eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
romance
Length: Novella
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $3.99
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
We all sometimes wonder what life would be like if we’d taken a different path. When Andrew and Melissa accidentally bump into each other ten years after their teenage romance came to an end they are given the chance to find out.
Andrew cannot help himself from pursuing Melissa once he’s been up close and personal, but exploring his emotions and his sexuality leads him down a dark path that compromises his integrity and sense of self. Meanwhile, beguiled by Andrew’s seduction and the lure of passions past, Melissa risks everything when, in a heated moment of weakness, she succumbs to temptation.
Have Andrew and Melissa got a real chance of making it, or has fate thrown them a taste of ecstasy as part of some great cosmic tease?
EXCERPT:
He took a step forwards so he was standing only a few feet from her.
“You are so sexy, so fiery. I loved watching you on stage, you were amazing.”
He reached out to take her hand, backing her against the wall. “You’re right, you’re so right. I never told anyone else the things I told you—about the bondage, about the…spanking, about wanting to try…other things.” His voice was soft and raspy now, broken with arousal and a personal inner shame at the things he wanted.
He looked into her eyes now, noting her look of trapped fear.
“Don’t worry. I won’t touch you. I just…you affect me so much.” He shook his head sadly, brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss—and froze.
Impregnated on her fingers, now pressed against his lips, was the earthy scent of her arousal, the exciting smell he suddenly recalled with startling clarity in the jolting way that smells do, slamming him brutally back into his past encounters with her.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Her mouth was parted slightly, her lips pink and full. He breathed in the heady scent of her and something snapped. He thrust forwards, sandwiching her between the cold painted-brick wall and his hot, eager body. He bent his head down and pressed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
She struggled, but he had her wrists in his hands and he pinned them over her head so she was stretched out along the wall, her full breasts pulled upwards, skin stretched taut around the heavy pull of their weight and their swollen, erect nipples.
Passionately he kissed her—crushing her lips, scraping her delicate skin with his stubble, raping her mouth with his tongue. He felt the fragile bones of her wrists under his fingers and had to restrain himself from pressing harder as some brutal instinct in him took over. It was like when someone puts their finger in your mouth to bite and you have to fight the natural urge to just bite through— so he had to fight the urge to utterly brutalise her.
She whimpered and moaned and he didn’t know whether in passion or pain, but was stirred onwards by their effect…
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