Erm, I suppose it’s more like Holy Wow… Thursday. Sorry about that everybody. I wrote my last exam yesterday and afterwards I didn’t want to do anything more strenuous than turn the pages of the book I was reading. I also realised, looking back on the Holy Wow’s I’ve posted, that I’ve been a lazy bum. While everyone appreciates a hot guy, I find that the written word can be a lot sexier than a simple picture.
Today’s Holy Wow is a snippet from Pleasure Unbound by Larissa Ione. I know that I read this book ages ago but none of the books I’ve read lately have had any sexy time that really stood out. Pleasure Unbound is book 1 in the Demonica series and, in case you missed it, you can check out my review here.
Lightning fast, she escaped his grip and landed a blow to his cheek, but her strike lacked the strength and conviction he knew she was capable of. Adrenaline surged in his veins, hot, potent, the line between battle lust and sexual lust blurred. A cry escaped her as he flipped her onto her belly and straddled her thighs. He held her down with one hand pressed between her shoulder blades and took the knife from between his teeth with the other.
“What’s the matter, Tayla?” He slashed through the length of the top. “Are you going to tell me you don’t want this?”
“I hate you,” she snarled into her pillow.
He moved his hips in a slow, circular grind against her buttocks. “We’ve established that.”
She bucked angrily, and he pressed her even more firmly into the mattress. “Be still, slayer, or you’ll have a knife through your kidney.” He could fix it, of course, but a punctured organ would ruin the mood.
“Yeah, that’s the plan.”
He shifted his weight and pushed the flat of the blade between her spine and the waist of her scrub pants. Cold steel rasped against hot flesh, and she arched up with a groan that shot straight to his cock. Greedily, he sliced through the trousers, and this time, she didn’t move a muscle as he ran the blade down the pant legs util she lay before him, gloriously naked.
Dropping the knife, he spread her legs and knelt between them, let his palms drift from the backs of her knees up along her muscular thighs,
“I can’t do this with you,” she whispered.
“We’ve done it before.”
“But I can’t-“
“I’ll make sure you do.” He bent over her, pressed a lingering kiss at the base of her neck. “You’ll come, Tayla. I’m dying to make you scream for me.”
Her response was muffled by the pillow, and she started to wriggle, but he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her, and she settled down.
“You’re wet. Gods, you’re wet.” He pushed a finger between her swollen lips and started an easy rhythm.
There was nothing easy about how his lungs worked hard to draw in air as he stroked her. Adding another finger, he squeezed her knot of nerves between them, gently rolling it with alternating light and firm pressure. Slow passes of his thumb over the sensitive flesh behind her sex made her squirm and push against him, and when he eased his thumb inside her slick heat while working her with his fingers, she cried out.
“This won’t work,” she whimpered, but her hips were pumping as if she couldn’t stop.
A powerful mix of lust and the need to possess Tayla made him shudder as he scraped his teeth down her spine and murmured against her skin. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” She fisted the pillow with white-knuckled force. “Oh, yeah.”
“I can smell your need.” Her scent made his nostrils flare, and suddenly he had to taste her, to take all of her into his body. His body was screaming for release, aching for this woman he should hate but desired in the most primal way.
Unable to wait any longer, he rolled her onto her back. Surprise flickered in the drowsy depths of her eyes, and for a moment he thought she’d resist as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Tremors shook her body, and she held her hands in fists at her sides, but as he drew one dusky nipple between his lips, a soft sigh loosened her to a boneless puddle.
He caressed her breasts, held them so he could divide his attention between them, licking, sucking until she was writhing and her hands had come up to tangle in his hair.
This was what he’d missed out on at the hospital when he’d been in a rush to take her. The slow windup of tension. The building heat. The sweet, citrusy taste of her skin as he licked a trail from her breasts down her abdomen.
He paused to rim her navel with his tongue, felt her sleek, honed muscles flex beneath his palms. Her fingers caressed his scalp, sending tingles to the base of his spine and sparking firey bolts of pleasure into his balls.
Inching lower, he felt her soft feminine curls tickle his cheek as he spread her wide, opening her to him. He shifted, admired the sight before him, her swollen flesh served up for him and him alone.
“This… I don’t…” Her gaze met his and his breath caught at the site of fear tangled with desire in the depths of her beguiling green eyes, “I-“
“Shh. Easy, slayer.” He buried his tongue in her folds, swiped up her valley in one long, slow, motion. She tasted sweet and salty. Honey and hellfire. Forbidden fruit.
Her sultry moan drifted down to him, fueling his hunger. He kissed her deeply, sucked her bud between his lips and flicked his tongue over the protruding tip. Her hips came off the bed, and she whispered something incoherent as he lapped at her and then plunged his tongue deep inside.
“This is wrong,” she panted, but she arched her hips against his lips and dug her nails into his scalp, holding him there in the place he’d like to stay for a long time. But what had been a slow burn under his skin became an inferno, and if he didn’t dip into her hot center quickly, he’d turn to ash.
Chapter 7, page 97-99
Ahem. I think I may have gotten a little carried away here. Couldn’t help it, though. Straight-laced Eidolon getting his alpha male on just makes me a little cross-eyed. Phew… cold shower time, I think.