Today’s snippet theme is Bump In The Night. Enjoy a look from one of my books.
An snippet from Power of Attraction…
He came at her with gracefulness and purpose in each step. His sun-kissed face was carved planes and angles put together by a master artisan. It enthralled and compelled. The fullness of his mouth made her mouth ache to take a nibble, then suck his lips gently into hers. As he got closer, Peyton was arrested by his ice blue gaze, which was surrounded by curling lashes. A shudder of longing raced through her. Peyton licked her lips. His eyes followed the movement. A decadent smile curved his lips.
He reached her and pulled her against his heated body. A moan spilled from her lips. A sensual laugh rumbled from him. His arms banded around her. Peyton looked up at his face. The hunger in his gaze made the breath in her lungs stall. He lowered his head. His lips covered hers as if she were his. She melted into his body and let him take her. He nipped her lips gently. At her gasp, he took advantage and delved his tongue inside of her mouth. With a firm stroke, he licked along the side of her tongue then hummed. Her nipples pebbled, while wetness drenched her aching slit.
A weakness filled her, making her knees buckle. His arms held her up for his taking. With another flick of his tongue, he licked along the roof of her mouth. Fire raced along its path, then down her throat and straight to her clit. Wild moans bubbled from her. He swallowed them as he continued to master her with his kiss. Peyton tried to think clearly, but only thoughts of wanton need filled her. His hands lifted her. Instinctively, Peyton wrapped her legs around his waist. A whimper broke through her moans at the sensation of his hardened shaft pressing against her skirt-clad mound. Distantly, she felt his hands scorching a path along her right leg, and in its wake, cool air touched her skin.
She locked her legs tighter around him, grinding against his cock, trying to get some relief for the ache she needed filled. He shifted. Peyton moaned as his heated shaft rubbed along her silk-clad pussy. With a glide of her hips, she rubbed against him. He growled deep in his throat and bit her. Peyton gasped and reality intruded.
She stiffened in shock and tried to get away. The man trapped her arms and increased the pressure of his kiss. Her mind went fuzzy with desire. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, mimicking thrusts. Her pussy flooded even more. The man chuckled in her mouth. It made her slit clench in reaction. At that, Peyton came to her senses. She wrenched her lips away from his. Wide eyed, she looked at the man who held her effortlessly against him. His ice blue gaze was hungry and slumberous. He lowered his head.
“Yioules,” Peyton whispered huskily.
She felt herself start to fade and watched his shock. As she went into nothingness, she heard his roar.
In moments, she came back to her form. Peyton staggered. With a shaky hand, she reached for something to hold onto. Her fingers brushed smooth wood. Grabbing it firmly, she held herself upright, breathing harshly and shuddering uncontrollably while her heart beat a wild tattoo. When she was sure she could finally stand on her own, Peyton staggered forward. She glanced absently at her weaving room and various looms. With a turn, she faced Zuri, her favourite loom, and looked up. She reached out to touch the images she had created.
The tapestry rose from halfway up the floor-to-ceiling loom. The vivid richness of colours tantalized the eyes. Yet Peyton was transfixed by the face staring back at her. It was the man she had been kissing. She had captured him perfectly, right down to the slight scar over his right eyebrow. Peyton staggered back and dropped to her knees. Fear filled her. She had never seen him before. He was a stranger. A stranger she had almost fucked blind without them ever exchanging a word. She raised a shaking hand and pushed back her kinky, curly hair from her face.
Peyton knew in her world, there was no such thing as coincidence. Everything happened at a time and place for a reason. The ramifications of what happened tonight could mean so many things. She closed her eyes, dropping her head. She wasn’t prepared for any changes. Not now. There was too much going on in her family for any distractions. A cool wind blew against her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace.
“Oh, God. What am I going to do?”
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