Monday, October 19, 2020

Out today! Halloween Heart-throbs Boxed Set – #Halloween #ParanormalRomance #BoxedSet @Totally_Bound

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Today is release day for our boxed set of sexy paranormal tales, Halloween Heart-throbs. As the days fly by and Halloween approaches, Bobbie Russell, Ashley Ladd and I offer some deliciously erotic shivers in the spirit of the ghostly season.

Rendezvous by Lisabet Sarai

For Rebecca, Halloween has always been special, an opportunity for her to cast off her sensible, ordinary self and assume a new look and a new identity: someone extraordinary, sensual and seductive.

When Halloween night finds her stranded by a breakdown in a seedy motel nearly a hundred miles from her friend's annual party, she's terribly frustrated and disappointed. Then she discovers that her room is haunted by the invisible but unquestionably virile ghost of a rake who seduced local women nearly half a century earlier. Gradually, the ghost unmasks Rebecca's secret desires, fulfilling every one.

By the time midnight tolls, Rebecca has come face to face with more magic than she had ever imagined.

Twelfth of Never by Bobbie Russell

Author Zoe Shepard races away from an unfaithful lover in the States only to fall into the arms of a spirit in Ireland. While she has no intention of allowing another faithless male in her life, she doesn't mind this particular man because he demands nothing and night after night he gives her incredible climaxes. It isn't until the full moon that Zoë actually meets Keegan McFallon, knight and lord of clan McFallon, in human form.

Because of a sorceress's spell, he's doomed to remain in the spirit world, except on the nights of new and full moons, until he has an orgasm on the Twelfth of Never. Unfortunately, that is a riddle he cannot seem to solve. Keegan, with his long blond hair, broad shoulders, and constant hard-on, is so much better in the flesh than in spirit form that Zoë sets about trying to discover how to release him from the sorceress's spell. In the meantime, she decides to write his story, but…

Who's going to believe a story about a five hundred year old spirit who has to orgasm on the Twelfth of Never to return to mortal form?

Wishcraft by Ashley Ladd

Felicia likes to dabble in love potions, but when she brews one for her old enemy Acacia, it goes awry when Acacia's intended, Jeremy Knowles, falls for Felicia.

Jeremy pursues Felicia and although she fears it's only spell-induced, Felicia can't resist his charms. She only hopes that she won't be forced to turn Acacia into a toad to keep the secret so that Jeremy won't find out, before she can confess her sins.

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Excerpt from Rendezvous

Gradually the hurricane died away. The spasms faded. I found myself crumpled on the carpet, buried among the satin layers of my skirts. My thighs were sticky. My clit stung. My nipples felt rigid and sore. Dazed, I tried to remember. I had been drinking. I had imagined things, disembodied voices, invisible hands. I must have passed out.

I struggled to stand. My legs were wobbly. Then I saw my shoulder, the scarlet tooth marks that were still there. It was no dream, no drunken hallucination.

Hello?” My voice was a timid squeak. I peered around the room, looking for other evidence of my invisible but definitely substantial visitor. “Are you here? Hello!”

Silence. The silence of the grave. I didn't know whether I was relieved or disappointed.

Gingerly, I removed the costume and hung it up again. It was somewhat the worse for wear, but I thought it would be acceptable by candlelight. Anyway, what did it matter? Something magical had happened, something dark and seductive and inexplicable. The most thrillingly transgressive Halloween party seemed tame by comparison.

I slumped down on the bed, my heart still beating faster than normal. What, exactly, had happened? I remembered the unseen hands, so skilled and confident. I remembered the rich, persuasive voice. I recalled the thrill of being taken, not exactly against my will, but with a strength that had seemed to make escape impossible. All at once I was horny again.

I brushed a fingertip over the breast that he had abused. Ghostly pain lurked behind the physical pleasure. I pulled my heels up near my butt and spread my thighs. My clit throbbed, inviting my attention, but it was too tender to touch. I stroked my fingertips along the insides of my lower lips, shivering with each slippery traversal. Pretending that it was him.

Perhaps I could call him. I'd always read that spirits could be summoned, and he must be a spirit, or something similar. “Hello? Sir?” I listened to the silence. A train whistle wailed faintly in the distance, a lonely sound in the empty night. “Please, I didn't mean to send you away. You can come back, if you want to.”

I paused, and was astonished to discover tears in my eyes. “Please, sir. Come back.”

There was no answer. I sighed. What did I expect? Perhaps the whole thing was the result of my over-active imagination, and my long months without a boyfriend. But what about the bite, the blood? I laid back wearily against the pillow, forearm over my eyes. It was going to be a long night.

I'm here, Rebecca.” His voice, warm, welcoming, challenging, at the bedside.

My eyes flew open. Of course I saw nothing, but when I reached out my hand, it encountered solid flesh, encased, it seemed, in leather.


Sunday, October 18, 2020

Sexy as sin - but basically a stranger... #Erotica #Librarian #Giveaway @ReillyRomance

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Blurb

Middle school librarian and aspiring writer Julia Morgan's last relationship ended months ago. Once labeled as "boring in the bedroom," she visits Behind Closed Doors, an adult toy store, hoping to spice up her sex life. The aisles of erotic products aren't nearly as hot as the store's sexy owner, but is she brave enough to let a virtual stranger coax her out of her sexual shell?

Excerpt

Clay lowered his body down to her right side. “Smells girly in here too. Like you. Like roses and lemons?”

Didn’t you know? All women have to burn candles periodically. It’s part of our handbook.”

Really? Can’t say I did know. Do you have a copy of this handbook? You know. For science.”

Julia shrugged. “Maybe I ruined our secret. No written copies available for men.”

Maybe you did.” He stared at her, his gaze roving across her body. “So you want to watch a movie or something?”

His blood was humming, his pulse racing. He hoped hers was too.

A movie? Sure. Perfect.” She flipped the TV on, settling on the first movie she saw, some random comedy. “This one okay?”

His gaze locked on her. “Perfect.”

Yep. Perfect.” She glanced down at her hands in her lap.

It was time to make a move. “So can I?” He scooted even closer as he ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, her skin hot beneath his fingers.

She blinked. “Can you what?”

Kiss you?” He hovered, almost touching her lips with his. But he waited.

Please.” She took a ragged breath before he slid his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer to him, his gaze locked with hers. He took his time, kissing her like she was a fine wine, something to savor. Like he was a drowning man and the only oxygen was through her.

About the Author


Rachael Reilly is a steamy romance writer living right outside Nashville, Tennessee. She also previously worked as a freelance writer for smaller magazine publications.

When not writing things that make her blush, Rachael can be found people watching, reading most anything she can get her hands on, or searching for her own Prince Charming through online dating. These activities are almost always accompanied by a glass of lemonade or cheap wine.

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Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic - #Halloween #Giveaway #SizzlingSunday

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Another October Sunday – another searingly erotic excerpt as part of my Sizzling Sunday meme – and another chance for one lucky reader to win a free paranormal book!

Today I’m featuring my short story collection Fourth World: Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic. Though it’s not specifically a Halloween book, it includes three very different vampire tales, as well as ghosts, succubi, magicians and a bit of tentacle erotica.

My excerpt today comes from one of the vampire stories, “Renfield’s Lament”, a bloody exploration of dark desire told from the perspective of a vampire couple’s human slave.

You could win an ebook copy of this thrilling and unsettling book. Just leave me a comment, with your email so I can find you if you win! Recently I have picked several winners, but have not had any way to contact them. Don’t miss out!

Exclusive Excerpt from Renfield’s Lament

The inner door slams against the wall as one of them flings it open. My mistress snarls and springs, landing on all fours atop my prone form. Her thighs clench around my hips. Her fingers clamp down on my shoulders. She lowers her face to my bleeding chest and begins to feed.

The first touch of her lips banishes all the pain. There's a tearing as she applies her fangs to deepen the wound, a pulling as her suction draws the blood from my heart, but these sensations are scarcely noticeable, swept away in a flood of ecstasy. Despite her fury, we're enveloped in pure, white peace.

She's nude—they rarely wear clothing on the nights they sate their hunger, almost as if to taunt me. Her inner thighs brush my raging cock in a satin caress. Her pussy hair tickles the head as she sinks into a deeper crouch and sucks harder. If I were not bound, I could slip inside her, completing the circuit. I could give her my cum and my life at the same time.

I don't need that, though. It's bliss enough to feel her skin against mine, her teeth worrying my flesh. When I finally expire, she'll understand at last how much I love her.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Carl's shout breaks her spell. She looks over her shoulder, her fangs bared, at the giant trying to drag her off my body. The pain of my bleeding wounds slams back into my consciousness. No, I want to cry, no please, let us be. I'm too weak and dazed to do more than whimper.

At first I think the Dom will succeed. Then he's snatched away—presumably by my master. There's a loud snap, like a tree branch breaking in a storm, and the thud of something heavy hitting the floor.

"Alicia." My master is by my side, restraining his consort. His ever-erect organ prods my thigh. "Alicia, get hold of yourself. That's Renfield you're draining, not the prey."

The blood madness leaches out of my mistress' eyes. "Renfield?" She stares at me. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I—I want—don't stop, Mistress, please." My voice is a hoarse croak. "Take me. I beg you. Take my life. I want to die feeding you."

The astonishment I see in her lovely face morphs into a mocking grin. Her laugh rings like fine crystal. "Don't be silly, Renfield. Why would we kill you? You're the best slave we've had in centuries."

She swings her leg over my bound form and slides to her feet. The agony of losing contact with her is far worse than any physical pain. My eyes blur with tears. Still, I can see her smile, and my master's too, handsome and cruel.

"Poor, crazy Renfield. I'm sorry, but you're too valuable to kill." She lays her palm against my cheek. Her touch is chill as fog at dawn. My heart leaps at the renewed connection, but it's all too brief. "Besides, it's rather amusing to be desperately and hopelessly adored."

"I imagine you'd like to fuck your mistress, wouldn't you?" My master's hand hovers over my straining erection. "Or me, perhaps? In your dirty little mortal dreams, do you imagine a ménage with the undead? How pathetic!"

I don't have enough blood left to blush. Shame overwhelms me, though, shame and utter despair. They've known all along how I feel. They've deliberately tormented me, with their gorgeous ferocity and unearthly beauty.

"Perhaps, though, we should let you come—just this once. I do feel sorry for you, Renfield." Her tone tells me she's not sorry at all. That doesn't stop me from erupting when her finger tip grazes my cock.

It's like an earthquake, devastating and irresistible. My balls contract until the tightness is pure agony. Cum forces its way up my stalk and spews out over my belly, mingling with the drying blood. There's fiery pleasure, but it's laced with shadow, like thunderclouds torn by lightning. Afterward, there's a drift of ashes.

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Friday, October 16, 2020

Two entangled souls .... #GothicRomance #Thriller #PNR @Heather081079

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Blurb

It’s been five years since Kiara's abduction; five long years of therapy, meant to treat her haphephobia, her fear of touch. Now, she finally feels ready to be touched by the one man she trusts—her best friend, Tyler. That is, until the creatures return and Kiara must wrestle with the secret she thought she had left in the past.

Tyler's no saint. A broken actor, sex addict, and heroin junkie, he's lucky to be alive. Kiara is the one good thing in his life. He would never touch her, never break her trust. Not even if she wanted him to.

As the visions worsen, destroying Kiara's hope for a normal life, the two entangled souls must search the shadows of their past to find the truth, before darkness tears them apart forever.

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About the Author

With five titles accepted for publication in the last year, Heather's work has appeared in several anthologies and short story collections, including "Storyteller Magazine", "Zimbell House Publishing", and "Coffin Bell Journal".

Born and raised in North East Texas, Heather Harrison grew up with a family of misfits, leaving her with a wild imagination and a sharp sense of humor. After spending over a decade in management and marketing, she decided to pursue her life-long dream as a writer. With the very patient understanding of her family, friends, and some helpful strangers, her first book, Franny's Fable, was published in the winter of 2017 and second book, Shadows of Ascension is scheduled to be published late 2019. Heather lives in Dallas, Texas with her family.

Heather loves to connect with her readers and other writers:

www.heathernharrison.com
Twitter @Heather081079

 


 

Thursday, October 15, 2020

From shy to kick-ass! All my romantic heroines… #paranormalromance #mermaids #heroines @AliceAuthor

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By Alice Renaud (Guest Blogger)

My first attempt at writing a romance novel wasn’t a success. One problem was that the hero was a jerk. I aimed for Alpha male and ended up with Epsilon arrogant and overbearing spoilt brat. The heroine wasn’t great either. She was a bit of a drip… although she still deserved more than the Mr Super-Macho I had saddled her with. Needless to say, the book never found a publisher, and the world is probably better for it. I was writing what I thought readers wanted, rather than what I wanted to write. But these days, drippy heroines are no longer in favour. I think romance readers like strong heroines, who are more than a match for the hero.

Fast forward a few years and I was writing the story that became A Merman’s Choice, my first published book, the first in the Sea of Love series. The hero of this fantasy romance, shape-shifting merman Yann, isn’t an Alpha in the old fashioned sense. He’s a good guy, generous and caring, and he helps the heroine overcome her phobia of water. Alex is a gentle soul, but I was careful not to make her too helpless. In fact, in the course of the story, she overcomes her anxiety, discovers her inner strength, and finally rescues the hero! I enjoyed writing Alex’s journey from frightened girl to strong woman.

My second heroine is feistier. Charlie, heroine of Music for a Merman, book 2 in the Sea of Love series, is a spunky eco-warrior. She knows what she wants, and isn’t afraid to grab it… even if what she wants is the shape-shifting merman-cop who has just arrested her! Charlie was real fun to write. She is sassy, sexually confident and more experienced than the hero.

So it wasn’t surprising when my third heroine turned out to be the most kick-ass I’ve ever written. Caltha, in Mermaids Marry in Green, book 3 in the Sea of Love series, is a tough, feisty shape shifting mermaid, a warrior and a leader. Her skill with a blade is second to none, and she never shies away from a fight. I enjoyed writing her story very much. She has inner vulnerabilities too – when she falls for the hero, it is the first time she is in love, and this love tests her to her limits.

You can have too much of a good thing, though. I don’t think all my heroines will always be as tough, because it would get boring. I like showing how a character evolves. A strong heroine who discovers her inner softness, a gentle heroine who digs deep to find her inner warrior, are equally interesting.

What about you? Do you prefer kick-ass heroines, or gentler ones? Does it depend on the story, the genre? Let me know in the comments below!

Blurb

Caltha Dooran is the toughest, fiercest shape-shifting mermaid in the western seas. She has three Clans to rule, and no time for romance. But when a warlock, Jonty, turns up and asks her to come with him to London to capture a water monster, she can't say no. In London, away from her duties, her attraction for Jonty grows... and they soon fall under each other's spell. But will his past and her responsibilities pull them apart, or can they find the only true magic, the one that binds two souls together?



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Excerpt

Jontys head hit the pavement with a thud and searing pain lanced through his skull. He kicked, hard, and connected with one assailants groin. The man yelped and rolled off him, but the other attacker stamped on Jontys wrist. The bone-crunching torment made him gasp and open his hand. The thug picked up his gun and pointed it at him.

Id stay still if I were you.

The incantation formed on his lips, almost without any intervention from his brain. Power crackled through him, then doubt sneaked in. He hadnt used a fighting spell for a year and a half, not since that terrible night when he and Jackie had taken on the hagsand lost. Because he wasnt as good as hed believed. Because the spell hadnt worked. Because hed over-reached himself. And Jackie had paid the price for it. Grief crushed his chest, a feeling far more excruciating than the throbbing in his head and wrist. The magic in his body fizzled out. Once, hed practised the spell so many times, he could have recited it in his sleep. But now he couldnt have performed it even if hed wanted to.

The hoodlum sneered. Youre not much of a threat.

But I am. Calthas sweet voice came from behind the man, and Jonty saw his expression change, his features contract in pain.

Of course, you could shoot my friend, Caltha carried on, conversationally. But then youll be dead. See, if I turn the knife just a little bit to the right, it gets close to your artery, and—”

The thug gasped. Stop!

Jonty, numb with surprise, saw Calthas small white hand appear under the mans chin, holding a long and very sharp knife. The other attacker was lying on the ground, unconscious. Shock gave way to wonder. Hed thought Caltha needed protecting. But he was the one lying helpless on the ground, whereas shed knocked this man down like a bowling pin.

You have a choice, she said to the thug, in the same pleasant tone. You can shoot, and then it will get very messy. Especially for you and your friend over there. I havent killed himyetbut I can change my mind. Im fickle like that.

She pressed the tip of the knife against the mans throat, and a drop of blood appeared, as bright and red as a ruby. The thug grew very pale and beads of sweat glinted on his forehead.

Or you could drop the gun and run away, and well all live! Wouldnt that be nice?

Caltha paused.

Your choice!

The man let the gun clatter to the ground. Jonty scrambled to his feet and picked it up. Caltha removed the knife from the thugs throat. He turned and ran, without a second glance at his inert companion.

Caltha slid the knife into the lining of her boot and turned to Jonty. Are you OK?

Shame crept over him like lava. Hed been worse than useless. Hed put her in danger and then proven himself incapable of protecting her. Im sorry. I dont know who these guys are, or why they went for us.

About the Author

Alice lives in London, UK, with her husband and son. By day she's a compliance manager for a pharmaceutical company. By night she writes fantasy romance about shape shifting mermen, water monsters and time-travelling witches. Her first book, “A Merman’s Choice,” was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. The second book, “Music for a Merman,” is out now and the third, “Mermaids Marry in Green,” will be released on 1 November. Alice has also written two short stories for BVS anthologies, “The Sweetest Magic of All,” in “Mystic Desire,” out now, and “The Holiday Mermaid” in “Desire Me Again,” out in October. Alice loves reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s interested!

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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Trust your dog - #Dominant #Erotica #DamselInDistress @PebblesLacasse

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Blurb

A stumble while running with Charley has her landing in the arms of a sexy stranger who tends to more than her scraped knee.

A RUN WITH CHARLEY is a short story about Beverly, her dog and a charming stranger named Randy.

After she stumbles while on a run with her dog, a shirtless musclebound man comes to her aid. She fears Charley’s man-hating disposition, but he surprises her when he drops at the man’s feet and begs for a belly rub.

Trusting her dog’s instincts, she believes Randy to have good intentions and allows him to drive her home.

A passionate kiss is the start to the most erotic sexual encounter she’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Buy Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HX67XNV?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

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Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/a-run-with-charley-by-pebbles-lacasse

X-rated Excerpt

Through the mirror, his seductive gaze meets my shocked expression. He’s aggressive and I’m not used to that. This—how he’s acting—is what so many women fantasize about, including me.

He’s so goddamn exquisite! His sexy, playful grin has my pussy tightening.

I open the medicine cabinet and pull out a box of condoms. After fumbling frustratedly with the plastic wrap covering the box, he takes it from me and tears at the sealed package with his teeth while crushing it in his grip. It tears open and spills its contents in the sink.

His eyes—expressive with naughty intention—never veer from mine as he rips into the condom package with his pearly white teeth. He doesn’t look away to apply the condom, which impresses me.

His hand finds its way into my hair. He urges my head forward, forcing me to bend over the sink. I lift onto my toes and tilt my ass up high for easier access.

I have no idea whether he has a tiny penis or a huge one. The build-up is intense! My whole body is shaking from the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

Randy grips his manhood and presses it against my folds. I try to push back against him, but he grips my ass cheek, preventing me from forcing myself onto him. His grip is tight but it’s not what I consider to be painful. I don’t feel a need to complain.

Why isn’t he burying himself into me? I meet eyes with him through the mirror. Randy is examining my reflection as if attempting to lock this image in his mind. I study him with the same intention.

I’m waiting for you to tell me to fuck you.” His voice is deep and commanding.

Fuck me, Randy,” I reply in barely a whisper.

He rams himself into me, not stopping until his pelvis presses firmly against my ass.

He’s huge!

I wasn’t expecting it. I figured he was hiding his cock from my eyes because he’s tiny. Oh, I was so very wrong!

 


 

About the Author

Pebbles Lacasse writes tales of eroticism that are steamy, making most people blush. Each book she writes has a love story with a fairytale ending that we all wish to have in our lives. Through all the drama of the stories, much like real love in every day life, love will arise. She likes to believe that we should all have that fairytale ending we so wish to have but are seldom lucky enough to be graced with.

In her real life, people tell her their most intimate secrets. She’d never consider blabbing them to anyone else because those experiences can be amplified (or not) into one of her sexy, erotic books. If she keeps secrets, they'll will tell her more naughty tales.

Pebbles lives in southern Ontario where she was born and raised. Her husband endures her long hours in front of the computer but is rewarded when he listens in on the inflated fantasies and sexual practices of some people they know. Of course, she’ll never tell who the fantasy belongs to or if it’s something they dreamed about or actually did.

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Monday, October 12, 2020

It's far too late for her to escape -- #VampireRomance #FreeBook #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor

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Welcome to the Marketing for Romance Writers Steam Hop – your chance to satisfy your appetite for intense and arousing erotic fiction. Today I have an excerpt from my new release Fin d’Espoir, a bisexual vampire romance. I’m giving away copies of all my Halloween books this month, including this new one. Leave me a comment with your email address (so I can find you if you win). I’ll randomly choose one person who comments to receive this new title in your choice of ebook format.

After you’ve recovered from my super-hot excerpt below, click on the links in the list to visit the other authors participating in today’s festivities, to savor more sensual treats.

Blurb

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d'Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain trail ride, Maddy's horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her to escape.

When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation - and soon has seduced Troy as well.

Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope for redemption.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Fire in the Blood. It has been edited and updated for this release.

 


X-rated Excerpt

Etienne plunged what felt like his whole hand into her depths. Something sharp tore into the flesh of her thigh. Her climax hit her, as sudden as a breaking storm, thundering through her, scattering every thought in its wake.

Before she could recover, he was on top of her, his cock nudging against her still-quaking opening, his face inches from hers. His eyes glowed with a fierce, wild light. His lips stretched wide in a grimace of triumph, exposing the pointed teeth of an animal. Blood smeared those lips—her blood. Its rusty scent mingled with his aura of roses. She shuddered, even as her pussy wept tears of new desire.

Do you still want me, chérie?” he growled. “Now that you know what I am?” He ground his rock-hard erection against the softness at her center, striking sparks that burned away her fear.

Yes,” she had time to whisper, before he fastened his gore-stained lips on hers.

She tasted iron, mingled with the crystal freshness of new fallen snow. His tongue snaked into her mouth, savoring her as though she were some exotic delicacy to be consumed. His teeth raked across her lip. The metallic flavor grew stronger. One hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her face to his. The other traced a ghostly path down the side of her neck, from her earlobe to her collarbone. The feathery touch made her nipples throb and her pussy clench.

His fingertips came to rest against just below her jaw. Her heartbeat quickened as she realized he was seeking her pulse.

He broke the kiss, rearing back and locking his eyes on hers. Raw power burned in those eyes, naked and inhuman. Madeleine had no choice but to surrender. She did so gladly.

Etienne held her in his gaze for a moment longer as if sensing the release of her will. Then he dove for her throat. His fangs pricked the skin his fingers had so recently caressed. At the same time, he jerked his hips and drove his cock into her depths.

He filled her, stretched her, woke such a riot of sensation in her pussy that she scarcely noticed his bite. She was loose and wet enough from her previous climax to take his whole massive bulk into her body on the first thrust. He slid easily along her well-lubricated channel, stretching her to the edge of pain but not beyond.

His rod was hard as steel, and metal-cold too, an icicle inside a thin sheath of flesh. It was a cold that burned. He pulled back then sank himself deeper into her welcoming sex. Delicious chills spiraled through her. Wisps of frost kissed her aching nipples. Her clit was hot and heavy. When his icy cock swept over that swollen nub, every muscle tightened at the exquisite contrast.

His lips locked to her throat, sealing the connection between them. He thrust and sucked in time, ramming his cock into her quivering folds at the exact moment he drew a new mouthful of her blood. Madeleine was rocked in the savage rhythm, a fragile boat on a turbulent sea of scarlet. Wave after wave of delight shimmered through her helpless body, doubly pinned by his cock and his fangs. Every stroke triggered a new climax, until nothing remained but non-stop ecstasy.

A red mist rose around her. Her thoughts grew hazy. Hardness, wetness, above and below—these were her only realities. Her pussy was molten, hot juices bathing the chill rod that pistoned in and out of her hole. Blood surged from her torn throat, pumping out onto his tongue. The tides of life ebbed as he took more of what she so willingly offered.


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