Deliciously Naive (Dubcon First Time Erotica)

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Once she does, she would become angry at him for being there, and would even try to leave in haste. After making his observations of the girl in the last months, Tom knew she would certainly stay there if he challenged her. The girl would still be covering herself, her slim arms wrapped around her front to hide her breasts from his gaze.

When I have seen you kill and torture people in my presence? And just like that, his shaft would twitch at the thought of the girl using that same voice on him while they would have sex, spanking her butt and telling her to answer his goddamn question, or he would stop fucking her.

Blessed the night and the water, which would prevent the girl from seeing how aroused he had become as those images flash in his mind. He would become so painfully hard that it would feel like he was being tortured by this slip of a girl, who remain oblivious of the ongoing internal war within him. He would silently tell himself, even when his body would burn with the desire to shove the girl against the rock and bury himself inside her. And how pretty and entrancing she would look with that blush on her face, which would spread down to the top of her bosom.

He knew the girl fancied him; mayhap a bit, because he had caught sight of her staring at him often. Most would think that it was wrong of him to do so, but Tom really couldn't care less. He would get whatever, whomever, and whenever he wanted. He was beyond honour, morals or any kind of human decency. So long as it would serve his purpose.

His blunt statement must have dented her armour of self-preservation, and she had decided to become a lion and prowl in to the trap he had set up for her. The girl stayed there, closely assessing him, as anyone would do in her position when alone with the Dark Lord.

But she had no reason to fear of getting killed, when Tom only had a plan to bed her. Tom didn't miss the new blush that suffused her cheeks when he saw her gaze travelling from his broad shoulders, to his chiselled chests, and to his corded arms, and down to his well-defined abdominal muscles. And Tom couldn't resist giving her a heated stare, and got a thrill of watching her swallow and lick her lips when their gazes lock. Merlin, how much he wanted her, but told himself to be patient.

If he come on her aggressively, she would be out of there before he could even say 'blue balls'. Lazily, he unfolded his arms from his chest, and observe how the girl's eyes quickly went back to his chest. Even if the girl tried to hide it, Tom had vast experience in women, and could distinguish a look of admiration in the girl's open face. He could do this all night, priming her for what he had in mind; sex, very hot sex, with her getting stuff full of his cock. Time was fleeting, and for certain, dawn would be upon them and this night would disappear, and so would the girl at the first ray of sunlight.

Tom plan to have her before she would become incorporeal again, or faced with a month long of aching and waiting for her until the next full moon. Mayhap he would talk about something that might be of interest to her; she always seemed to like reading. And indeed, the girl's interest was piqued when he started talking about the History of the Castle they were currently staying in. From there, Tom stirred her to various subjects, and surprisingly, she was attentive in everything he had to say. Tom knew the girl was intelligent, though he didn't care to find out to what extent, considering that she had been nothing but a constant irritation — and distraction - since she appeared.

However, their conversation would prove to be rather He would discover that the girl was far more intelligent than he assumed, which made her more desirable in his eyes. He wanted to see her sucking his cock, which would have become painfully hard after listening to the girl's haughty, know-it-all answers as they debated on a subject that held no interest for him in that instant, if compared to the things that he wanted to do to her. Tom would tell himself every time his eyes caught a glimpse of her erect nipples, or saw the undeniable flash of heat in the girl's eyes, or the tongue that would sweep over those tempting lips, when she would notice his eyes wandering to her breasts.

So for a while they would talk some more, talk nothing and anything at once, until such a time that the girl would relax enough to allow him close, just enough for him to accidentally brush his hand against the curve of her hip beneath the water. Their eyes would meet again, but Tom would pretend that he didn't know what happened. His face would remain an inscrutable mask, his tone nonchalant as he directed the girl back to the conversation at hand.

Slowly, carefully as not to cause her alarm, Tom would be inching towards her, bit by bit, throughout their conversation. Until his shoulders would brush against hers, and she would turn towards him, surprised at their sudden proximity, but Tom would simply give her a look full of need before pulling her hurriedly into his arms, and kissing her full on the lips; not giving her any room to protest.

Perhaps the girl would be astonished at first, and might even struggle against him, but Tom was armed with knowledge. Tom would kiss her with the same expertise and ease as he wield his wand and dispensed a number of dark curses and Avadas. With a hand holding the back of her head, and another one at the side of her neck, where he could feel her pulse hammering wildly beneath his fingers, Tom would use his mouth and tongue to seduce her into submission.

When the time comes that she does, the girl would kiss him with the same raw hunger and passion as he felt for her. Her small, feminine hands would begin to explore him, familiarizing with the man that was going to take her for the first time. Possibly she would start with his hair, carefully threading her fingers through his dark locks, while her lips remained locked with his; parting, moulding, sharing breaths, savouring each other's taste, exploring and stoking the embers of desire that both of them knew existed even before they begin to kiss.

He wouldn't rush things with her, or she might bolt out of there, leaving him with nothing but to contend with a raging erection, and with lonely hands. As he kisses her, with his hands cupping her heart-shape face, he would start luring her into his seductive web with feather-light caresses against her jaw, before softly and carefully trailing them down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, and then to the swells of her breasts.

Boldly, Tom would mould his palm against one breast, rubbing tentatively against her pink crest until it stood proudly; teasing and caressing her with the scrape of his thumb. He would hear her gasp of pleasure against his mouth. And the sound of it would go straight to his groin, heating his blood with undeniable need and sending his heart hammering wildly with excitement. Carefully, he would remove his mouth from her sweet mouth and kiss his way down her chin, her neck, her shoulder and then towards her heaving bosom.

Noting her rapid breathing and the bewitching pink flush that spread nearly all throughout her body. The girl would pant for him, her eyes nearly the colour of black. Then, he would lick her nipple, putting a lot of pressure behind the swipe of his tongue to give her the pleasure she wanted, so that she could feel the blissful shocks shooting straight through her.

He would continue to lick her hardening nipple, drew it into his mouth and suckle hard. The girl had no choice but to yield to his skilful ministrations, gasping, moaning or letting out keening mewls as he suckle and lap at her, driving the girl wild with passion that she would forget about being shy in his presence. With his mouth suckling her nipple, he would slowly move his hand down her stomach, to her navel, to the mound of hair in her mons pubis, and then further down.

Tom would begin to touch her between her thighs, pressing against her little nub while he occupied himself from one breast to the other. Soon the girl would be melting in his arm, her body going pliant and needy for more as he dipped his finger into her warmth for the first time, splaying her folds open to access her virginal passage and introduce her to a new kind of pleasure. As predicted, the girl would squirm and pant and moan his name and buck against him, when he slip one single digit inside her, while his thumb rub circles around the hood of her clit until she was pleading for him, begging for something that she didn't even know yet.

He would slip another finger inside her, stretching her further and Tom's breathing would become laboured upon realizing that the girl was too tight, incredibly tight, and dripping wet, and hot that it nearly broke the last vestige of his control. He would feel it through his fingers. The girl's cunt would be clamping on him by the second, and she would be meeting the thrust of his fingers in sheer desperation. Delirious with want, Tom would insert a third finger, and the girl would instantly went wild on him. She would sharply tag at his hair and he would be force to tear out his mouth from her breast and allowed himself to be drag straight to her waiting lips.

They would kiss, and this time it would be in all consuming passion; their lips would seek each other ravenously, fervently and with the violent sensuality that left them wanting for more. He would probe his tongue in between her lips to taste her once more, and the girl would open her mouth to his, their tongues meeting at once and they would moan and clutch unto each other, grinding with the undeniable need to join their bodies together.

Rationality fleeing from his mind, the sound of her moans and her gasp of ecstasy would race through his blood stream like he had been injected by an aphrodisiac. And when he would press his thumb firmly against her clit, rubbing rapid circles around it, the girl wouldn't last long, and she would climax with a sharp cry, her body arching against him.

She would shudder uncontrollably, her cunt tightening spasmodically around his thrusting fingers, and Tom would be close to plunging himself into her and feel her orgasm rippling around his stiff member. Afterwards, she would slump against him, her face nuzzling his neck in contentment, her hands boldly touching his shoulders, his arms, and his chest and then brushing a thumb against his nipples. A jolt of delightful sensations would race through his veins, making his cock jerk in response at the girl's caress. He would kiss her brows, bury his face unto her chestnut curls and slowly slid his fingers out of her.

He would bring them towards his mouth, and cleaned her essence out of his fingers. At one point, he wouldn't want someone calling him after his father's filthy, muggle name, but after hearing it spilling from the girl in the throes of passion. The throbbing in his loins would become too much, too unbearable that he would push the girl against the rock and hitch her legs on either side of his hips and press himself against her sex.

The girl would gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders the moment he started grinding himself against her. Tom would be breathing harshly, in rugged pants, and groaning a moment later as blissful sensations shoot through his loins at the feeling of his tip rubbing against the girl's wet sex. The girl has an iron will, and Tom's felt like his will is crumbling into the dust when sharp bolts of pleasure keep on firing into him every time the girl would grind right back. However, with him deliberately grazing all of his length right against the girl's naked flesh and her clit, Hermione would react by doing the exact opposite, moving against him in complete frenzy.

She is clearly enjoying herself and at the delightful sensations she would receive from rubbing against his erection. She would be shamelessly slathering him with her juices, and Tom would feel his control slipping. His mind would cloud over, when he said to her: Almost at once, the reign he has over his control would finally snap, and he would immediately grab hold of her ass.

You're driving me insane! Her folds are swollen, and pink, staring at it would make his cock throb with the need to sink himself between those untouched flesh and bring them both to ecstasy. Instead, he would say to her, "Let me have a taste of you, Hermione. Tom would feel slightly daze from the overwhelming lust that would sweep through him as he examine the girl within a few seconds.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, he would swoop down and ready to devour her dripping cunt, and give her a mind-blowing oral. Yet she hadn't made an effort to fight him, when Tom knew that she was powerful in this time of night. Instead she would say, "Wait! Tom plan to give her a kiss down there too, and using more than his lips and his tongue and a bit of his teeth; he would be using his fingers on her as well.

However, Tom would dive down and immediately bury himself with the scent of her sex, and the softness of her flesh, and slipping out his tongue at once to lick the seams of her nether lips. The girl's protest would instantly die down, replacing it with the sound of her unadulterated gasp of delight. He would glance up, smirking triumphantly. And would see the girl arching her back, her breasts pointed towards the cloudless night sky.

Her fingers would dig into his scalp, pulling at his hair as he swept his tongue out to experimentally flick against the hood of her clit, slowly and tortuously. Tom would feel it is a true accomplishment after reducing the girl into incoherence within seconds. Watching her closely, he would whirl his tongue in circles around her sensitize bundle of nerves, getting heady with irrepressible need when the girl would squirm against him, her lips falling apart as she emit a series of blissful noises that would undoubtedly make his cock throb painfully.

He would continue to pleasure her with his tongue, drawing her nub between his lips and suckling her deeply into his mouth. She would mewl without shame, her voice reverberating around them, and through him. She would grip his hair and force him to press his face closely against her cunt. I'll have you gagging with my cock after this. He would think, inhaling the heady scent of her sharply.

Tom would continue to pleasure her, sometimes he would dip his tongue into her sex just to see how near she was to cumming for him. He could feel her clenching and unclenching, when he would lap at the creamy juices seeping out from her. The girl would be lost in her world of pleasure, making noises that was both beautiful and tempting.

He would hoist the girl's leg over his shoulders, lifting her hips up and bringing her sex closely to his mouth. He would use both his arms to wrap around her middle, like hugging her from behind, then he would feast on her completely, laving his tongue unerringly on her dripping entrance and then drawing the girl's clit closely between his lips to suckle and lick and scrape his tongue over her until she was sobbing with ecstasy.

With fingers digging into his scalp and gripping his hair, Tom would simply worship her with his mouth, bringing her closer and closer to the height of passion that she hasn't tasted before. Until finally, the girl would break down on him, screaming her release and arching her back. Her juices spilling freely from her passage and straight into his ravenous mouth. Tom would swallow it all down, even licking it from her convulsing entrance, cleaning her off until she would feel the imprint of his tongue burn into her skin.

The feeling of blinding ecstasy instantly flooded his nerve endings as soon as he slowly eased his way into her. The girl's sex engulfing his length, her untried muscles flexing and gripping him so tight that he was afraid that he might cum right away. He hadn't even sheathe the entire tip of his shaft, when the girl dug her fingers into him, leaving crescents marks on his arms.

His face contorted in agony, tormented and nearly beside himself with the need to thrust all the way into her. The girl was slick, soaking wet with her juices, almost gushing, and tempting him so exquisitely. If she was this wet, this wouldn't have hurt her that much, perhaps there might be a tinge of discomfort, but she was clearly in pain. Tom had already prepared her body early on - giving her oral and fingering her - but it mustn't be enough.

She lifted her head to look at him, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her brown orbs were dark and tumultuous as she met his intense stare. A flash of guilt stab his conscience or what was left of it when he saw her tears; guilt for making her cry, hurting her because he was such a selfish, selfish man. He felt her walls convulsed around him, getting slicker as he continued to squeeze his way through her tight opening.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, an animalistic growl ripped from deep within his throat, his attention narrowed on the heavenly sensation of her walls flexing around him. And Merlin, he couldn't stop now, not when he was this close to completely burying himself inside her. The girl's cry of surprise was stifled by his mouth, her face flushing brightly at his penetration. She love the feeling of him filling her to the hilt, to have his glorious, thick cock buried deeply inside her. Tom grew up in an orphanage, and had always thought that Hogwarts was his true home. But as he buried himself into the girl's waiting heat - all the way to the hilt - he was suddenly struck by an emotion that he found simply ridiculous.

Drowning in her jasmine scent, and the taste of strawberries in his tongue, and the burning warmth and the softness of the girl clinging to him, Tom felt like he had finally found his way home. Grunting, he squeeze the girl's ass, angled himself upwards within her, and began thrusting into her in sure, measured strokes. The girl clung to him, her mouth falling open beneath his as she let out a whine. Tom swallowed her rising objections with the expert stroke of his tongue, the tempered passion brought by his lips and the driving force of his heat spearing inside her, introducing to her what it felt like to be taken by a man.

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The girl started to meet his thrust, half-sobbing as she finally surrendered to him, allowing herself to be swept by instinct, the carnal need and the ecstasy of joining her body to his. Inhaling sharply, Tom filled her to the brink with his thick length, picking up his pace, pounding into her until she was mewling out loud and clawing at his back. He deliberately hit a secret spot inside her that had her arching her spine involuntarily and pushing her breast closer towards his face. Her face flushing scarlet at the intense sensation of getting filled by the fullness of him.

Unable to help himself, he dipped downwards and took one erect nipple deeply into his mouth, not breaking his merciless rhythm. And the girl let out a sharp, keening mewl, her cunt beginning to contract around him as he drove into her again and again. Her petite frame bouncing on top of his shaft while the girl's drenched pussy continued to twitch around him, clearly she was about to come. Fuck, fuck, fuck He thought almost in a dazed, when he felt the familiar coiling building up deep within his belly, intensifying in each of his thrust, in each squeezing sensation around his cock, concentrated at his sensitive tip every time he drove into the girl's slick passage.

His balls began to retract, felt it growing heavy at the load of cum he was about to expel, pressure building in his groin. With pleasant jolts racing up and down his spine, and making him gasp in each powerful shove of his hips. He bit his lip until he bleed, felt the burst of his blood within his mouth, tasting of iron and salt. The girl had reduce him into this pitiful state after months of her teasing touches that he no longer had control over his body, not when she was wrapped around him so gloriously and receiving the full brunt of his sexual frustration.

Then, he pressed his thumb against the bud of pleasure just above where they were joined, and rub circles around it. Her body shuddering against him. Her hot core clamping on him so hard that he completely lost it. He exploded inside her, a shout of ecstasy forced its way from his mouth as he climax, his hips jerking unevenly, still thrusting fast as he jet out stream after stream of hot cum into the girl's quivering pussy. Tom's orgasm hit him so fast and without warning that he felt like he had died for a few seconds.

Not right now anyway, and he kissed her once more. She told him that she hated him, yet she allowed him to plunder her mouth in a deep, searing kiss of contentment and sexual gratification. And how pretty and innocent she looked with that blush on her face, which spread down to the top of her breasts. He could already imagine himself going to her, pulling her small frame into his arms and kiss her.

He would cup the nape of her neck, realizing how fragile she was that he could easily snap her little neck with a twist of his hand. For so long he had wanted to feel her soft-petal lips crushed beneath his that he couldn't control himself from kissing her hungrily, ferociously that the girl might be overwhelmed by his scent, his taste and his body crowding her, pushing her against the wall of rock. And with her lips parted slightly, he would swooped for the kill and seized her into a kiss that would make her dizzy, and make her want, and make her needy for more, for the things that he could do to her inexperience body.

He would kiss her until all thoughts of other boys that might have kissed her before, would be drive away, and would be replaced by only thoughts of him. Him, and his lips, and his tongue as he swipe the seams of her mouth, feeling her lower lip tremble beneath his as he softly scrape the edge of his teeth on it, purposely seducing her with his expertise, his masterful kisses that he knew the girl didn't stand a chance against.

Then, her tongue would greet him, and yes, he would moan, savouring the shy and hesitant way the girl would respond to him at first, but then she would become bold while he allowed her to explore, groaning against her mouth when he would feel her tongue scraping the roof of his mouth, then tangling back with his. She would kiss him with equal fervour, deriving pleasure from him, as he was from her. They would share breaths, familiarizing with the mould of their mouths, the curves and the contours, and simply let the fire burn between them, fiercer and hotter; firing up every sensitize nerve endings right there and making him want to take her already.

He had dreamt of tying her right there — frogtied — with her thighs and legs spread apart and unable to move; blindfolded, gagged and naked, and with her pink folds on open display for him to peruse and inspect… very closely ; with his tongue and his fingers. At first, he would have a feast, and so he would start by eating her juicy cunt like she was a dessert and he was a starved man. He would love to watch her petite body shudder with need when he would slid his tongue over her slit, slowly but firmly, he would part her smooth folds and lick her bundle of nerves in slow tormenting strokes, and then in circular motion.

Instantly, he would feel her quiver against him, her lean thighs trembling. At the same time, he would feel the clenching of inner walls as he continue to ran his tongue over those sensitive nub - once, twice, three more times, and the girl wouldn't be able to control her responses at his erotic onslaught. The strong scent of her arousal would hit his olfactory senses— and what an addicting scent it was!

Blinded by overwhelming lust, Tom would take her little pearl between his lips and suckle her hard, getting an immense satisfaction of hearing her gasp right through the gag in her mouth. With his mouth occupied, Tom would slid a hand towards her chest, and fondle one pert breast, cupping her and rubbing her nipples with the pads of his callus fingers until it stood erect, proud and pretty like the rest of her trembling body.

Her breast would swell in his hand, telling him that the girl like what he was doing to her, and couldn't wait to see how she would respond by the time his shaft is already buried deep inside her. As he continue to pleasure her with his mouth, the girl would tremble uncontrollably soon. Her hips bucking towards him, and Tom would feel the unmistakable preliminary tremors of her orgasm wracking her petite frame.

And the thought of being the first man to make her orgasm made his cock ache with impatience and he was tempted to mount her right then and there, while she was obviously about to cum for him. So he would take his time touching her beautiful, young breasts, and gorge himself with the sweet taste of her sex and drown himself with scent of her arousal.

More juices would pour freely from her entrance as he continued to torment her with his tongue. The sight of her gushing wet with her juices would tempt him to take an experimental dip into her with his tongue and swallow all of her nectar into his mouth. Using his teeth, he would scrape the edge of his central incisors against her clit, gently but with a bit of pressure just to introduce her to both pain and pleasure.

By this point, the girl would be thrashing against him in wild abandon, wantonly, unrestrained, and in frustration. With her still new to this sensations, he knew the girl would cum on him fast. He relished the blissful noises she would make when the intensity of her ecstasy reached its peak. He would stretched her tight hole with his fingers, until she was squirming and begging for him to take her already, hard, fast, slow, deep, shallow — either way, she would want what he could give her. He would drive her mad with unbridled desire, like she had done to him with her maddening touches.

And once she came with a shout against his thrusting fingers, Tom would pull out hastily from her dripping pussy, and replaced his fingers with his cock. He would swiftly thrust into her in one smooth stroke, groaning out loud at the sensations of her inner walls still contracting around him, clenching him like a hot wet glove as she rode through her orgasm.

However, the girl would jerked against him in surprise, at his sudden intrusion, as he sheathe himself all the way inside her, stretching her tight packed of muscles until he could not go further. Once he had buried himself to the hilt within her, he would start pounding into her fast, long and deep, with her still shuddering from her release. She would mewl shamelessly at the feeling of his cock filling her quivering pussy, stuffing her to overwhelming fullness.

He would insert a finger into her butthole just to torture her some more, hammering into her while he stimulated the ring of raw nerves around the entrance to her arse. He would feel her cunt clamping on him in a vice-like grip from the pleasurable shocks that would have resulted from both his manhood and his finger inside her butthole. Certainly, she would be nearly half-sobbing at the sensation as he fuck her from behind, driving all rational thoughts from her mind except for him, the sensation of him invading her, stabbing her with his heat, plunging into her deeply and relentlessly, and easily stirring her towards an inevitable release once again, especially with his finger still massaging the rim of her butt.

While the intense friction created from the rubbing sensation of her moist walls around him would make his cock burn for completion, would make him plow into her harder and faster, purposely hitting an erogenous spot within her that would catapult her straight towards sweet oblivion. The girl would scream through her gag as she shattered beneath him again, her orgasm crashing over her in gigantic waves that she would buck and thrash against him, her back curving and allowing him to sink himself all the way into her; deep, deeper still, that the girl would shout once more at being filled to nearly full capacity.

He would feel her cunt contract and spasm around his thrusting cock, sucking him in, pulling at his sensitize skin, clamping down on his tip, his entire length, and making him delirious with desire that he would groan in bliss. His breathing would come out harsh and loud, grunting when he would sense his balls retracting close to his body, felt his body strained and tremble as he neared his end. And with one final sharp jerk of his hips, he would spill his seed inside her. His orgasm would hit him so hard that he would see a flash of light beneath his lids. The rush of heat would streak up his spine, making him stiffen; his face would flush and he would shout the girl's name while he would grip her hips tightly as he spent himself into her, all of his worth, pouring his essence into the girl's womb, warming her from within.

Shortly after, he would release the girl from her restrains and kiss her on the lips, in surprising gentleness and she would kiss him in return, her mouth quirking at the corners as she smiled; completely sated. There would be no words between them, and Tom would kiss the girl's brows as she slowly succumb to sleep in his arms. Later, his Knights would be horrified to discover both of them lying naked in the kitchen countertop, with the girl half-splayed over of him, and sleeping soundly.

She started stuttering, moaning in between her answers while he fondle her breast and pinch her nipples as he continue to thrust into her. The girl forget what she was about to say, squirming when he cup her breast and draw circles around her nipple. At the same time, he slid his other hand down her flat stomach and towards her clit, where he began pressing and rubbing against it. He dipped his fingers to where they were joined, and slicked his digits with their combine juices and rub it over her little nub.

He started to torture her with his quick and dexterous fingers, and hearing her mewls made him pick up his pace. He heard her delighted gasp right before she began to ride him hard and fast, pressing down on his pounding shaft like her life depended on it. With the girl's back rubbing against his chest, Tom rammed himself into her relentlessly, relishing in the sound of their flesh smacking against each other.

The girl could only whimper a, "Tom" Her tender walls clenching around him bit by slow bit as he continued to stuff her cunt with his cock. They barely fit in any position, except this one, where Tom could press himself into her deeply that the girl had no choice but to take all of him. It was tight fit alright, and Hermione had orgasm four times already just by the sheer pleasure of the position, and his thick and long shaft filling her to the brink.

She started to turn her face towards him, seeking for his lips, hungry and horny for him, and about to cum for him as well. Her inner walls were twitching uncontrollably now, squeezing and squeezing his cock so deliciously tight that he was groaning out loud. His balls were getting heavy, pleasurable sensations streaking through him every time he thrust into her. He felt her juices dripping down on his thighs, and he was tempted to ram himself back into her, and started pounding and give the release that they both needed, but he didn't.

He palmed her left breast, he didn't protest when she pressed the tip of him against her quivering pussy, aligning herself on top of it, and was ready to impale herself down on him, when he said in a cold voice. I'm just going sit here until you are done, and that won't be enjoyable. She moaned, flushing prettily with desire. Half-turning towards him, he felt her fingers sifting through his hair. She found the sight oddly endearing, and was happy to have something besides his poor face to focus on—although focus of any kind seemed increasingly difficult.

She expected him to grasp it; she was surprised when he shifted closer and bent his head, his eyes never leaving hers, to carefully take it between his teeth. Her hand trembled, and an odd thrill ran down her arm leaving it feeling oddly exposed despite the modest sleeve and into her tummy. He had been so deft that his lips such as they were had never touched her; she rather thought that he had even held his breath.

He hadn't touched her at all; why was that strangely disappointing? She broke his intent gaze as the grape disappeared behind his teeth. I think I will have some more sherry after all," she said faintly, reaching for her glass. Her hands trembled so that she had to use both to steady the glass as she raised it to her lips. She managed not to choke a second time, but it was close. She was suddenly intently aware that she had no dress on—no real clothes at all, really; nothing separated them but the yards of dressing gown, her petticoats, camisole, corset, chemise, drawers, and stockings, and her high laced boots.

And several feet of sofa. Suddenly, it wasn't nearly enough. She wished he would stop talking; his voice was making the sherry do a funny little dance all through her veins. It was rather deliciously frightening. Perhaps he would read to her…. She opened her eyes, not realizing until then that she had closed them, and saw him offering a strawberry. She still clutched the glass in both desperate hands; she was afraid if she let go with one hand the tension in the other would cause her to fling the glass across the room.

Letting go with both hands didn't seem an option. She cast him a rather frantic look. He seemed to understand, for he gave a small smile and held it closer. She had no choice; she couldn't free a hand to take it, and she certainly couldn't turn her head away! She truly didn't wish to hurt his feelings, however uncomfortable she felt.

Aiming carefully, she leant forward. She would have to bite it; it was too large to fit easily, otherwise. So she bit, the juice making her slurp slightly. He laughed, a bit breathlessly, she thought. He had the over-bright eyes and giddy grin of a child who has just persuaded a wild bird to alight on his outstretched hand. It was touching, and disconcerting.

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She took another sip of sherry to cover her confusion. She sat frozen in shock, her mouth slightly agape. He had touched her! She had not expected that, not at all. He was always so careful to avoid direct physical contact! Her hand flew to cover the trail left by his, which still burned on her skin. She shut her mouth with a snap, but couldn't seem to stop staring.

A trickle of perspiration traced its way down her breast; her lap felt damp. It took her a moment to make sense of his words. She blinked several times and looked down. As he said, her glass was tipped onto its side, the last traces of a puddle soaking between her—into her lap.

And down her front, she noticed with dismay. At least she wasn't sweating after all…. I knew I shouldn't have let go…. Here, let me help…". Why was he so close? She had all but landed in his lap! She couldn't think; he was much too close; his voice, his magical, enchanted, ensnaring voice was right in her ear; and her legs felt too rubbery to hold her. She couldn't move; she was too shocked by his sudden boldness. She felt his fingers at the buttons of her dressing gown. She managed looked down at them. She expected clumsy fumbling, but while he trembled, his fingers were slow and careful.

She watched him undo each button in agony. She jerked her head up at the sound of his voice— too close! How could such a ravaged visage produce such enchanting tones? She wondered suddenly if he could kiss, with no lips… She was rather afraid that she might find out. Oh dear, I don't seem to have a towel handy…".

I'll just go and fetch one, shall I? Christine barely heard him. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of his tongue— Erik's tongue! She could feel little warmth from his body, but his breath was hot against her damp skin. She desperately wished he would stop on his own, because she truly didn't know how to stop him herself.

I might find out the differences between men and women after all, she thought suddenly. We'd better have it off, then…". She didn't know what to do with her hands. She tried to pull his hands away, but her strength had left her. Weakly she grasped his fingers, but could do no more than clutch them convulsively as he found the busk of her corset beneath her camisole. She couldn't tell who was guiding whom as he slipped the two sides apart.

She didn't know if it was in protest or encouragement. This was wrong, all wrong! Her head was swimming so that she could barely tell which way was up. Erik caressing his noseless face against the lawn of her camisole, Erik who had lied to her, kidnapped her—she could feel the bones of his shoulder and hips right through his suit as he pressed against her. This was Erik— oh, God —Erik closing his lipless mouth over her nipple—she could feel the moist heat of his mouth right through the cotton as he caressed her with his tongue.

He moaned against her and frantically pulled her chemise up over her belly to slide his hand down under the waistbands of her petticoats and drawers. She gasped as his fingers slid between her legs, and instinctively spread her knees and pushed against him. Dimly she realized that he was shaking like a leaf and gasping so loudly she feared he might pass out. With sudden violence he sat up and threw her over sideways to lie sprawled along the sofa.

He tore off her drawers with one convulsive movement and knelt between her spread and trembling legs, fumbling desperately to undo the buttons of his trousers. He gave up after a moment and simply yanked open his belt, jerking his trousers down in almost the same motion. She raised her head to see but before she could glimpse anything past his dangling shirt tails he was over her, his weight pinning her as his hand fumbled down between them, between her legs. This was all too sudden—she could feel him rubbing something soft and firm against her folds, spreading slickness as he pressed against her, and then, without warning, something large slid right inside her, piercing her to her core.

Something tore inside, she was sure. Frightened, she clung to him for comfort even as he thrust against her, his face buried against her neck.

The pain receded, but washed passion away with its wake. She was lying naked, exposed, her petticoats flung up over her naked belly, her drawers dangling from an ankle, wetness soaking beneath her as he fucked her. That's all this was.

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She had heard the term and thought it vulgar; but now she understood. It was not merely a coarse synonym for making love, for sex. Absent passion and affection, absent love , this was nothing more than brutish, animalistic rutting. He lay motionless for what seemed an eternity, as his breathing slowed and she silently wept against his shoulder, before he shifted to take his slight weight off her. He was silent a long moment, his face still buried in her hair, before he softly spoke. She couldn't answer; the concern in his voice only made her cry harder.

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He raised his head and looked at her. I should have taken more time, but you… you feel so… Did it hurt? Please, let me show you. She still could not, or would not, speak; but whatever he saw in her eyes as he studied her tear-stained face he seemed to read as assent, for he sighed as if in relief and shifted against her.

I will not be able to perform again until morning. But there are other things I can do…"He lowered his head until she thought he would kiss her, lips or no, but after gazing at her for a moment, he simply shifted again. She tensed, but he simply stroked, back along her cheekbone, down along her jaw to her chin, and back again, until she started to relax slightly. She felt a strange vibration from his chest and realized he was humming, so quietly she could barely hear, a simple, repetitive tune such as one might sing to soothe a child.

She began to calm down, her eyes drifting closed as he stroked her cheek, up, over, down, over, up… She was all but asleep when she realized that he had included her ear and her throat in his ministrations. She tensed for a moment again, opening her eyes; but really, it did feel nice, and he wasn't doing anything… untoward.

He met her gaze for a moment, wordlessly, then, ever so slowly, lowered his mouth to her cheek. He had scant lips to press to her skin; instead he exhaled against her for a moment, warm and moist, and gave her temple a slight lick. His touch awoke an echo of that strange thrill in her again.

Her tummy fluttered as he traced the same route with his tongue, even as his fingers kept stroking her other cheek. Slowly, slowly, he traced the shell of her ear, the line of her jaw, the column of her neck, the contours of her collar bone. She trembled, remembering the sensation of his mouth on her breast…. You really should disrobe. Come now; sit up. She felt cold without his body and the sofa against her; she shivered, wrapping her arms about herself. There was only silence for a moment; then a heavy weight was draped about her. Eat if you wish; I will return in a few minutes.

She snuggled deeper into the heavy blanket but did not look up, waiting until his footsteps receded into the distance and she heard water splashing before peeping cautiously out. She glanced at the remains of their small meal, but the thought of food made her stomach heave, so instead she simply wrapped the blanket about her, lay down again, curled onto her side, and waited. True to his word, he returned a short while later.

He stood over her a moment as she gazed into the fire, then bent and gathered her up in his arms, blanket and all. He had filled the tub; the water steamed gently, invitingly. Carefully he unwrapped the blanket and tossed it into the bedroom, closing the door behind him as he turned to face her again. She didn't know what to do with him there.

Was he expecting her to disrobe before his very eyes? He gestured, slightly awkwardly. A bath will warm you and clean you, but I don't want to risk you slipping or falling asleep in it. As he complied she slipped out of the remains of her clothing as quickly as she could, kicking the lot into an untidy heap in the corner, and slipped into the tub. She hunkered down as far as she could, painfully aware that the clear water hid nothing. She glared at him a moment, suspicious, before reluctantly complying. As he said, he might as well be of some use, especially considering that it was his fault that she was covered with sherry in the first place!

He lathered his hands and gently, carefully washed her neck and shoulders as she rinsed off the stickiness elsewhere. He worked his way a little further down, then said, "Up on your knees now, please. She protested; he sighed. And your back is to me… Not that I can't see your lovely bottom anyway," he added, not quite under his breath. Up on her knees it was, then, the water now lapping gently at the tops of her thighs. It was oddly thrilling, feeling him caressing her naked back as the water teased her naked… bits. It felt deliciously naughty, she realized, being washed by him this way, naked before him, yet most of her charms hidden from his gaze….

From his gaze, but not his touch, she realized with a shiver. He was scooping water in his hands to rinse her off, chasing the rivulets with his fingers as he wiped away the soap from her shoulders, her back, her sides… The sensation of his calloused fingers lightly skimming down the sides of her breasts was frighteningly erotic. When he reached her hips he paused for a moment, his hands splayed against her skin as she knelt, frozen.

All pretense of washing gone, he slowly slid his hands back and down until he was cupping each cheek. He squeezed, gently, then slid one hand around to her waist to brace her as he slowly reached beneath her with his other, his fingers parting her folds to slide against her. She tensed, half expecting him to throw her over again, but he kept his movements slow, tantalizingly slow, as he lightly traced his way, so lightly that it almost tickled; so lightly that she quivered. Lightly, oh so lightly, the rough pads of his fingertips caressed her, edging now forward, now back, until, reaching just a little further, he found a sensitive nub of tissue that Christine hadn't even dreamed existed.

And I loved his portrayal of Silken and his loving Dom. I am a one very happy and hot and bothered listener! BuddyListening this with Trio makes it that much better to enjoy. We were like schoolgirls who got the first taste of harlequin romances, giggling and instant messaging each other about this little morsel.

Where have Isobel Starling and Gary Furlong been all my life? Not only I immensely enjoyed each and every story, I fell in love with them. Daddy Christmas Another confession, I totally have a suit fetish. Ryan and his daddy bear was hot, hot and HOT. Sweet, romantic, sexy and really funny.

Thoroughly and immensely enjoyed it. Dirty Desire Dread and Terrible 1. Escaping Exile Escape Trilogy, 1. Seriously, I have read tons of them and I thought I have seen every possible vampire romance tropes. Andrew was a centuries-old ancient vampire who was exiled from his coven in News Orleans for failing to control his urges to consume a human whole. Then an angel was washed ashore to this godforsaken island.

Now, Andrew must try his very best to convince Edmund that he only wants his love and not his life and protect the man he loves even more than life itself against all odds. And my my my! The smut was sizzling! The ending was more like a HFN since this is only the book one of the trilogy but ended on a very happy note. A review copy of this book was provided by the author for an honest and unbiased review.

It was short, quick, sweet and sexy. I hope she writes more MM in the future. However what started off as an ill intent attempt to desperately hold into a past ghost turned out to be so much more. The two men thought they could get a happily ever after if they just cocoon in their little bubble of happy nest waiting for the arrival for their son.

But demons are lurking in the shadows trying to ensnare Heath and Adrien from getting their well-deserved fairytale ending. Cue and fast forward one week later after the heat, they were separated for a week here waiting for the confirmation of the pregnancy. Flirt Forever Wilde 4. This definitely is my new favorite Lucy Lennox obsession. And oh that delicious silver-foxy Evan, I freaking loved that drop-dread gorgeous firefighter chief! Anyhow, love, looooove, looooooved it! Lucy Lennox did a onehelluva job portraying Stevie character. The guy has the voice of an angel!

This definitely is my very favorite Vic POV shortie in the entire collection. It was funny as hell and sexy AF. Short, sweet, tender, romantic and sco This definitely is my very favorite Vic POV shortie in the entire collection. Short, sweet, tender, romantic and scorching! So worth it in the end though. I would have rated this one higher if it was edited better.

Nothing major but I spotted several spelling and a few grammar errors. Sizzling smut beautifully laced with nostalgic mementos? Teddy has always been a homey and giving person so being able to stay close with his family and working as the charity director has been a perfect blessing for him. Except, Nick is leaving in a month.

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Did I love it!!! The feel, the romance, the emotions, the UST, and the angst, that bittersweet and heart-aching angst, I freaking loved it. I also love that both of them are flawed characters. Teddy has his shortcomings to overcome and so is Nick, especially about getting over his past relationship. The UST between these two men were sizzling and the smut burnt even brighter! I cried a few times! An ARC of this book was provided by the publisher through Netgalley for an honest and unbiased review. Single White Incubus Supernatural Selection, 1. So I went into this story hoping for a cute and fluffy read and I got so much more than that.

And Ted is the only extroverted bear-shifter in his area or more like ever in bear-shifter history who gets into a lot of trouble with people because of his over-friendliness. I was a bit miffed with Ted in the beginning by how he left Quentin alone at the lodge on their very first night but I forgave him quickly when he proved himself to be a loving, caring and trustworthy husband material. Lots of intense UST with fair amount of smut and I loved every single second of that glorious mating!

It was decent, charming, erotic with a dash of adrenaline and plotting. Royals, princes, childhood sweethearts, coronation and babies. But the book needs serious editing because it can at least narrow down pages. It would have made the book flow more smoothly. Ravel The Fate of the Fallen 2. Ok, I love this book wayyyyyy more than the first book. Anyhow, nice job R. Spook Squad PsyCop 7.

That being said, although Lisa sent me on a psychotic murderous rage and the mystery in this story was quite predictable, I find myself still enjoying this book much more than my fellow bookworms. And I have to admit that the creepiness and scariness of this book far surpasses all the previous books. The last scene gave me chills and goosebumps. The reasons this book still amused me.. This signifies how Vic has decided to walk a new path and I like it.

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