Secrets (Submission Island Book 3)
Page 4
His hands caressed my shoulders, slipped down my back and grabbed my ass. He owned my ass, and he knew it. He gripped me so hard I squeaked. He petted my thighs, slipped so slow up my sides I giggled as he caught my tickle place.
“I’ll remember that,” he whispered.
Of course he would.
He gathered my breasts and lifted them. The gesture was so intimate and welcome, I sighed. Had I encountered a man capable of treating my breasts as though they were attached to me, not toys for him to milk in unthinking acts of age-regression? I had no idea how to take it. I cleared my throat as a wave of nervousness warred with pleasure. His thumbs slid across my nipples in a gentle move that went to my clit like a clever tongue. Everything he did to me felt like being loved for the first time.
Marcus was the man I always needed.
“You’re ruining me,” I whispered.
“Am I?” His voice was rough, lower than his usual deep tone, a voice that could belong to a devil or an angel.
He was mine. For right now, he was mine. That’s all that mattered. I surrendered. I held onto him and shuddered from the pure sweetness of his thumbs playing my nipples. I’d become his harp. My cries filled the room.
“Luscious, luscious, Cleo. This is you. This is the Cleo I sensed. Magic woman, powerful woman. Let it all out. Give me everything.”
His hands massaged my breasts. He caressed my belly, the place I usually wanted most not to be touched and with his care, I didn’t mind. He pushed my thighs wider apart, his powerful arm keeping me from tottering as I adjusted.
He took my pussy, fingers sliding over my slick folders, laying claim. His palm and fingers gathered me and squeezed. I moaned. I wanted him so much.
Preview: Sensation ~ Submission Island 4
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About the Author
Q. Zayne is the wicked pen name of a California horror writer and fantasist. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing for several years, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers, promoters and allies, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan.
The author’s childhood included lots of monster movies, trips to ghost towns, and daily life on an old ranch in California. And reading—Gothics, fantasy, horror, science fiction, adventure stories, and the ones hidden under beds. The gutsiest writers left the greatest impact.
Thanks for being part of my journey.
— Q.
BTW, I write all of my books. I don’t use ghost writers or group pen names. Some of my work appears under other pen names to make the different book lines easy to identify. The Viv Phoenix and Aly First books are mine, too.
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