Here is a saucier, sexier excerpt from my new book, SpellCast from Darkness – coming soon!
This is NSFW, btw…
Michael reached out to where I sat in the chair, legs tucked up under me, and smoothed my hair back away from my face. His palm was warm and comforting, and I nuzzled into it, eager to feel his touch, his calm during this moment. His hand came down and cupped my cheek, his thumb wiping tears from my face. I looked at him expectantly and swallowed.
I knew what I wanted…
…and I wanted it from him.
Without skipping a heartbeat, I put my legs down and reached out for him. Pulling Michael close, I kissed him, tasting him and inhaling his scent of spices. He kissed me back, matching my passion and taming his ferocity; it was in his kiss, his lips, his tongue. I melted against him, loving the feel of my breasts pressed hard against his chest.
His arms came around me, and his hands slid down to my waist. Before I knew it, he had pulled me off the chair and onto his lap. Sliding my hands into his unbound hair, I wrapped my legs around him eagerly and pressed my hips into his, gyrating against him and feeling him harden underneath me. With one free hand, I slipped my fingers down his chest and past his waistband until I found my prize. He groaned, and I nipped his lip. I tasted his blood and smiled against his lips.
Whatever he had been holding back was lost. He leaned me back against the chair and pushed my legs forward. My leggings were torn off of me, leaving me exposed from the waist down. I didn’t care. I let him wrap my legs around his waist and leaned forward. Cradling my behind, Michael lowered me onto his shaft, and I was filled with him. The sensation of being one with him was nearly too much to bear. I purred for him and he growled, low and deep. His eyes were hooded, blazing with molten heat, and I felt its sear on my heart, on my soul.
I took his mouth with mine, beginning my conquest above and below. My hips moved with a wanton abandon, riding him impatiently, then slowly, then back again. I teased and tortured my lover with my hips and my tongue until I felt him grab me, one of his hands on each hip, and he began to thrust urgently, moving us faster, harder. Each thrust was reckless abandon. Each movement was one step closer to the edge, until…
I broke free of my earthly bonds, and I screamed his name in my mind. I heard my own name echo there, and we collapsed in each other’s arms. His hands stroked my back, and I continued to kiss him softly, completely spent.
After a time, my lust and need for him satiated, I let him carry me to the bed and cover me with a blanket. I kissed him, soft and tenderly, then I turned on my side. I felt the bed sink slightly as he climbed onto it, curling up behind me, a slight creak coming from the bed frame. Once his arms were around me, I was only too happy to sleep.
Author Shanna Robillard 