“Oh no, you’re not getting away with that one.” He moves his hips in counter rhythm to what he’s doing with mine, increasing the friction.
I want to take that huge cock inside me, right here, right now … even if it hurts.
“After I’ve licked you, what do you want?”
His underlying urgency brings me back to surface. It hits me like a blow. He needs this one last thing from me. One thing that will set him free. Then he can return the favor.
“Fuck me.” I tip my head, so I’m looking directly into the blaze from his eyes. “Take me. Make me yours.” I close my eyes against the brilliance.
Lightning strikes as his tongue hits my clit. I surge back against the strong current, then settle into it, letting the vibrations curl deeper and deeper around the base of my clit. All thought of anything nasty disappears as I feed his hunger … and mine. I open to the electrical storm taking place in my body. A distant part of my brain watches the particles come together in the nucleus of the storm. Then, like a tornado, the funnel cloud goes from apex to the eye of the storm. Building, building.
But it seems as if it’s taking forever. I start to lose it. Glimpses of memory seep in. I tense. I’m a failure. He surges up in my face and rubs lips wet with my juices against mine.
“Don’t leave me, little dragon. Stay with me. Taste how good you are. I could suck you all day. Give me this gift.” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth. I moan with the pleasure. I do taste good. Even better on his lips. I sink back. He replaces my lips with my clit. Sucks deep and hard. Insistent, until I have no choice but to relax into the onslaught of endorphins rushing through every atom in my body.
A vibrating pulsing grabs my groin. Everything suspends in the eye of the storm. Then, I shatter. My body hums with electricity. I arch my hips into his face, screaming and writhing as wave after wave crashes over me. Contractions shudder through me. Still, he latches on, won’t let go. Until I scream with the excess of sensation. He moves his lips back a fraction of an inch, his breath still hot against my dripping, convulsing sex. Something possesses him with almost scary intensity. In one beautiful movement, he’s on his feet, sliding on a condom.
I grab his biceps, pull him down, and grab his goods. And oh what a package it is. The first one I have ever delighted in holding. I almost stop at the wonder of it, but a fire deep inside calls.
I position the tip at the entrance of my calling lust pool. He drives in. To the hilt. I arch as his large size ripples through me. He stills a moment, allowing the pinch of pain to turn. He moves slowly, carefully, letting me adjust to the newness of it. Find the pleasure. Sink into it. The burn for more returns with a vengeance. My hips take on a life of their own. I meet him, thrust for thrust. The crescendo rises as we become savages to our mutual need. As we step away from the memories that haunt us, at least for a while.
Without warning, Mount Clitoria erupts again. I writhe as powerful contractions rack my body. Minutes pass, and still, he keeps on with the relentless pounding. My orgasm goes on and on … until I just might die of a coronary, albeit happily. Another eternity passes. I shove back hard and pull away. I have to stop. I push on his chest and dislodge him. He stops immediately and tilts his head slightly. His searching gaze meets my desire.
Jaden gets up and walks to the other side of the large bed and yanks me over until my head tips off the bed. He pounds his engorged cock into my craving mouth. I moan as his massive member hits the back of my throat, tickling my gag reflex. He’s rough. I love it. I growl and suck him deep into my throat. He leans forward onto the bed, head thrown back. Growl matching mine.
A tremendous feeling of control washes over me. I’m almost lost in the revelation. I control this man’s orgasm. I can make or break him, at this very moment. I love and revere the power it gives me. He, in turn, gives me just what I need.
I take my time exploring. Licking, nipping, tasting my first mouthful of good food. When I can’t resist my hunger, I take him deep into my throat. I scream his name in my head as he comes, pounding into my open mouth. Jade … my gem.
He stretches out on the bed beside me and pulls me onto his chest. He wraps the comforter around us, sealing us into a blissful cocoon. I know he’ll leave, but he hasn’t left yet.
“You know I’ve never been to the south of France.” Jaden’s baritone soothes my languid thoughts like a peanut butter cookie. Random.
“Me neither.”
He pulls me a bit closer and kisses the top of my head. “We should do that.”
So much to explore with this man …
<<< The End >>>
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Acknowledgments
Welcome to the lengthy list of folks I need to thank. When I started writing romance, I resided (figuratively speaking) in a hamlet with a couple of writing friends cheering me on. The hamlet is now a village and could conceivably become a town at the rate I’m going. I am so very grateful to my writing friends and colleagues for their support. It takes a team to birth a book, and I couldn’t do it without you!
I appreciate you all! Here goes, in random order…
To the brave women and men who survived sexual, physical and psychological assault—I applaud your courage and resilience. Thank you to those who shared your stories with me. You inspire me every day, and I hope I’ve captured a little of our spirit in Rayne.
To Cheryl Annett at Club Hub for your amazing cover art. Your flexibility and willingness to go the extra mile (and talk me off the ledge when I panic about deadlines) mean the world to me.
To Maggie Morris, The Indie Editor, for your warm humor and expert editing skills. Such fine attention to detail. What a pleasure to work with you. Your insights definitely helped me build a better book. I’m humbled by your skill.
To Mark Batten-Carew of MarksEbookFormatting.com for his kind consideration and help adding the finishing touches to bring my books to market.
To Tracy, Stephanie and Louise, simply the best beta readers ever. Thank you for taking the time to provide your critical feedback. You’re definitely a necessary part of the birthing process.
To Brian Patrick Mullen for finding the vehicles my character need to add to their rather large car collections. You save me a ton of work! And, of course, where would my character (Brian Patrick Farrell) be without your snark as his model. Such fun.
To Ray (Razor) LaFontaine for your willingness to take me through your knife collection. You provided me with a plethora of research detail and inspired a new character. I can’t wait to see what Razor will be up to in the next book. Methinks a Secret Service agent…
I’d be remiss if I didn’t give a huge shout-out to the talented musicians who so generously allowed me to use their lyrics, Jerome Jarvis and Richard Knechtel. Thank you for “loaning” me “Don’t Want to Live My Life That Way” and “Wake Up.” If you haven’t heard these wonderful songs, jump on CBC Music and give a listen to Spott Farm.
To my growing group of romance writer friends who encourage and cajole while making me laugh at just the right time. A special nod to my critique buddy, author Hélène Soper, who certainly enriched the wine offerings in the book with her expertise!
To my wonderful readers who read my work, send suggestions and are just there for me. I hope you enjoy the ride as I dig down into the steamier side of erotic romance. A bit dark but definitely a happy ending. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on Rage.
Ah … then there’s my Bob—my Hubster, my hero, my one, my everything! It just keeps getting better and better. Yes, I gus
h … he’s more than worth it. The best! Thank you for being you—all the loving, collaborating, poking, prodding, encouraging and just plain fun parts of you. Without you, none of this would be.
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About the Author
Lilith Darville is an active member of TRW, an erotic romance writer and a maverick in motion. Her 20+ year romance with her beloved Hubster is the inspiration for the unorthodox beginnings and the enduring love of the stories she tells. She’s the author of the “Scorpio Saga” and “Ticket to Temptation,” a series of passionate contemporary romance tales that can’t help but spice up and enrich your love life.
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