Romance books are known for different levels of "steam". Those levels are sometimes labeled as "Sweet", "Sensual", "Erotic", and "Erotica".
At Friday Flames, I aim to keep the fire burning.
Please welcome the multi-talented author Dawné Dominique!
Forever and a Day
An Erotic Historical (Pirate) Paranormal Romance (quite a mouthful
no pun intended ... okay, maybe
just a little) ...
”My sweet, lost, Bella,”
said, his voice thick with emotion. Alixx
He willed his clothes to disappear as the urgent need to lavish his love upon her became more than he could control.
She lay pliant as he slid his rigid body next to her. As soon as he settled on the coverlet of the bed, she immediately straddled herself across his stomach. Such boldness surprised him, for this was unlike the shy, reserved Bella he'd once known. The dampness between her thighs grazed over his skin, making him throb in the most delightful of ways. She glided her hips downward with a whispered sigh. He wouldn't last long if she continued doing that.
He dug his fingers into her thighs and forcibly brought her to his mouth. She resisted, but only for a moment.
His teeth lengthened of their own accord. His world tilted in rapture, his mind and body lost in her delicious scent. With gentle strokes of his tongue, he timidly lapped the plumpness of her nether lips, which elicited deep-throated moans from her. She was sopping wet. The downy hair of her mound was the same fiery hue as the tresses splayed across her shoulders. He ground his nose into its delightful nap. Her engorged clit beckoned to him, demanding his attention, but he worked toward her dripping tunnel. He would taunt until she drowned him with wanting.
When she spread herself open and exposed her juices, her assertiveness surprised him once more. He almost spilled his seed at the
. He explored
the tender opening she'd laid bare. His body hardened each time she moaned and
as more nectar leaked down his throat. When he buried his tongue deep inside
the velvety folds, her body stiffened and shivered. Still, she begged for more. sight
Annabella offered herself in ways she’d never done before. This Bella was far more audacious than the one he'd once known, and he loved her all the more, if that was at all possible.
With his chin sopping wet, he suckled the swollen bud of her womanhood, rolling it between his lips and grazing his teeth over the delicate skin. When he swept his tongue over her hooded treasure, she screamed out his name, her legs trembling beside his head. Brazenly
her body into his face, she
demanded more. pushing
His arousal boiled like lava. He pierced the tender skin of her vulva with his canines. She groaned and gave a breathless ”yes”. Her pain and pleasure was completely in his control.
His tongue continued its erotic dance across her swollen clit, and soon a delectable cocktail of blood and nectar trickled down his throat. Never had he lost himself in such a moment. He teased and tasted with
and fang, his desire
mounting. He would have given anything to feel the moistness of her tongue him, but he needed to satisfy her; to feel her limbs spasm in
response to the pleasures he manipulated. Lust built at an alarming rate, but
his avidity to please her overrode those selfish needs that had seemed so
important centuries before. mouth
Her orgasm built slowly. He sensed the moment in the tightening of her muscles, the dripping of liquid fire on his face, and the way she quivered each time he touched her. He suckled harder and flicked his tongue more rapidly over the nerve-sensitive skin.
Her scream rang out long and loud, just like her orgasm. She convulsed against his mouth, repeating his name like a sacred litany. Moisture trickled onto his abdomen where his cock lay at rigid attention.
When her tremors subsided, it took every ounce of willpower to stop, but stop he did. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face against her abdomen, his voice cracking with emotion. ”There is no turning back, my Bella. What I am about to offer you, you have the power to deny. I shall not force this upon you a second time. I gave you no choice the first time, but now, now you must decide.” What will I do if she refuses? He pushed the dismal thought away.
To his relief he heard her whisper, ”I would rather die in your arms than have to live in this life without you.”
You can find Dawné Dominique and her books here.