Hero: Gaspard Toussaint. A spy. Long ago as a soldier was abused and that has blackened his soul. He is tortured and all sexy and wants out of the spy business.
Heroine: Claudia Pascale. A wealthy heiress who was never touched as a child. She now has a horrible stutter. She needs a husband before her evil parents choose for her.
She meets Gaspard and they do oh so naughty things together!
“Do not stop.” His hips rolled again, shallower this time, gentler, and she felt the tips of his fingers begin to massage slow circles against her scalp, snared in place by the now-snarled strands. “Do not stop…and I will…tell you…my plan.”
Claudia didn’t care about his words anymore. All she wanted was to burrow her hand beneath her skirts and rub herself to orgasm. She swirled her tongue around his head, then bobbed a couple of inches down his length, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to concentrate on this task and the power rippling through her with each of his stuttering breaths.
She reveled in the sound of that particular stutter, so different from her own. “When I ruin you,chaton, it will be in that big bed covered in red and white.”
An image of her temporary bedchamber hovered in her mind. She sucked him harder, tonguing the slit and gathering the trickle of salty liquid she elicited before it slid down her throat.
“I will taste you again. Drink your sweet cream.”
His mouth had felt like heaven on her wet folds, his lips a wondrous torment locked around her needy clitoris.
“I will slide between your pretty thighs and push my cock inside you. Ma bite, my cock. Do you want my bite inside you, Claudia?”
Something low in her abdomen clenched tight at the thought of being filled by him. She had no idea how it would feel—would it hurt, with that sharp momentary pain she’d experienced when his fingers entered her in the linen closet? Though it hadn’t hurt last night, when he’d entered her with his fingers again. Last night, it had been nothing but bliss.
God, she felt so empty.
“Once I am in you”—his hips whipped forward, sending him deeper into her mouth, and she took him gladly—“I will fuck you.” His accent curled around his words, as hot and thick as the cock she so eagerly sucked. “In and out. Like this. But better, because I will be lostin you. Tight, wet you. Claudia…” He was breathless, panting.
A glorious sound.
“I… I will…Dieu, you look…right now…Une ange, bébé, wrapped around my cock. Like sin.”
Strange pride slithered down her spine to fan her meandering arousal until the flames leapt and sparked. She drew him deeper into her mouth with every controlled thrust of his hips, her lips stretching wider in accommodation. He was thick, so thick, her fingers barely encircling him, and when the smooth head nudged the back of her throat, she moaned.
The Corrupt Comte by Edie Harris releases this Tuesday, August 27. It’s a really well done erotic historical.