by Amber Carew
"Lucinda." He kissed the back of her hand, the feel of his lips like velvet. "My love." He stared deep into her eyes. "Will you marry me?"
Her heart toppled over. Tears welled again, and she felt her cheeks blooming with a pink flush of happiness.
"You’re asking me to marry you?"
"I think if we’re going to spend eternity together marriage is a good idea, don’t you?"
He’d been teasing her the whole time, but she didn’t care.
Love. The happily-ever-after kind. It was finally within reach.
So she reached out.
And flung her arms around his neck, her lips finding his in a blaze of passion. His hands stroked up her back, pulling her close against him. Her body blossomed with heat as his breath tickled the fine hairs on the side of her neck and his hand stroked up under her hair and cupped the back of her head. She pressed tighter against him, her breasts pressing into him and he eased back and captured her gaze with quiet intensity, then he brought his lips to hers in a sweet, gentle seduction.
She melted against him.
"Nyte, I want you to prove it the other way now."
His brilliant smile dazzled her. "My pleasure."
Slowly, he rolled the hem of her sweater up over her torso, freeing her breasts, then tugged it over her head. She fumbled with his belt, then slid his zipper down. She stroked inside, thrilled at the feel of his briefs beneath her fingers, but even more thrilled at the feel of the large package steadily stretching the fabric to its limits. She dropped his pants to the floor, then drew his huge penis from its plush encasement. Nyte unhooked her bra as she stroked his shaft with her fingers. She sat down on the couch, placing his lovely erection at eye level, and wrapped one hand around him, then cupped his testicles in her other hand. He stroked her shoulders and back as she circled her lips around him and laved the head of his penis with her tongue. He sucked in a breath at her tender treatment.
"Lucinda, I love what you’re doing, but I want to pleasure you, too."
He eased her back onto the couch and stripped off her jeans, then her lacy panties. He climbed over her, his erection over her face and his face over her sex. He leaned forward and treated her damp slit to a tender stroke of his fingers. She opened her legs in eager anticipation. As his tongue nudged her clit, she grasped his rod in both hands and swallowed as much as she could, squeezing it between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. He licked and squeezed her bud between his lips, then dabbed in a steady rhythm. The sensations shot through her in a continuous stream of jolting delight. She sucked on him, trying desperately to concentrate, but failing miserably. How could she pay attention to him when he was distracting her with so much pleasure?
His cock twitched in her hands. His long, thick, beautiful, pleasure-rendering cock. She licked it like a popsicle, then drew it deep into her mouth then glided off the end again. His tongued continued to lave her clit, then she felt his finger slide inside her and he stroked the inside of her vagina. She sucked on him, then swirled her lips around the shaft, right under the head, lapping her tongue over the tip. He exhaled sharply, sending a chill through her as his breath whooshed across her clit.
As he stroked inside her vagina, she felt a pleasure storm building inside her. Relaxing the muscles of her throat and opening wide, she took his whole penis inside. The pleasure storm built into a wild tornado, spiraling through her vagina in a steadily increasing cataclysm of bliss. He sucked on her clit, then nudged it in a rapid rhythm. She slid her mouth up and down on his cock, trying to match his rhythm.
A cry rumbled through her throat as the pleasure washed over her in tumultuous waves. Her hands tightened around the base of his erection and she slipped to the end of his penis, only the head within her mouth. She tapped her tongue under the head. He continued to stroke her inside and dab at her clit as his balls tightened. She felt warm liquid spurt into her mouth just as liquid heat melted from her insides as the overwhelming pleasure drove her to a powerful orgasm.
As ecstasy subsided, leaving her in a deep glow of satisfaction, she slumped back on the couch.
"That was incredible." She stroked his still rigid member, concerned she’d lost attention too soon. "Is everything good with you?"
"Good doesn’t begin to describe it." He climbed to his feet, then shifted her to a sitting position. He pressed her knees apart and knelt before her.
He hooked one hand around the nape of her neck and drew her forward for a kiss. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth and suddenly she felt his cock plunge deep inside her still slick opening.
The sudden feeling of his rigid length penetrating her, thrusting into her wet, slick vagina, sent her into immediate orgasm. She clutched him close to her body and rode the wave as he thrust into her again and again. As ecstasy blinked around her like a million twinkling stars, he slowed his pace, allowing her to draw in much needed air, but only for a minute, then he thrust sharply again, zinging her into yet another orgasm. When she flopped against him, he stroked her breast, the nipple peaking into his hand, then he squeezed the nub between his thumb and index finger. She gasped and churned into him at the exciting jolt it triggered between her legs. He tweaked again, then slowly and deliberately propelled his rock-hard cock into her. An orgasm swept her away again. As it started to ebb, he grasped her buttocks and drove into her deep and hard and she started to scream as the biggest, most forceful orgasm she’d ever experienced stormed through her. The intensity of the pleasure overwhelmed her and, with a smile on her face, she lost consciousness.
She felt a hand patting her cheek,
"Lucinda?"
She opened her eyes to Nyte staring down at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"My, God, Nyte. That was incredible."
He smiled. "You’re incredible."
She sat up and realized a warm, red fleece robe now covered her body. He wore a matching one.
"I thought you might be cold." Nyte hugged her close.
When they finally parted, she said, "Nyte, I love you."
His eyes softened and he stared at her with such intense tenderness she felt tears prickle at her eyes. He drew her close and cradled her head against his chest. "I’m glad you’ve finally stopped fighting it." He nuzzled her ear. "So, you didn’t answer my question. Is your answer yes?"
He had proposed. Growing happiness spiraled through her. She drew back from him, deciding he deserved a little teasing in return for his playing dumb earlier.
"Well...."
He arched an eyebrow. "You have to think it over?"
"There are a lot of complications, you know. I mean, one part of me is intrigued by the idea of being Rand’s stepmother, but the thought of my rotten cat as a brother-in-law is giving me second thoughts."
Nyte shrugged. "That’s easy. I’ll disown him."
At the twinkle in his eye, she laughed. "No, that wouldn’t be fair. Not after all he’s gone through to patch things up between you." She entwined her fingers in his. "I think I’ll be big-hearted and marry you anyway. Do you think he’ll appreciate my sacrifice?"
"I doubt it." Remlin’s voice startled her.
She glanced around to see him standing behind the couch. She flattened her hand on her chest, over her rapidly thumping heart. "Don’t sneak up on me like that!"
He shrugged. "Old habits are hard to break." He strolled around the couch, glancing at the massive arrangements of blossoms. "Nice flowers."
She couldn’t help thinking as Merlin he would have looked at them as a smorgasbord of tempting treats.
He sat down on the couch beside her. Her gaze darted to Nyte, worried about his reaction, but he merely slid one arm around her shoulder--clearly indicating his claim on her--and watched his brother tolerantly.
"As for you having to put up with me, I’ll be going back to my home world with Clarissa tomorrow."
He was leaving? "But--"
Remlin took her hand and kissed it. "Come now, Lucinda. You didn’t really think I’d continue
to wander around on four legs and be your pet, did you?"
"No, of course not, but--"
He smiled and the glint in his green eyes reminded her so much of the cat he’d been that her heart clenched painfully.
"But you’ll miss me?" He squeezed her hand. "And I’ll miss you." He leaned toward her. "That’s why I’ve brought you something to remind you of the time we spent together."
He held up his hands, palms cupped together and blew on them. When he opened them, a tiny black kitten peered over his thumb and cried. A small, squeaky sound.
"Oh, look," she crooned. She scooped up the small fur ball and held it to her chest. Its tiny--and very sharp--claws dug into her robe and, as she stroked it, it purred loudly.
"He can be the cat you always wanted."
Nyte reached over and stroked the bottom of the kitten’s chin with his index finger. Its little eyes drifted closed and the purring became louder.
"But he’s not sleeping in the same bed with us."
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About the Author
Amber Carew is the pseudonym of Opal Carew, an award-winning author of erotic romance. She was named "Fresh Face of Erotic Fiction 2009" and her books have won the Award of Excellence and the Golden Leaf Award, and been finalists for the National Readers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Laurel Wreath Award, Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and Passionate Plume Award.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passions as a writer. She lives in Canada with her husband, two sons and two cats.
To learn more about Opal, visit her website at www.opalcarew.com, or contact her at [email protected].
Books by Amber Carew
Contemporary romance
The Cinderella Obsession
Virgin Wanted
Contemporary fantasy romance
Spellbound
Upcoming Books by Amber Carew
Contemporary romance
In Too Deep
Contemporary fantasy romance
Genie's Desire
Christmas Angel
Books by Opal Carew
Contemporary erotic romance
Secret Weapon
Total Abandon
Pleasure Bound
Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Futuristic erotic romance
The King and I (Celestial Soul-Mates series)
The Commander's Woman (Celestial Soul-Mates series)
Slaves of Love
Fantasy erotic romance
Crystal Genie
Short contemporary erotic story
Three
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If you enjoyed this love story by Amber Carew, you might like to try THE CINDERELLA OBSESSION, Amber's latest contemporary romance.
If you'd like something a little hotter (okay, a lot hotter), you might enjoy Opal Carew's latest erotic romance, SECRET WEAPON.
An excerpt of each is included below.
The Cinderella Obsession
by Amber Carew
(At a masquerade ball, a gorgeous man dressed as Prince Charming mistakes Vanessa for a woman named Amy.)
Prince Charming led Vanessa outside into the mild spring night. The quiet, broken only by the occasional chirp of a cricket, enveloped them both. The sweet smell of cherry blossoms filled the air and stars glittered like diamond dust sprinkled across the sky. He led her through the garden to a lovely white gazebo. Under the silvery light of the moon, the heady scent of lilacs caressing her senses, he pulled her into his arms and gazed down at her.
“Amy, this is what you told me you wanted. Are you still sure?”
Moonlight cast his face in soft shadows. Mesmerized by his riveting blue eyes, she could only nod. Was he going to kiss her — or rather, Amy? She should protest. She must. But his body, strong against hers, felt so right, and a raging hunger tore through her, demanding that she let this happen. She’d never felt anything like this overwhelming need.
She nodded and his lips captured hers in a sweet, gentle assault. Her hands slid up his chest and curled around his neck, feeling the soft locks of his hair brush against her fingers. His tongue tantalized the edges of her mouth and she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out to meet his. A growl started low in his throat and what had been a light kiss flared, turning white hot and fiercely passionate. She clung to him tightly, moving her lips on his in an answering declaration of need. The impact vibrated through her body, reflected in his.
“Oh, God, Amy. You’ve never…” He pulled back and stared down at her intently. His fingers gently caressed her cheek. When she felt a slight tug on her mask, she jerked away, gasping.
“You aren’t Amy, are you? Who are you and why are you wearing Amy’s costume?”
She pushed against his chest, trying to free herself from his embrace. One thought blazed in her mind, blinding her to everything else.
She had to get away.
“Let me see your face,” he coaxed.
He started to reach for her mask again but, with a burst of strength, she jerked her hands from his grasp, batting his other hand from her mask.
She snatched up her skirt and raced through the bushes. How had she gotten herself into such a crazy mess? She pulled off her crinoline and wrapped it around her shoulders to protect the delicate bodice of the gown, then squeezed between the trunks.
More or less intact on the other side, she raced down the quiet street. As her hand brushed the curls behind her ear she realized something was wrong. She couldn't feel her glass slipper earring. Her fingers wrapped around her earlobe. It was gone!
Secret Weapon
by Opal Carew
There's only one thing hotter than a man in uniform...
when he takes it off.
Threesomes and men of the law have always been two of Janine's biggest turn-ons. So when her boyfriend offers to invite one of his buddies from the police force into their bedroom, it's an offer she can't refuse. But when the extra man shows up, the last thing she expects is for it to be Sloan Granger-- a man from her past.
Janine is the one woman who Sloan's never been able to forget, and now that their worlds have collided, he has a second chance to win her back. Even though she refuses to let him back into her life, he's determined to change her mind-- no matter what the cost. His love for her has always been his greatest weakness, but this time, it's also his most powerful weapon...
Sloan stepped back, away from the lure of her delectable, nearly naked body. Away from the first chance-- serious chance-- he'd ever had to fulfill his deepest desire to make love to the woman of his dreams. Janine.
He'd wanted her for years. And she'd known it.
When Sloan had called Derek to accept the invitation for this fantasy night, Derek had clarified that his relationship with Janine was more of a close- friends- with- benefits kind of thing. Apparently, she dated other guys, too. That meant Sloan could actively pursue her, and he fully intended to do so. Hopefully, he hadn't just ruined his chances for good.
Derek unfastened one of her wrists, then the other one as Janine reached for the blindfold. Sloan wanted to flee, but he wouldn't. He always faced his demons. Even a spitfire brunette with the eyes of an angel and the heart of a hellcat.
She tugged the black satin eye mask from her face, revealing those beautiful blue eyes of hers, the same color as the turquoise blue topaz ring on her right ring finger that her bro
ther-- and Sloan's best friend-- had bought for her graduation day. Now those eyes blazed with emotion, though whether anger or something else he couldn't tell.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
Ah, anger.
He grinned, knowing that would throw her off - kilter.
"Is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"Does an old friend try to have sex with me while I'm blindfolded?"
"No, apparently only a stranger can do that."
The sight of her with her hands on her hips and her eyes flashing, especially while she wore that sexy black leather bit of nothing, sent hormones blasting through him. God, he wanted to drag her into his arms and kiss the life out of her.
Next, she would scream at him, and fly into a rage. That would be a sight to see.
But to his surprise, she sucked in a deep breath, calming herself. Her hands dropped to her sides and she drew her shoulders back, standing straight and composed. One would think she wore a tailored business suit and faced someone a rung or two down the corporate ladder rather than wearing a skimpy bit of cloth and facing a man in full police uniform.
"That's the problem with you, Granger. You always find something to criticize."
"I don't criticize. I just want you to be safe." His jaw clenched at her rolling eyes. "For God's sake, Janine. Having sex with a stranger? I could have murdered you."
