Sunday, August 26, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: Rough Weather - #paranormal #BDSM #giveaway #SizzlngSunday

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It’s Sunday again – time for another red-hot excerpt, and another giveaway!

My excerpt today comes from my paranormal erotic romance Rough Weather. Leave me a comment, and I’ll enter you into a drawing to win a copy of your choice of this title, or my shape shifter paranormal erotic romance The Eyes of Bast. Please don’t forget to include your email address.

Here’s the blurb:

Destiny hides in the tempest’s heart

Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.

When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.

Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with scepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart. As a brutal northeaster batters the island and Marut’s life hangs in the balance, Ondine learns that true power lies in surrender to her elemental nature.

And the excerpt:

I want to bind you.” Marut brandished a pale coil of rope Ondine had never seen before. He had stripped her of her clothes, settled her on her back on top of the quilt and told her to remain still. Simultaneously pliant and eager, she awaited his next move.

Standing naked at the foot of the bed, he reminded her of some Nubian Hercules. Candlelight painted flickering patterns on the sculpted ebony of his chest and danced along the length of his massively erect cock. The luscious sight temporarily distracted Ondine from his words. Saliva flooded her mouth as she remembered his hot seed spilling through her fingers. How she wanted to taste him!

Do I have your permission, pitit?” He trailed one end of the cord between her breasts and down her belly, making her shiver with delight. She struggled to remain still as he had instructed. “It will strengthen the connection between us, if you trust me enough to render you helpless.”

How could the bond be any stronger? Already her awareness was attuned to his, registering both his excitement and hisdoubts. One part of her was more than willing to accede to his request. Another cringed, near-panicked at the notion of so completely relinquishing control of her body.

He dangled the rope end between her spread thighs and drew it upward to lightly brush her pubic curls. Electric pleasure arced down to her core. Her pussy clamped down on empty space. “Do it,” she gasped, as he flipped the rope back and forth across her mound, grazing her clit. The panic fled, drowned in sensation. “Oh, please, Marut!”

He chuckled, but in delight, not mockery, then seized her wrists with strong fingers and drew them over her head. Lust surged whenever, wherever he touched her. Faint echoes of fear returned with the first loop of rope around her crossed hands, but the purse of his firm lips upon her nipple banished her last reservations.

A gentle tug on her shoulders told her he’d fastened the rope to the brass curlicues of the headboard.

Too tight?” he asked, sweeping the tangles off her brow and smoothing them across the pillow.

Incoherent with lust, she could do no more than shake her head.

Try to get free.”

She discovered that, aside from a bit of side-to-side wriggling, her upper body was quite thoroughly immobilised.

Lovely. Now your legs.”

When he lashed her ankles to the corners of the footboard, spreading her thighs wide to display her drenched and swollen sex, she thought she’d pass out from the arousal. Once more, she felt the tangible pressure of his gaze as he drank in the sight of her, bound and helpless. The ripe smell of the ocean drifted up from her brazenly exposed folds. She’d die if he didn’t touch her again, soon.

You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “Beyond my wildest dreams.”

Lashed to the bed, she couldn’t see him any longer, though she felt the shift as he mounted the far end of mattress. A rush of warm breath invaded her sensitised pussy. She jerked against her bonds.

Oh, God. Please, Marut!” A breeze tickled the inside of her right thigh, then fluttered down to her bare flesh to her toes. “Oh!” She squirmed as the stream of air traced the same path down her left leg. “What are you doing? Ah…!”

He was visible now, a dark form kneeling between her pale thighs as he bent to blow into her navel, then swept the air stream across her rigid nipples. She arched, straining for actual skin-to-skin contact. Marut just grinned and blew into her armpit.

Don’t tease me. I can’t stand it!” The tantalizing gusts trailed down across her belly, back towards her sex. Her clit pulsed hard and hungry at the apex of her soaked folds, the centre of her need. He loosed a stream of hot air aimed directly at the aching bud and she screamed at the unbearable intensity of the sensation.

Ondine…?” Alarmed by her outburst, he backed away. As soon as he did, she wanted him back.
Marut, I can’t bear any more…”

Do you think you’re ready?” There was that hint of laughter again in his rich, deep voice.

She wanted to kill him for making her wait. No, that wasn’t right. All she wanted was to fuck him. That was her single all-consuming desire.

Yes! Oh, yes! I’m ready! Please, I’m begging you…”

Hovering over her, supporting his weight on his powerful arms, he smiled into her eyes. “You don’t have to beg, cherie. I’m yours.”

He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss flavoured with smoke and spice. As his tongue slid between her lips, his cock split her below, stretching her further, filling her completely. She clenched around him as a cyclone of delight raged through her. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, to pull him deeper, but the ropes prevented all but the most limited movement. As he withdrew, she whimpered at the loss, then rejoiced as he plunged back inside.

He fell into a steady rhythm, powerful strokes that seemed to pierce her more deeply with each thrust. She quickly relinquished any striving for release, but bound as she was, it was futile. She was in his hands, both literally and figuratively. As she relaxed and opened to him, the sensations grew stronger and more complex—heavy as thunderheads, bright as lightning, sharp as ice, refreshing as rain.

You’re so very wet, lady,” Marut murmured, burrowing into her with his cock. “Flooding me. Washing me away…” His thrusts grew harder, faster, less regular. Lowering his fuzzy head to her breast, he suckled her, then worried her nipple with his teeth. His pelvis slammed against hers, the rough hair at his groin abrading her delicate skin.

Everything became pleasure, his sharp teeth, his fingernails digging into her shoulders, his relentless cock spearing her again and again. Nothing existed but their conjoined bodies. The ropes sawed at her wrists and ankles as she writhed upon the antique quilt, soaked now with her fluids, and struggled to take him deeper. Even the bite of his bonds felt exquisite and right. Her immobility inflamed his desire. She understood this, as clearly as if she’d read his mind.

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Larry Archer said...

It's nice when you have no choice and are forced to submit to his attentions because of the rough ropes binding you securely with your inner self exposed to his every whelm.


Debby said...

Sounds amazing. I love their connections to nature.

bn100 said...

was nice

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apky said...

Tempting! So much so that I posted it on my Golden Shana book page on FB. I marvel at your talent, author. Link to Goshanaliterotic below. Hope I win and can thus slowly wean myself into this genre.

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