secure the lip-lock she’d wanted more than her next breath of air, decided to take it. She pressed forward in his direction. A desperate sense of need and desire overwhelmed her to the point she sort of stepped out and away from her regular, boring, unsexy self.
She’d never, ever been seduced by any man at any time until today. She feared she might die if she didn’t at least get a one tiny little kiss from his beautiful mouth.
When he turned his head back, and before he moved away from her proximity, Madelyn lunged her body into his, her breasts pushing gently into his solid chest. Her arms encircled his neck. She closed her eyes and aimed her lips at his, just wanting a brief connection to assuage her overwhelming curiosity. Before she could connect, a sound from behind made her pause a mere whisper from his mouth.
“Miss Walters!” The sudden and unwelcome voice of her superior, Edna Radcliff, wrenched her immediately from what might have been the best kiss of her life, if only she’d been able to unite their mouths.
But she’d failed. And now she was caught.
“If we’d had time, we would have provided richer and more comfortable components for the ceremony,” Herrick said quietly. “But I’m grateful you’ve agreed to join with us in our primitive setting, all the same.”
“We’re about to have sex out here, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” they both said in tandem. And it sounded like they were eager. She couldn’t blame them. She was also very enthusiastic to join with them.
Herrick grabbed the bowl, along with what looked like a crochet hook. “I need a few strands of your hair.” She nodded. He used the crochet-hook tool to cut a few strands, which he placed in the bowl. He then cut a piece of Kade’s hair and then a few strands of his own.
He twisted and knotted the strands of hair together, returning them to the bowl. He then grabbed her hand gently. “Now I need a drop of blood.”
“What?” She pulled her hand back.
He reached for her again, held her fingers over the bowl, pricked her finger with the very sharp crochet hook, and allowed a single drop of blood to splatter on to the entwined hair. He put his lips over her fingers, licking at her very small wound for a few seconds.
Next, Kade surrendered a drop of blood, which splattered over hers. And finally Herrick added his own life blood to the entwined locks of hair.
Madelyn was waiting for him to begin chanting over the bowl, perhaps willing the “spirits” of their people to accept their blood sacrifice.
Instead, he used two more unfamiliar tools, knocked them together a few times until a spark flew out and landed on the blood-soaked strands of hair, setting them instantly on fire.
She sucked in a deep breath, watching the flame quickly consume their offering.
“Now what?” she asked in an exaggerated whisper. They remained silent, but she figured out what was coming by the way they very quickly stood up and started divesting themselves of their clothing. From her kneeling position on the blanket, Madelyn watched both of them with silent appreciation. Once gloriously nude, they each reached out for her.
Madelyn didn’t stop them as they carefully, almost reverently, removed every stitch of her clothing. Kade moved before her, pressing his mouth to her lips in a sensuous kiss that had her knees weakened in seconds. The hurried nature of getting out here in the woods belied the slow sensual slide of his tongue as he thoroughly explored then plundered her mouth.
Herrick had moved in behind her, pressing his face against the sensitive back of her neck as the volcanic kiss with Kade continued.
Kade’s fingers framed her face as if it would help him kiss her harder and faster and more intensely.
All of a sudden, Herrick’s fingertips skimmed along her belly, moving upward toward her tingling breasts. One very fervent wish registered in her mind, and Herrick granted it by teasing her nipples until they peaked. The most acute arousal she’d ever known wound its way down to the moistening place between her legs.
One of Kade’s hands shifted away from her face, soon burrowing between her legs until he found and rubbed her clit. She moaned, swooned, and nearly came all at the same time.
Kade broke the kiss. With a sense of wonder he whispered, “You’re so wet for us, my love. I can’t wait to sink inside of you for the first time.”
“What are you waiting for? I’m ready. I want you.”
“My pleasure.” Before she expected it, Kade had pressed his sizable cock against her belly as if to prepare her for the coming bliss.
He kissed her once more then shifted so that his cock slid between her legs. The feel of his rigid flesh skimming across her clit once more put her at near rapture. She’d waited so long, never expecting this would ever happen. Madelyn took in her surroundings.
The night air was cold, but she only barely registered it on her naked skin as she was sandwiched between these two hot men. The smell of pine trees filled her lungs with every other breath, competing with the scent of her men, musky and masculine.
She was a stroke away from completion. She wanted to come, but she wanted Kade’s huge cock filling her before she let go.
As if he read her mind, the tip of his cock, still lodged between her thighs, pressed against her pussy opening. She sucked in another deep breath as he thrust inside her pussy for the first time.
Kade’s cock pushed deeper. She was filled to capacity, and it felt amazing. The feeling was so extraordinary she wasn’t certain she could put into words the extreme ecstasy she felt in this moment. Herrick kept her steady when her knees wanted to buckle. She knew he’d keep her upright.
Herrick’s hand slipped from breast down toward where she was joined to Kade. The fingers still attached to her nipple squeezed, sending a raucous feeling of delight all the way down to her stretched pussy.
BRIDE OF THE FURIES
“You aren’t even trying,” Taghan said as if disgusted. He brought his massive claymore overhead, gripping and readying for a two-handed strike in an effort to split Drekar’s skull in two all the way to his midsection. Which was possible. Drekar had seen him do it to an alien enemy in battle once.
He’d actually seen him do it more than once. But those battles had been quite a long time ago. And they hadn’t taken place in this world.
Drekar’s mind strayed, visiting that long ago place with a single second of nostalgic illusion that was very unlike him. Especially since he was in a bare-chested sword battle with his bond brother.
Drekar barely dodged the death blow, catching the breeze of the long sword along his right flank from shoulder to hip. “I am trying.”
While his physical efforts during this match soared, his mind was still oddly distracted for some unfathomable reason. If he wasn’t careful, his blood brother might accidentally kill him in this protected area of their new home in the mountains of Wyoming.
Taghan recovered from missing him with the overhead blow, and immediately swung his sword in a horizontal arc meant to catch Drekar in the side as he launched away from previous attempt to maim.
For the first time in more than a decade, the tip of Taghan’s sword caught Drekar along his left flank, splitting his flesh open.
The warm, coppery scent of his blood rose in the air around him. The pain came next. It was negligible as far as wounds went, however, it hadn’t happened in such a long time he was shocked into stopping. The match was over. He’d lost.
Taghan also stopped moving as soon as he completed the swing that sliced open his side. He stared at the wound with wide eyes, as if even more stunned it had happened. Drekar looked down so they both stared at the red blood now coating his side and soaking the waistband of his fatigue pants.
“You cut me.” Drekar couldn’t believe it. His gaze rose to Taghan.
His bond brother was obviously surprised. It showed in his now-narrowed eyes. However, he was quick to assign the blame. “Guess you should have been paying attention to the fight instead of daydreaming.”
“I was not daydreaming.”
Taghan huffed. “Whatever. The proof is in the gushing wound on your side.” He lifted his weapon, pointing to the cut with his blood-tipped sword.
“Oh my goodness, you’re hurt. Don’t worry. I’ve got a first-aid kit in my car. I’ll go get it.” The third voice—a sultry, feminine, and very unexpected voice—intruding on their conversation startled Drekar into dropping his sword.
Taghan grunted in surprise, swinging his sword in the direction of the intruder. His entire body tensed as if expecting a deathblow at his back as he, too, looked over to the direction from where the voice came.
At the edge of the clearing, a shapely figured woman with long, curly, golden hair turned and started running down a narrow path.
Drekar didn’t even see her face, just her beautiful, flowing blonde hair, perfect ass, and graceful, long legs as she moved away from them. The exact center of his chest exploded with a warm feeling. It was a sensation he never expected to experience.
Not here. Not ever.
He exchanged a heated look with Taghan. The beat of his heart doubled. The realization of who this woman was brought disbelief to his mind. Questions soon battered into his brain one after another. Where did she come from? How did she see them? Where was she going? How could she possibly exist in this world? And most importantly in this astounding moment, where was she going?
Taghan also dropped his sword. They exchanged another meaningful gaze for a couple of seconds on the unexpected nature of their visitor. Wordlessly and together they chased after her. Drekar no longer felt the wound in his side or blood soaking his waistband.
He didn’t know how it was possible, but the woman they now pursued was extraordinarily unique. Every female of their race had been annihilated over five years ago on their home world. The area was now an asteroid field littering a far-off solar system.
This unknown woman they chased was thought to have been killed long ago. Drekar pushed his mind deeper toward her, suddenly realizing she was in fact human. Not of their former world, but instead of this new planet. Stunning in the implication of his current thoughts.
There was no mistaking the lure of her being and the enticing vision of her though he hadn’t seen her face.
This beautiful stranger. This innately mortal being.
She was their one. How is that possible?
An undiscovered mate resided in this world.
Without any further words, both of them began a seduction of touch unlike anything she’d ever imagined. Their fingertips, mouths, and tongues trailed a wickedly stimulating path over every inch of her body. In less than five minutes, she was panting for what she knew was coming next. Sex. And she wanted it even more after they’d tantalized her from shoulders to ankles with tactile pleasure.
“Take me,” she whispered when Taghan pressed his lips to her throat. “I’m ready.”
Drekar was sucking one of her nipples. Taghan’s fingers were buried between her legs, pushing in and out of her pussy.
“Soon,” he responded, trailing kisses to her shoulder. His fingers still breached her, pushing inside her gushing pussy and making her even wetter.
Drekar released her nipple, putting his hand over her breast and then nibbling his way from her shoulder to her neck. Rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb sent jolts of pleasure from her breast to her clit.
Taghan continued thrusting his digits in and out of her pussy. However, just as the blaze of arousal hit her clit from Drekar’s fingers stroking her nipple, Taghan shifted his thumb to also rub her sensitive nub.
The blissful feeling hit her like a tidal wave of arousal. Her back arched, her toes curled, and she was about ready to scream in climax.
Three strokes away from nirvana, Taghan stopped touching her clit, and Drekar stopped tugging her nipple.
She sucked in a deep breath, ready to voice her frustration, but both men suddenly shifted.
Drekar moved his body over hers, pressing his mouth to her lips for an engaging kiss. Once he’d driven her to distraction with his tongue, he slid his arms beneath her, clenched her tight, and twisted to lie on his back. Now she was on top.
She rose over him, moving her legs to straddle either side of his hips. His cock pulsed against her gushing pussy lips. She was so desperate for him, she shifted her hips until the tip of his cockhead was centered at her pussy opening.
She caught his eye, wanting to impale herself on him instantly. He smiled as if this is what he’d planned on all along. She pressed her hips down and back, allowing his thick cock to breach her body.
Alicia fairly vibrated from bliss as his cock slowly penetrated her internal slickness. She sucked in a breath as his exceptional width stretched the walls of her pussy to a new capacity. He let her determine the speed of the thrust, and while he was incredibly large to accommodate, she wanted more, and she wanted deeper, and she wanted harder.
Propelling her pussy all the way down over his rigid cock brought a smile to his lips. His fingers gripped her legs as if he also enjoyed their sexy, tight union.
“Feel good?” he asked in a low tone.
“I feel amazing,” she whispered. She arched her back, allowing an even deeper connection. “I want more.”
Taghan moved behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, squeezing in a seductive massage she loved.
He kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling his face against her hair. “I’m about to give you more,” he murmured. “A lot more.”
Gently, he pushed her down until her breasts crushed deliciously into Drekar’s chest. His cock was still wedged solidly in her pussy. One side of her face pressed into his neck as she waited for Taghan to mount her.
Taghan spread her cheeks with his fingers and applied the magic lube generously inside and around her anal hole. She already knew that he liked aggressive kissing and making out. She sincerely hoped he wouldn’t split her in two with his mighty cock as he pierced her virgin ass.
Discarding the container on the small table next to the bed, Taghan then eased himself directly behind her.
The tip of his cock rubbed around the rim of her rear hole as if gathering lube on the end to better aid in the coming penetration. She closed her eyes, and tensed her muscles, waiting for a level of pain she hoped she could endure.
As if he sensed her mild panic, Taghan massaged her butt cheeks with the palms of his roughened warrior’s palms. Her anxiety dropped several notches. He’d never hurt her. She knew this. Taghan soon eased the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscles surrounding her rosette.
His breach didn’t hurt exactly, but she certainly felt every single centimeter of his full, wide progress as he pushed his shaft deeper and deeper inside her rear channel.
Drekar turned his head and kissed her brow. She lifted her face, and he kissed her lips like it was the most important thing he’d ever do.
Licking his way inside, Drekar made slow, sweet love to her mouth. One of his hands funneled into her hair behind one ear. He gripped her locks between his tightening fingers, and she forgot pretty much everything else that was going on beyond their seductive kiss.
A tug at her waist was the first indication that she had a something wrapped around her torso. She tried to get up, but fell right back to the dirt. Moving her head in any direction made her dizzy and nauseous, so she reached down with a hand and felt a thin metal chain looped through the belt loops of the skirt she wore. Interesting.
“Why am I chained?” she asked the air around her, because no one else seemed to be listening. A cheer rose behind her head in deafening wonder. Where the hell am I?
Taking a deep breath in, she exhaled, rolled to her back, and took stock of her circumstances. She was flat on her back, resting in dry, packed dirt, feeling as weak as a newborn Ugrian Crater fox. The metal tether tugged hard at her waist and took her breath away in the next instant. She reached out and pulled at the tautly stretched links.
The man sliced his sword down on another beast, dispatching it to hell or wherever it had come from, and finally turned to her. “You’re awake. Good. Now get your ass up before you get us both killed.”
“What is going on here?” She was at a loss and still puzzling over the chain at her waist. Until she noticed that the chain around her was attached to another longer chain which was connected to the chain around “his” waist. Shit. They were chained together.
What the fuck?
The man, wielding the sword with deadly efficiency, barely glanced down as he reached out his free hand down in her direction. She grasped it because otherwise she couldn’t get up. All her muscles felt melted, and her legs barely functioned to support her as she straightened.
Above her head the crowd suddenly let loose a chorus of boos, obviously unhappy about something. Once on her feet, the dizzy feeling remained. She swayed and pressed hard against the muscular chest and shoulder of the stranger she was attached to. He clutched her close and moved them—her stumbling—backward against what looked like a curved wooden wall. Above her head a couple feet she saw partial views of various and sundry spectators cheering once more. A second look and she realized they were inside a large wooden fence of some sort.
Were they in a sports arena?
She opened her eyes, squinting as she surveyed her surroundings. It looked like they were in a stadium, an open air one. The sky above the highest seats was a lavender blue shade and there wasn’t a single cloud marring the view of the heavens. In fact, it was a perfectly lovely day to kill beasts while chained to a strange man.
The noise level around her was deafening. The people in the stands were dressed crudely in drab-colored tunics suggesting humble lives, but most of them also stood up and shook their fists, screaming, “Kill. Kill. Kill.”
The man against her squeezed her around the waist until she looked into his eyes. He mouthed something she didn’t hear. She shook her head and squinted again. Every time the man chained to her had spoken, he’d had to scream his words. Even then she only barely heard him over the din of the others.
He glanced over his shoulder as if to assess the immediate threat. There were other beasts, but they were across on the other side of the stadium involved with other chained people. Instead of screaming in her direction, he lowered his sculpted mouth to her ear. His breath ruffled her hair and tickled her flesh. A flash of desire drove inappropriately down her body. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice deep and sensual, sporting a slight accent. Sexy.
She started to speak, but knew she wouldn’t be heard in this loud venue. She simply shook her head again, mouthing the word “no” so that he understood. She wasn’t hurt exactly, just weak and disoriented.
He nodded and the hint of a smile curved one corner of his attractive mouth. Given the sexy dream she’d had before waking up here, she decided she shouldn’t get too attached to this man even if he had saved her.
The man in her dreams—the one she’d been enthusiastically fucking—had several tattoos etched across his chest. One in particular stuck out in her mind. It was located right below his collarbone and she remembered kissing one particular alpha-numeric mark, knowing somehow that it was special as her dream man’s cock thrust deeply inside her pussy. A small shudder ran down her body as the sexy memory coursed through her.
The gladiator man hugging her—while he also had a few tattoos on his impressive body—didn’t possess the same ones as the man in her foggy memory, and none of them were below his collarbone.
Across the circular arena the sound of an uproar caught their attention. She noticed two other pairs of combatants fighting various mutant gigantic animals. However, the other pairs of fighters didn’t fare as well as she and her gladiator had.
A tiger-like beast with brown, gold, and white stripes stepped toward a pair of men as if he wanted to play with them. Instead, the huge animal swiped a massive paw at one man and took his arm off cleanly at the shoulder joint. Unfortunately, it had been the hand holding his sword. Rich, red blood spurted from the fighter’s shoulder where his sword arm used to be attached. He turned his head to look at his arm on the dirt ground and started screaming. But only until the beast took another swipe and his head went flying in the opposite direction.
“Oh god,” she cried and turned her head into her partner’s neck. But she couldn’t un-see the carnage.
“What is going on here?” she asked again, but knew she couldn’t be heard over the loud cheering. Her inclination was to dart away screaming in any direction away from this horrid violent place.
If any of her muscles had been capable of cooperation, she might have made a run for it. But the man she was chained to was the only thing keeping her upright. If she ran, he’d have to be willing to come along. And where would she go? She didn’t know this place. It was unfamiliar. Alien. A place she’d never been before, right?
Then a very sudden and so much more disturbing thought occurred. Where am I suddenly shifted to who am I?
She didn’t know who she was!
William devoured her mouth, thrusting his firm tongue between her willing lips. She fairly hungered for his attention. His kiss. His cock.
Her breasts tingled and swelled even as she pressed herself closer and closer still. William wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her tighter. Soon his hands slid down to cup her ass, holding her in place so he could bury his growing cock against the warmth of her center. Being melded together simply wasn’t enough. Parisa wanted more.
With a groan, she tore her lips from his and searched their immediate location for the direction of the bed. She wanted to get comfortable.
Together they turned their heads in synchronicity to the crude sleeping surface. A thin mattress on top of a flat stone ledge jutting out from the wall was the accommodation.
Parisa pushed William backward toward the simple bed, not caring if it were comfortable or not. They just needed a place to fuck.
Two steps from the bed, William slid an arm around her waist and held her from the destination she raced to. “Not that I’m going to turn you down, but the kiss was the only boon I’d envisioned.”
“Well, I need more.” Parisa flung herself on him once more and pushed her mouth against his sculpted lips again. The flavor of his ardor was apparent in his kiss. He wanted her, too.
“I need you,” she broke away long enough to whisper. Her tongue swept back into his mouth to convince him. His cock pressed into her skirt, as if in response. She reached down and unfastened the toggles along his fly. His hips lurched forward, bumping his rigid arousal against her belly. She slipped her fingers into the opening of his pants and grasped his cock with her bare hand.
His growl of appreciation and the insistent kiss increased her ardor to near desperate levels of desire.
William secured his hands to her face and deepened the already volcanic kiss. Moments later, and without even realizing he’d moved, his fingers caressed her ribcage beneath her shirt. He pushed the garment up until her breasts slipped free. His knuckles glanced across the underside of one breast, bringing that nipple to pert attention.
The next touch was his palm glancing along the tip of her breast as his fingers rubbed and squeezed the tip of the other. The sensation was so acute, she shuddered. Her pussy lips moistened and then gushed in anticipation of what was to come next. Sex.
He broke the urgent kiss and trailed his mouth to her unattended breast. He latched onto her nipple, swirling his tongue across the surface. The suction he exerted was excruciatingly perfect. She wanted more, more, more.
She squeezed his cock again. He sucked her nipple harder even as he pinched the other tip. Tingles of desire raced through her body from his ministrations. A gush of fluid released from her pussy the scent of which even she noticed.
Her shirt was pushed up under her arms, but she was distracted by his attention to her nipples when suddenly she realized she was horizontal. One moment they were touching each other while standing, and the next, she was flat on her back alone on the bed. Her skirt had miraculously flipped above her waist in the process.
Parisa sent a startling lust-filled gaze to William’s beautiful blue eyes.
“Come here,” she commanded. Her voice had deepened as her sexual desire had increased ten-fold in the past few moments.
William smiled and bent over the bed. His head lunged toward her crotch. The second his lips fastened to her pussy and he licked her clit, she came in a wondrous glow of pleasure. Hips bucking and back arching, Parisa moaned her release long and loud. The sounds of her elation echoed off the stone walls.
Before the constrictions of her pussy subsided, William had climbed onto the bed and straddled her thighs. She locked gazes with him. His expression was that of question. His trousers were unbuttoned, now gaping open where she’d freed him.
His cock, thick and long, jutted from a thatch of dark curly hair between his muscular legs. And she wanted him inside of her.
“Please,” she said and grabbed him. His cock throbbed in her hand. He lowered his hips until his cockhead pushed inside her body. The sensation of his wide dick penetrating her with slow deliberate care sent a new friction of ecstasy along her spine and to the still-pulsating walls of her pussy.
The weight of his chest flattened her breasts with delicious pressure. At first, he moved slowly inside. It was nice, but she urged him to go faster with the uplifted surge of her hips against his. She met each thrust with one of her own.
“Harder,” she whispered. He accommodated her. His heated breath, scented with her first orgasm, rushed against the side of her head with each penetration, breathing and stroking as if in synchronized motion. Like one couldn’t happen without the other. The sweet scent of fresh-cut flowers drifted around them along with the musky flavor of sex, bolstering her desire into the stratosphere.
The friction of his movement brushed against her clit with each stroke of his cock within her body. Parisa was fast headed to another pinnacle.