A sassy, sexy Saturday hello to everyone! Angel Payne here, filled with excitement at posting my first entry on the blog! I’d love to thank my fellow 69’er, Randi Alexander, for inviting me to be one of the writers presenting some naughty musings to you every month. What an honor it was when she contacted me, asking me to help her and all these talented ladies in the all-important cause of spreading our wicked fun throughout the world.
It’s a thrill to announce that I’ve got an especially sexy offering for you on my “virgin voyage”…LOL. Because this is the land of the smuttiest goddesses on earth, I’ve selected one of my most favorite—and filthiest—snippets from my new release in the Secrets of Stone series, written in partnership with the awesome Victoria Blue. NO MORE MASQUERADE was just put out on November 4th, so this little peek is “fresh off the presses” for you.
The book is the second installment in the Secrets of Stone series. (Books 3 and 4—and perhaps 5!—will be released in 2015!) We hope you’ll take the plunge and come learn ALL the secrets with us. In the meantime, here’s a few minutes to help you steam up the windows a bit…
I groaned from the pounding, perfect impact of her bold, beautiful passion—and held nothing back on what I gave her in return. I let her pull at me, fill herself with me, wrap herself around me. I adored her for it. Clawed at her for it. Needed her more for it. I loved how she dug her nails into my skin, not leaving an inch between my neck and shoulders unmarked. I loved the pain that etched its way down my body in response, awakening my skin and my blood in all the best, hottest ways. I loved the roll of her tongue against mine, and the darling mewl of her pleasure at my taste. I loved savoring her in return, even sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth, delighting in the startled catch of her breath in response.
And I loved how she couldn’t seem to get enough.
Because I sure as hell couldn’t.
We all but stripped each other there on the floor, with her yanking at my T-shirt and me roaming beneath her sweater, at last snapping her bra free. I groaned when my fingers brushed her nipples, reveling as the sensitive skin puckered and stiffened for me.
In a frantic fever, I finally ripped my shirt free. A grin plastered itself to my lips as she eagerly did the same with her sweater.
I pushed off her bra myself, using the movement as an excuse to dip my mouth to each of her taut, needy swells. “Fuck,” I growled between licking and biting at the sweet strawberries, “you taste so good, baby. So damn good.”
After I turned her into a writhing, panting mess, I hitched up, forcing myself to look at her. Really look at her. We’d done this just ten days ago and I’d turned the after-party into an emotional blood bath. If she needed to talk, go slower, or put this locomotive on full brakes, I needed to know now. I wasn’t sure my cock would be on board with any new track changes after this point.
“Talk to me,” I urged. “What do you need? What do you want? Say the word and it’s yours.”
Say the word and I’m yours.
I loved being the witness when a deeper point connected for her. The glint of golden triumph in her eyes. The impish delight that snuck into her dimples. Yet as she gathered the full impact of my words, her beauty was tripled—because it was magnified by her love.
“You really want to know?” When I only nodded slowly in acquiescence, she went on, “What I want, Mr. Killian What’s-Your-Face, is for you to make me forget everything in this room exists except that bed. And us in it.”
Goddamn. Nobody but Claire could rev me so fast from desire to lust. A handful of words, and I really was hers. A long, fire-infused stare later, and I was ready to grant her wish in all the ways she dreamed—and maybe a few she hadn’t.
“I meant it, you know.” I declared it as I sat back on my haunches and brought her knees forward, giving me the chance to untie her boots and slide them off her feet. “I’m your genie, baby. Your wish is my desire…” I paused, biting my lower lip for emphasis. “Right after you feed mine.”
Her eyes flared. Then darkened. “Of course, genie,” she breathed. “Command me. Use me in any way you need to stoke your…magic ways.”
I rose to my feet and brought her along with me. Keeping our bodies nearly entwined, I claimed her in a deep, sweeping kiss that left out the coy and cautious this time. I spread her lips as far as she’d let me, stabbing my tongue at hers in open caveman possession. Claire, her blood already spiked from fighting off the asses in the alley, scratched all the way down my chest. I broke our kiss to reward her with hisses as she tore her way down my pecs, barely giving my nipples a bye on the slashes. When she was done, I impaled her with a stare that gave her no choice of reaction. She was going to obey me. Period. She licked her lips for a fast second, conveying how she already agreed.
“Walk over there,’ I instructed. “To the bed. Strip for me. Then stand and wait for me.”
She lifted a sultry smile that turned my heart into mush and my cock into stone. “As my genie wishes.”