Sinful Sunday!

It’s Sinful Sunday! I wanted to do something fun today and share with you a hot, sexy scene straight out of my book Legends of Deceit. All my books have romance and sex scenes in them, btw. This excerpt is kinda long, you guys, but hot, hot. So if you’re feeling a bit naughty check it outà
He placed his free hand on my other cheek and gently lifted my chin. I think I stopped breathing as a shock of heat went through me. “She knew.”

“She knew what?” I whispered breathlessly.

He skimmed his thumb across my lips. I parted them slightly, staring into his green eyes. “How much I’m in love with you. Nothing means more to me than you, Alaris, and now after what Mardella said, I don’t care if the people in Atheon know it, whereas before I was trying to adhere to the image a warrior plays in the eyes of the public.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” I said.

His lips pressed against mine, searing me with their heat.  A tiny whimper issued from me as I kissed him back. All of the pent up desire I had for Larkin since he reentered my life exploded and my kiss turned urgent. I parted my mouth and intertwined my tongue with his. He was like a balm to my aching heart, soothing it with his touch. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair, crushing my body against his, feeling the hardness straining against his pants. There was a wet throbbing sensation between my legs that ached for him to penetrate deep inside me.

“Please make love to me,” I said.

He pulled back, his eyes hooded with desire. A spark of concern entered them. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable state.”

I nodded. “I’m positive. I want you . . . unless you don’t want me.”

The look in his eyes turned serious with a burning yearning in them that matched his husky voice—the same tone I found unbelievably sexy from day one. “I’ve always wanted you and have dreamed of this very moment for more times than I can count.” 

He skimmed his fingers over my swollen lips. I parted them, releasing a slow breath as I ran a hand up beneath his shirt, feeling the ripples of his tight abs contract. He took his shirt off, revealing his muscular frame. I followed suit, never taking my eyes off of him, leaving on my white lacy bra. Then I pulled the elastic out from my ponytail, allowing my hair to cascade around my shoulders and back. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while kissing him deeply. He pushed my back against the wall in the hallway, his lips trailing down and up my neck, driving me crazy. I pointed to the spare bedroom. When we entered, he set me on my feet and unhooked the front of my bra, releasing my perky breasts. He cupped one of them into his warm hand, bent his head, and took my erect nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and gently pinched the bud between his teeth, sending pleasurable electroshocks throughout my body. With his free hand, he undid my pants, and pulled them down along with my panties. I stepped out of them, and with my back against the wall, his mouth still on my nipple, his fingers went between my legs. They slid up and down my slick folds, over my clitoris, then inside me in a repetitive motion, slowly at first, but when a soft moan escaped me, he quickened his pace, his fingers sliding in me faster, deeper, then over my sex and clit. I moved my hips in time with his motion. My breath grew shorter and coarser, my moans louder. He moved to my next breast and paid the same attention as he had done to the other one, his fingers still working me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him.

“I want you inside of me,” I huffed.

His hand and mouth stopped for a split second in hesitation, giving me the opportunity to reach down and undo his pants. He took them off, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the bed. I crawled onto it and pulled him down on top of me. Placing my hands above my head, he passionately kissed me, whispering he loved me against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I said, then made a sound between a whimper and a sigh when he entered me and slowly moved in and out. I gyrated my hips in time with his.

He groaned. “God, you feel good.”

The room was bathed in moonlight from the twin moons being full tonight, and the sounds of our short quick breaths and pleasures encompassed us, temporarily blocking out the outside world and what lay ahead of us.

He reached down and stroked and rubbed my clit, and at the same time, his warm lips kissed down my neck, followed by his teeth scraping slowly across my collarbone. My body tensed. My stomach and vaginal walls tightened with a violent pulsing heat that radiated upward and across my body. I arched my back and cried out as my body twitched and shuddered, releasing its juices. He was still inside me, his hips still in motion. There was a coy, sexy smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with desire. His black hair was messy, and his muscular body rippled in the bright white light, gleaming with sheens of sweat.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, pushing myself up, rolling over on top of him, our connection never broken. I teased and pleasured him, driving him to the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm, only to pull back long enough for him to slow his breathing. I straddled him and moved my hips in circles, then rocked them. A deep throaty groan rumbled in his throat. His fingers went to my sweet spot, once again, stroking and rubbing it. I quickened my pace and felt the fluttering inside me, the hot pressure exploding the same time his did, his body buckling and jerking. I fell into his arms, happy for the first time in I didn’t know how long.

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