Do I have a treat for you! I've joined a talented group of authors in a blogging event called 'Sex Scene Saturday'.
Every Saturday for 4 weeks (May 12th - June 2nd), I'll be posting a sex scene from one of my current novels. Then I'll provide links to other authors in the group for you to visit their blogs and enjoy the scenes they've posted.
Want to sweeten the deal? For each scene I post, I'll be giving away a digital copy of the full-length novel to one commenter. That's one winner each week! Don't forget to post your email addresses so I can notify the winners.
So, let's begin the event with a HOT scene from my debut novel, MYTHIC...
Nicholas Sutton inhaled long, savoring breaths. The aroma of Gianna Marino's blood caught his attention and led him to the familiar set of double doors at the end of the hall. He didn’t bother knocking. He didn’t want to disturb her slumber. Instead, he opened the door to a dark room. Heavy drapes danced in the cool, damp breeze as Gianna slept on a bed of black satin. The black marble floor reflected every inch of light, which made it look more like a celestial observatory than a bedroom.
Relieved by her state of unconsciousness, Nicholas ran his hand across the soft material of the duvet. It didn’t seem possible but Gianna was even more beautiful when she slept. She looked like a goddess—the personification of perfection, one that he’d stop at nothing to protect. He shuddered, fighting the connection. But he’d never felt more alive and he’d forfeit his life for her, a stranger. Yet if he lost her to death, he’d be destroyed.
Leave. Leave now! If Mattias knew of Nicholas’s presence here, he’d want blood and he couldn’t risk hers. He would never allow Mattias the opportunity to consume her. He couldn’t imagine her under the influence of someone so evil, losing her forever. Nicholas fought against emotions he hadn’t felt in ages. Watching the pattern of her relaxed breaths while she slept, he reached out and gently touched Gianna’s face. She exhaled what sounded like a sigh of relief. She woke suddenly. “You’re leaving.”
“I have to…but before I do, I wanted to thank you for… everything.”
“It’s was my pleasure…really. I’m not surprised though, I knew you’d leave eventually.”
“Please don’t misunderstand, Gianna. I don’t want to leave but I have a responsibility to my family and it’s best for your protection. I will not be the cause of your extinction.”
“I don’t need protection, Nicholas. I’m not one of those knight-in-shining-armor types that need saving. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”
“I know.” It was one of her most endearing qualities.
“Look, I know we’ve only known each other for a short time but I can’t help but feel this unexplainable sense of security with you, safer than I’ve felt in a long time.”
Nicholas trembled, betraying the feelings he hoped to conceal. But when she confirmed that hers were mutual, it weakened his will. She looked to him for a reaction. Part of him wanted to devour every inch of her delectable body, slowly, until sunset. The other part couldn’t fight the desire to be with her and see the world through her eyes. He closed his eyes tight. In his mind, the voice of reason screamed, telling him to leave her without threat. But the man that fought to remain a part of him wanted more, so much more. He drifted off into thought and after a moment of silence, she touched his hand, bringing him back to her, exactly where he wanted to be.
“Hey, it’s all right.”
“No it’s not all right. I never planned to—”
Gianna reached forward, cupped her hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him to her lips. She kissed him so deeply that he could taste her blood through her lips. She couldn’t contain her feelings any longer.
God, she loved how he tasted, forbidden. A spicy mix of masculinity wafted through the air. He smelled of sandalwood with a hint of evergreen. The heady concoction unlocked the moisture coating the all too sensitive area between her legs that begged for his touch. She felt his will weakening, he didn’t have the desire or strength to end this, and she no longer wanted to be alone.
Nicholas pulled Gianna close, her arms locked around his neck. Little did she know, he wanted this moment more than Mattias’s pardon. His cock hardened as her lips moved across his, carefully avoiding his fangs. Each time she came close to his teeth he moaned in anticipation, balling his hands into fists. Dear, God.
He silently begged for a flick of her tongue across his elongated fang, the sensation pleasantly agonizing. He unbuttoned her satin chemise that matched her linens, revealing a near perfect silhouette. He ran his hand up the entire side of her body as though trying to study the contour to brand her shape into memory.
Nicholas claimed her mouth, listening attentively to her racing pulse. He slowly reached his hand beneath her hair, under her ear, to the nape of her neck and felt her temperature rising. Her body, incredibly warm against his, shivered at his frigid touch. He wanted to consume every part of her and bathe in the scent of humanity that flowed through her veins as she enveloped his body, his mind, his...heart.
Danger presented itself by simply walking into this room. He intended to make love to her. They both wanted it and he was through denying his part. This was the kind of intimacy she deserved as though it was the last time they’d ever see each other. He wanted her to know how he felt and would continue to feel for all eternity.
Gianna understood that their contact could end with grave consequences. He could drain every last drop of her blood and leave her to whatever fate was waiting, or tear her to shreds without warning.
Do it and put me out of my misery. But let the ecstasy from your touch be the last thing I feel. She pulled away from his lips, panting, as he stared longingly at hers, aching to taste them. “Make love to me Nicholas…please.”
“God, I want nothing more.”
Permission granted. With a seductive glare, he kissed her hard like a cursed man who, for but a moment, tasted salvation. He moved slowly with his hand, creating a torturous path leading beneath the waistband of her black panties. His eyes never left hers as he separated the warm flesh that conveyed only a hint of hair. Then, his fingers traveled the length of her heat when he smiled devilishly in surprise of how wet and ready she was for him.
She moaned at his touch that brought her to life and encouraged him to explore, grinding against him. Having long forgotten how it felt to be impatient with a lover brought the reminder of need, of wanting someone so badly that the ache grew into hunger, starvation. She was about to burst at the seams.
Now he wanted her. He needed to be inside of her with a madness so profound he was sure he’d die. Gianna bent her leg at the knee as he removed her panties, dragging the garment from her hips to her ankles until she was bare to him. He paused for a moment, looked at her from head to toe and back again before his eyes met hers. “You have to be the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen.”
Evidently touched by his words, she sat up to meet him and delivered a kiss so sweet, he swore his heart fluttered with life. Still wearing his pants that were only unbuttoned due to their impatience, she reached for them. Breathless from the anticipation, Nicholas was at the brink of insanity. “Gianna, touch me baby. I want to feel your hands all over me.”
Gianna pulled the belt from the loops of his pants, and tossed it to the floor. Losing herself in the moment, she tugged at the button on his pants, unable to peel the clothes from him fast enough. His eagerness proved he shared her enthusiasm. Each piece of clothing shed, gifted an arousing surprise. Every inch of him displayed perfection. Before she stripped him completely naked, she paused and rose to her knees while he stood at the foot of the bed. She ran her hand down from his collarbone, over the detail of his pectoral muscles, down his washboard abdomen and gently slid her hand inside his pants.
Reaching down through the soft, short hairs, she closed her fingers around him where he ached, throbbing at her touch. As she stroked him, he closed his eyes and whimpered in satisfaction. He loved the way she touched him as though she’d been waiting for him for centuries. Her hands felt like heaven on his skin, which only made him harder and seeping—famished. She shed what remained of his clothing, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Finally, when Gianna had him bare, in all of his glory, she sat back on the bed, admiring the complete picture before her. She exhaled a sharp, wicked breath and bit her lower lip with the tease of a vixen as her eyes met the length of him. Oh yes, he was impressive. His chiseled upper body was that of a god with immaculate pectorals and six-pack abs. A light trail of dark hair rested just below his naval that led the way to his jaw-dropping erection. She knew that he’d be gorgeous beneath that suit, but she wasn’t expecting—that.
Nicholas stood at the foot of the bed and gently pushed Gianna down onto mattress. He met her lips and kissed her with a fierce desire while his hand delved into the warm, moist skin that begged to be touched. He did the most wicked things with his fingers and his eyes never left her face, watching her expressions closely as his touch sent waves of pleasure tearing through her.
Gianna threw her head back and cried out in sweet bliss as he lowered himself to replace his fingers with his mouth. He growled, low in his throat at the taste of her, the sweetness of her femininity even better than he’d imagined. With a firm grasp, he held her hips as a means of control. He paused. “Do you have any idea how good you taste? I could be here all day, licking every inch of your body until I can taste you in my dreams.”
God, she was so turned on by his words. Chills ran the length of her at the sensation of his cool touch between her legs, replaced by sinful pleasure, his for the taking. She sensed herself growing wetter still, combing her fingers through his hair while he tortured her. She was losing herself in the feel of his skillful mouth. So hot. So close. She bit into the heel of her palm. “Oh…Nicholas!” she cried out.Nicholas delivered a long slow lick before she tensed, shuddering from orgasm. He kissed a trail up her stomach and continued to dominate. God, he enjoyed watching her come for him. He took pride in her obvious gratification. But he wanted more. He needed more.
Her body begged for his entry and he was eager to comply. “I need to be inside you Gianna. I want to feel your legs wrapped around me the next time I make you come.”
Nicholas suckled her taut nipple and paid equal attention to the other, while reaching his hand between her legs to spread them wide. With a single thrust he dove inside her and snapped his head back, moaning in ecstasy at a meaningful connection. She was more than a warm body. Gianna arched her body to guide him deeper while she wrapped her legs around his waist. His control diminished with each thrust against her hips. He’d never felt anything so good, so right and he wanted blood, her blood.
Gianna panted and pulled him close. “It’s okay Nicholas. You don’t have to be gentle. I promise you, I won’t break.”
He quickened his thrusts, couldn’t help being shameless. But he felt the human in her and the sight of her body, naked beneath his, was almost more than he could take. His fangs made an untimely appearance and he didn’t bother to conceal them.
She met his gaze and witnessed the extent of his lust but she didn’t stop at the sight of his fangs. No, she met him thrust for thrust.
Nicholas was lost in the feel. His mind spun. Hazy. Yours. Take her!
He ran his hands over her breasts, kneading in time with his hips and she climaxed, screaming his name. When he heard the sheer bliss of his name on her lips resulting from the wave of pleasure, he met his own almighty release, an expulsion of lust and conflicting emotion. Tremors. His body shuddered, but not because of the act. Unlike past encounters, this one wasn’t meaningless.
Their sexual appetites satisfied, Nicholas held Gianna tight, naked in his arms. He was embarrassed. His bloodlust was tested and he’d almost failed. “Gianna, I’m sorry, my control, I almost—”
She interrupted by placing her finger against his lips. “Shh…it was perfect.”
Perfect, yes. He pulled her close and showered her with soft kisses until she fell limp as she succumbed to the inevitable sleep that she’d been so desperate to fight. He’d treasure this perfect moment for as long as he lived, for it would be etched into memory for all eternity.
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