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Authors: Jennifer Leeland
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Cy’s movements grew frantic as Madame de Laval screamed with
pleasure again. Sarah expected him to stream his cum down her throat but he
pulled his cock out of her mouth and lifted Madame de Laval off Sarah’s back.
In a show of impressive strength, Cy cradled Madame de
Laval, her legs wrapped around his waist, and turned her to the wall. He
slammed his mouth onto hers and drove his cock deep inside her waiting pussy.
The sight of their passion only made Sarah more aroused. She
moaned and shifted her hips, trying to find relief, but her restraints kept her
still.
Perry leaned over her, his hard length pressed against her
arse. “Do you want me to fuck you like that? Do you want it deep and fast?”
“Perry,” she groaned.
He gripped her hair and yanked her head around to meet his
gaze. The burning desire in his face made her pulse leap. “Answer me. Do you
want that?”
Madame de Laval’s cries and Cy’s grunts filled Sarah’s ears.
Yes, she wanted that hot, demanding sex. But she wanted so much more.
“No.” She put every ounce of emotion into her gaze, locked
with his. His grip in her hair loosened and he was going to withdraw. “I want
that and something else.”
Now she had his undivided attention, his intense gray eyes
focused solely on her face. She took a deep breath. “I want a happy ending.”
His fingers tightened, causing tingling in her scalp. “Forever,
then.”
“Yes,” she said loudly. “Forever.”
“Until death do us part?”
“Not even then,” she stated. Nothing could separate them. Tied
by blood, tested by fire and connected by so many things, death would not be
the end for them. She knew it.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Take me, Master. I belong to you.” The words were barely
out of her mouth when he plundered her lips with his. The searing kiss was
everything she’d hoped.
Without breaking that contact he slid his cock inside her
pussy and moaned against her mouth. As he thrust deeper, his hand tangled in
her hair controlled her head and kept their lips sealed together.
The friction of the rope, his cock in her willing pussy and
his hard body against hers created fire all along her nerves. Sweat made them
both slick as he drove his cock harder and harder, filling her. She screamed,
her orgasm exploding, her cunt tightening around him.
He roared as he came, his release triggering an extension of
her pleasure. She was filled with him, riding a wave of intensity that she knew
would never die. She loved him so much.
“Perry,” she whispered.
He was plastered against her, his hot breath in her ear, his
fingers still clenched around her hips. She was used, filled, so happy.
“Sarah,” he murmured, and kissed the back of her neck. He
extended his hand and his claws appeared. He ripped through the rope to free
her and turned her onto her back. She was boneless, floating.
He pulled her up and pressed her to her knees. “Suck me. I
want to fuck you again.”
She gazed up at him, her eyes half-closed, her heart full. “Yes,
Master.”
Before she could obey him he tipped her chin, bent down and
kissed her, his heart and soul bared to her. His voice was hoarse with emotion.
“I love you. I’m going to spend all night showing you.”
She already knew he loved her, but she wasn’t going to
complain if he wanted to prove it to her again.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl…
I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to
sneak them from my mother’s bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha
Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. I always loved to write, but
never thought about becoming an author. In 2003, a profound experience changed
that. My mother showed me a manuscript written by my father. No one had ever
seen it. No agent. No editor. No one. He died in 2002, never realizing his
dream to be a published author.
I wondered if that would be my fate. Would my family come
across my attempts at storytelling and shake their heads in pity? I vowed that
I would at least try.
I love reading romance, especially erotic romance, and in
2006, I decided to take a shot at it. It turned out that writing erotic romance
was as much fun as reading it. The more I write, the further I want to go. It
has been a fabulous journey creating new worlds and exploring new emotions. I
have a special relationship with my characters, who both annoy me and inspire
me.
I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on
occasion, and my two dirt-faced okie kids in the Northern California boonies.
And I write all my love scenes with Thomas the Tank Engine in the background.
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Witch of Arundale Hall
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