Sunday, April 1, 2012

Sunday Snog: Serpent's Kiss

My snog this week is from my Mayan shape shifter novel, Serpent's Kiss.

From the first, Dr. Elena Navarro senses that the wounded man she discovers outside the gates of her rural clinic is not an ordinary mortal. With his chest ripped open, Jorge PĂ©likal still demonstrates unnatural strength and power.

Elena is irresistibly attracted to Jorge, although he warns her their coupling could open the gates of chaos. She and Jorge fall in love, despite his dire predictions. Gradually Elena comes to understand that Jorge is a supernatural player in a cosmic drama that will determine the fate of the earth and of mankind - and that even if he triumphs in his apocalyptic struggle with his nemesis, she may lose him forever.

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Jorge stood just outside the cave, gazing intently down at the cultivated fields below. He seemed unaware of her. Elena watched for a moment, not wanting to disturb his concentration. A crowd in bright clothing gathered among the maize plants, obviously involved in some ceremony. Off to one side, an ancient crone with a halo of snow-white hair beat a drum in a solemn rhythm. As Elena peered over Jorge’s shoulder at the scene, the woman looked up in her direction.

A shiver ran up Elena’s spine. Despite the fact that they were hidden by a rock overhang and a row of scrubby bushes, Elena could swear the native woman saw her, or at least sensed her presence. Elena sensed something, too, not exactly menace, but a warning, a premonition of pain.

She shook her head to dispel these dark thoughts and pressed her body up against Jorge’s muscled back. Her nipples burned like live coals at the touch of his bare skin. Standing on tiptoe, she leaned close to his ear. “Jorge. I missed you.”

She felt his form tense, as though he wanted to push her away. Then he relaxed into her, allowing her to caress his swelling cock through his trousers.

Wait,” he protested, though he was already surrendering to her loving persuasion. “We need to talk. I need to explain to you, who and what I am.”

Elena ignored his protests. She turned him around to face her. He did not resist. Her lips locked on his and he melted into the kiss. It was sweet as cane, hot as molten lava. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her tight against his firm body. His erection poked at her navel through his pants. She rubbed herself against him, teasing him, thrilling as she felt him grow harder still.

Explain later.”Her voice was husky with desire. She led him back to the pallet where she had awakened.

She slipped to her knees and untied the drawstring at his waist, then pulled his trousers down over his hips. His cock sprang out, straining towards the roof of the cave. In the torch-illumined dimness, the ruddy column of swollen flesh seemed to glow with its own light. Elena grew hungrier. She grasped him firmly, eager to taste the fluid gathering on the slick bulb, but Jorge’s hand on her tangled hair stopped her.

No, I want to taste you. You’ve already drunk from me. And it nearly killed you.”

Elena remembered the coiling fire and the green oblivion that had followed her swallowing his essence. Looking back, she recalled only the overwhelming pleasure. “Please…I’m stronger now…I know what to expect,” she protested.

But she allowed him to lay her down upon the makeshift bed and part her thighs. Every time that he touched her, he kindled new sparks of lust.

He knelt between her legs, gazing at her. “Gods, you are beautiful!” Leaning forward, he captured a nipple between his lips. Lightning arced through her body. She moaned and thrashed helplessly as he suckled her. Every flicker of his tongue echoed in her aching sex.

He transferred his attentions to her other breast, leaving the first nipple tender and throbbing. Her clit pulsed in time. She was dying for his tongue there, at her centre. She tried to push his head in the direction of her groin. He laughed and grasped her wrists, holding her arms out by her sides as he continued to lick and suck at her flesh.

No, querida, not yet. Slow down and enjoy every instant. We may not have time like this again.”

1 comment:

Lisabet Sarai said...

I've drawn my winner for last week's Blisse Kisse with Heart giveaway. Congratulations, Colleen! And thanks to all of you who joined in the fun.

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