ADULT EXCERPT - TEARS OF THE DRAGON
Arondele turned, brows lifted in a question.
Rodick forgot to breathe. All day he’d wanted to be alone with her. If she was an enchantress, he didn’t intend to resist. He ran a finger down her cheek, inhaling her floral scent with its underlying hint of musk, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She gave a little sigh, and her gaze didn’t leave his as he leaned in and touched his lips to hers.
She didn’t stop him, but neither did she return the kiss. Pulling back, he said, “Have you never kissed a man before?”
Alarm flared in her face as she shook her head. He thought she feared to disappoint him. His heart melted in his chest. There was no way this woman could ever disappoint him. “Then let me teach you. It’s a good skill to have.”
And that’s an understatement, he thought, as visions of all the parts of the body where one could place kisses swam in his head.
Framing her face with his hands to steady her, he pressed his lips to hers and slid them gently over her mouth. She responded in kind faster than he’d expected, but she didn’t open to him, and he wanted to feel the moist warmth inside. He continued to kiss her, unwilling to push her, unwilling either to let her go. He touched his tongue to her lips, and she seemed to sense there was more than what they’d done thus far. He felt a tentative opening.
“All the way,” he whispered. “Open to me all the way.”
She drew back slightly, looked puzzled, as if this was the silliest thing she’d heard, but she complied, and he kissed her the way he’d wanted to from the first moment he’d seen her in the meadow. It was pure heaven to taste her. To explore the sweet dew of that mouth and brush her tongue, to feel her tongue brush his back and then dance with his as he coached her. Her body, soft and supple, leaned into him.
Kissing her like this was better even than he’d imagined it would be.
He pulled her headpiece off and let it drop to the bed, then threaded his fingers through the golden strands of her hair. Their soft silkiness made him deepen their kiss, and he pressed her tighter against his seeking mouth.
Little flames of desire licked at him and he felt his cock fill and strain deliciously against his breeches. He wanted to take her right then. Never mind the bed, just push her to the floor, yank her skirts up, rip off her smallclothes and plunge himself inside her. She’d wrap her legs around him, while he held her arms stretched and trapped above her head, his tongue plundering her mouth as his dick plunged in and out of her.
But she was virginal if she’d never kissed a man, and if he rushed her, it might frighten her and cause her to draw away from him. At least he thought it might. All the other women he’d bedded had been experienced, and had responded blatantly when he’d drawn them into his arms. Some of them had even initiated the act. But Arondele was different.
Control. He must exercise control. By all that was holy, it was almost impossible.
He felt her waiting stillness as he kissed a path from below one ear down her neck and slid his hands to her shoulders and down her arms to her hands. Her grasp on his hands was tight, as if she didn’t know what would happen next and almost feared it, even while wanting it, but when he placed them around his neck, he felt a lessening of the tension in her body. Enclosing her in his arms, he returned to kissing her.
He could have kissed her forever, he thought, but she was leaning harder into him, her round breasts pushed against his chest. Her belly pressed against his taut dick, at times rubbing against it. This would never do. He’d lose control if he allowed it.
With a hoarse groan, he released her. “The afternoon is drawing on. You’ll want to be in the mountains well before the light fades.”
He watched as she slowly opened her eyes. He loved the puffiness of her lips from their kisses and the deep pink of her cheeks. Her eyes were large and dark with pleasure and desire. She was so beautiful. Something in his heart stirred.
She smiled, and sunbeams danced in his throat...
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Carolina Valdez - author of passions that unlock the sweet ecstasies of love
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Rodick forgot to breathe. All day he’d wanted to be alone with her. If she was an enchantress, he didn’t intend to resist. He ran a finger down her cheek, inhaling her floral scent with its underlying hint of musk, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She gave a little sigh, and her gaze didn’t leave his as he leaned in and touched his lips to hers.
She didn’t stop him, but neither did she return the kiss. Pulling back, he said, “Have you never kissed a man before?”
Alarm flared in her face as she shook her head. He thought she feared to disappoint him. His heart melted in his chest. There was no way this woman could ever disappoint him. “Then let me teach you. It’s a good skill to have.”
And that’s an understatement, he thought, as visions of all the parts of the body where one could place kisses swam in his head.
Framing her face with his hands to steady her, he pressed his lips to hers and slid them gently over her mouth. She responded in kind faster than he’d expected, but she didn’t open to him, and he wanted to feel the moist warmth inside. He continued to kiss her, unwilling to push her, unwilling either to let her go. He touched his tongue to her lips, and she seemed to sense there was more than what they’d done thus far. He felt a tentative opening.
“All the way,” he whispered. “Open to me all the way.”
She drew back slightly, looked puzzled, as if this was the silliest thing she’d heard, but she complied, and he kissed her the way he’d wanted to from the first moment he’d seen her in the meadow. It was pure heaven to taste her. To explore the sweet dew of that mouth and brush her tongue, to feel her tongue brush his back and then dance with his as he coached her. Her body, soft and supple, leaned into him.
Kissing her like this was better even than he’d imagined it would be.
He pulled her headpiece off and let it drop to the bed, then threaded his fingers through the golden strands of her hair. Their soft silkiness made him deepen their kiss, and he pressed her tighter against his seeking mouth.
Little flames of desire licked at him and he felt his cock fill and strain deliciously against his breeches. He wanted to take her right then. Never mind the bed, just push her to the floor, yank her skirts up, rip off her smallclothes and plunge himself inside her. She’d wrap her legs around him, while he held her arms stretched and trapped above her head, his tongue plundering her mouth as his dick plunged in and out of her.
But she was virginal if she’d never kissed a man, and if he rushed her, it might frighten her and cause her to draw away from him. At least he thought it might. All the other women he’d bedded had been experienced, and had responded blatantly when he’d drawn them into his arms. Some of them had even initiated the act. But Arondele was different.
Control. He must exercise control. By all that was holy, it was almost impossible.
He felt her waiting stillness as he kissed a path from below one ear down her neck and slid his hands to her shoulders and down her arms to her hands. Her grasp on his hands was tight, as if she didn’t know what would happen next and almost feared it, even while wanting it, but when he placed them around his neck, he felt a lessening of the tension in her body. Enclosing her in his arms, he returned to kissing her.
He could have kissed her forever, he thought, but she was leaning harder into him, her round breasts pushed against his chest. Her belly pressed against his taut dick, at times rubbing against it. This would never do. He’d lose control if he allowed it.
With a hoarse groan, he released her. “The afternoon is drawing on. You’ll want to be in the mountains well before the light fades.”
He watched as she slowly opened her eyes. He loved the puffiness of her lips from their kisses and the deep pink of her cheeks. Her eyes were large and dark with pleasure and desire. She was so beautiful. Something in his heart stirred.
She smiled, and sunbeams danced in his throat...
Available now at http://www.amberheat.com/TearsDragon.html
Carolina Valdez - author of passions that unlock the sweet ecstasies of love
Carolina's Website
Carolina's MySpace
Carolina's Blog
Carolina's Shelfari
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