My Sunday Snog today showcases my new release, D&S Duos Book 4. Like the earlier volumes in my series, this one celebrates the thrill of sexual power and the ecstasy of surrender. In “Like Riding a Bicycle”, after years of vanilla marriage, a couple resumes the kinky games that first drew them together. The characters in “Limbo” experience the ultimate erotic connection thanks to dangerous and addictive out-of-body technology. D&S Duos Book 4 also includes bonus story “Blind Obedience” and a transgressive excerpt from Lisabet’s erotic thriller Bangkok Noir.
The excerpt below, which begins and ends with a kiss, is from “Limbo”.
Once you’ve read my snog, I hope you’ll visit Victoria’s page and sample some of the other kisses on offer today.
Peace then, quiet, the echoes fading slowly like ripples on a pond. We're lying together on the bed, now, arms and legs entangled, totally still. I feel grief welling up in you, tinged with bitterness. I stroke your hair out of your eyes, kiss you as gently as I can.
"It's not real," you say. "It's all an illusion."
"Not real? But we're more connected than we have ever been. More perhaps, than even that first night, when you first practiced your magick on me, and I knew that I was yours."
"Gimmicks. Tricks. That's all it was, all it is. There's no real power. You're just suggestible. You always have been. You imagined it all. You're just imagining this. You're really thousands of miles away from me, doped up and dreaming. I'll never touch you again."
What could I say to wash away your anger and despair?
"You touch me always. Daily. Why else would I be here? Risking my marriage, maybe even my life, to mark your birthday? After twenty five years, how can you doubt that my love is real? You know that if you ever called me, I would come to you. That's why, out of compassion, you never have."
You're silent, considering whether this is true. We make our choices. You've made yours as much as I have mine.
I decide that I can take control of this journey as well as you. We need to lighten up. This is, after all, your birthday.
"Hey, babe, how about some candles?" You're suddenly on your back and I'm straddling you, fishing birthday candles out of thin air and igniting them with a breath from pursed lips. I hold each one briefly over your body, dripping the wax onto your skin and watching you squirm. You are cheering up already. I use the wax to stick each candle onto your skin, until your chest and belly are a glittering array of flickering flames.
I raise myself up and graze my pubic hair across your swollen cock-head. You struggle unsuccessfully to remain still. Droplets of searing paraffin rain down on your flesh. "Make a wish," I whisper. Then I sink down onto your hardness, burying you deep inside me.
The flames lick at my thighs. Your cock is a candle, lighting me from within. We are melting into one, connected at last, finally fucking, finally making love. Our bodies flow, merging, mingling. We become indistinct, clouds of light, arrows of fire, flesh evaporating in the brilliance of our joining.
I feel a pull, a heaviness. My body is calling me back. There's time for one kiss, one whisper. "I'm yours. Always."
Get your own copy of this sizzling new release!
Or, if you’re feeling lucky, leave a comment below with your email address, and you might win the book free!