Wednesday, September 15, 2010

SneakPeekWednesday; Carnal Magnetism, Excerpt Two


The Cornwall Coven, Book Two; Carnal Magnetism

Kayden McLeod

http://www.kaydenmcleod.com/

Publication Date: January 8th 2011

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires, M/F)

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Publisher Website: http://silverpublishing.info/

Heat-Rating: Five Flames, Explosive

Pre-Release Reader Review:

http://kaydenmcleod.blogspot.com/2010/08/pre-release-reader-review-carnal.html

“Kayden McLeod spins a tale in Carnal Magnetism that sucks you in at the beginning and doesn’t let you go. You won’t be able to put down this entrancing story of a vampire family formed from need, but able to stay together because of love.” –Review by, Stacey Krug

Tagline:

Trust only works when it’s both ways

Summary:

The RedLine is the perfect haven for a man of Ryder’s extensive desires and tastes. He uses the women of the club, much like they do him, with little care to know anything more than names, sometimes even less than that. His reputation for open-minded, tantalizing sex is renowned, and willing victims for this particular vampire are never at a shortage. At least until Catalym crashes into his life, taking over from the moment they’d met. And it isn’t long before her past life’s tribulations follow her, including a dangerous ex-boyfriend who hides far more than Ryder or his friends ever guess.

Excerpt Two (RATED R/XXX):


My hand slid down her long back, leaning towards her middle to run my hand over her ass. She reared back slightly when I skimmed between her thighs.

Catalym’s mouth took the full of my cock, her throat accepting me so easily, provocatively practiced. It was so wet and snug while she ascended slowly. I couldn’t help the rhythm my hips produced in answer to her skill. She didn’t hold back, but dove into the action with relish and eagerness that fractured my mind.

She expected me to just enjoy this, but craving took over. I wanted to taste her, needed to listen to the whimpers, and hopefully begging.

Unfortunately her pants were in my way, but it was nothing to focus just a tiny bit of energy to fix the annoying problem. They faded from her body to reveal she wore nothing beneath them. I groaned at the uninterrupted access.

“A girl after my own heart.”

I grabbed her hips and half flipped her off the couch. She made a lovely sound when I hauled her thighs over my shoulders, forcing her to hang upside down over my lap.

Her large breasts hung perfectly, the long arch of her throat curved with my cock stuffed inside. The most alluring sight I could’ve ever imagined.

The muscles in my arms bulged, letting her legs fall open with her knees on either side of my face.

She rolled my shaft with her tongue, and a deep growl escaped from between my parted lips. My fixated gaze zeroed on her already glistening clit, head lilting towards it with a mesmeric force.

Her breathe stilled, and waited. She didn’t even move, no matter how much I wanted her to.

She read my every intention, exactly what I wanted to do to her. The muscles in her thighs contracted exquisitely while she watched, no more than a quiet presence in my mind.

The first touch of my tongue had us both moaning in synchronization, giving me a much better understanding of what she’d explained before. It was magnificently different.

In her pleasure, every barrier between us broke down, and shed. Liquid heat met my next pass. I growled at the delicate taste of her, letting the vibration titillate her.

Her head swivelled to watch me awkwardly. I suckled her clit into my mouth, watching over the rise of her ass.

Her violet eyes darkened inexplicably, hooded and sexy.

Like that?

I ran my tongue lazily from her mound to her entrance.

“More than you could possibly know.” Her voice was soft with arousal, hips moving helplessly, urging me to continue.

“Oh, I have an idea.” I disengaged one arm to slip one finger inside of her. Her tiny muscles clenched unbelievably tight, making me fantasize about what it would feel like when I finally slipped inside of her.

I held her more securely with my arm, mainly so she couldn’t move to change the angle I’d found. She didn’t like pain, but she seemed to enjoy being rendered helpless, as long as it wasn’t harmful to her.

She returned her mouth to my cock, to renew an assault of her own. There were very few who could compete in the same league as her. And I had a really solid ratio on the subject.

We both felt the gathering orgasm I craved to persuade to new heights.

When she screamed around me, her entire body locked tightly around me, trying to thrash when the desperate pressure built, but I wouldn’t lend her the movement.

She would quiver in pleasure, scream until she was so hoarse speaking wouldn’t be a possibility. I had full intentions of seeing that happen.

*Are you going to come for me, Cat?*

Her reaction was immediate. The sensations boiled over, and leaked to me in a detonation of feeling so intense it was a wonder I didn’t follow her. But my body hung in there, desperation filling me to have just a few more passes before it all ended.

When the devastating waves crashed upon me, she hollowed her cheeks to suck me in so hard, my balls tightened unbearably in response to the gratifying pulls.

Her hips moved in time to my constant assault, finger probing deeply while her helpless cries finally catapulted me over the edge.


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