above.
Grayson stayed in the darkness by the
doorway, but she knew he was watching her as she walked toward the
stairs and turned to face him. It struck her then that he always
had a purposeful stance about him, and ever since she arrived in
the village—hell, even before she had arrived—he'd been there. He'd
sparred with the postmistress, and then he'd turned up and competed
with Cain Davot over her. Whilst that had it its own appeal, she
couldn't help wondering why.
Maybe he just wants to fuck, like I do.
It was a blunt, wry realization, something
she knew for a fact she'd never consciously thought before, and it
embarrassed her, but she couldn't deny it. It made her curious her,
though, and she had to ask. "You always seem to be around when I
might need help."
He stepped out of the darkness by the
doorway and closed the space between them inside a heartbeat,
making her breath catch in her throat. Lifting her chin with one
finger, he looked deep into her eyes. "Is there something specific
you need my help with, Zoe?"
His eyes flashed in the gloom.
She swallowed. His touch had started a riot
amongst her nerve endings, and her sex clenched, needy and urgent.
A moment before, she'd felt reasoned, back when she'd been focused
on getting him inside the house. Now, his very proximity was
washing that away.
"Your company," she mustered, "I've been
hearing some strange stories about this house."
It was partly the truth.
Mostly she wanted to have sex.
"It has quite the history, that's for sure."
He was watching her closely, unsurprised, fascinated even. "And
something about the place leaves an imprint on visitors."
"Is that part of your study?" Even as she
said the words, the urge to chuckle rose up inside her. Of course
it is. He can't wait to get inside and check the place out. The
thought came out of nowhere, and she wondered how she knew
that.
"I'd appreciate a chance to inspect the
house...and its current occupant." One corner of his mouth was
lifted, humor and desire lighting his expression. His hand moved,
sliding briefly down her throat and around one shoulder.
"The house, and me?"
"Mostly you."
His breath was warm on her face, and her
head dropped back to take his kiss. His mouth was firm and
persuasive, and when she melted and moved against him, it became
more demanding. Exploring her with his tongue, he tasted her first
around her lips, and then deeper, thrusting his tongue in to the
warm softness of her mouth. The action was rhythmic and slow and
filled with erotic promise. And then his hand was under her skirt.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her while he closed his hand
over her pussy through the thin lace of her knickers and
squeezed.
A soft moan escaped her, she couldn't help
it.
He gave a dark chuckle, glancing down at her
nipples where they were hard under the sheer fabric of her dress.
"The heat coming off of you is fascinating me right now." His
expression grew serious. "Because it's not just in here..."
Again he squeezed her pussy, making her
whimper and shuffle her feet in response, darts of sensation
assailing her groin.
"It's all around you, it's so big it's
filling this house, and I want to know why..."
http://www.saskiawalker.co.uk/rampant.html
You might also enjoy THE STRANGELING.
In an ancient, magical world Maerose of
Riversbend is a valuable prize. A young and gifted maiden, she
senses that the dark night of Samhain—five moons away—will bring
untold change. As that fateful night approaches she is first
kidnapped by a stranger, then rescued by a mysterious elder who
keeps her bound and tethered, as if she is his and his alone.
Locked in their battle for supremacy,
Maerose discovers that she is the physical key capable of undoing a
hundred-year-old curse that threatens their land. It is through her
dormant sensual power that they can drive back the evil spirits
about to rise from the dead. Seduction and magic surround her, and
she must mate with a man
Grayson stayed in the darkness by the
doorway, but she knew he was watching her as she walked toward the
stairs and turned to face him. It struck her then that he always
had a purposeful stance about him, and ever since she arrived in
the village—hell, even before she had arrived—he'd been there. He'd
sparred with the postmistress, and then he'd turned up and competed
with Cain Davot over her. Whilst that had it its own appeal, she
couldn't help wondering why.
Maybe he just wants to fuck, like I do.
It was a blunt, wry realization, something
she knew for a fact she'd never consciously thought before, and it
embarrassed her, but she couldn't deny it. It made her curious her,
though, and she had to ask. "You always seem to be around when I
might need help."
He stepped out of the darkness by the
doorway and closed the space between them inside a heartbeat,
making her breath catch in her throat. Lifting her chin with one
finger, he looked deep into her eyes. "Is there something specific
you need my help with, Zoe?"
His eyes flashed in the gloom.
She swallowed. His touch had started a riot
amongst her nerve endings, and her sex clenched, needy and urgent.
A moment before, she'd felt reasoned, back when she'd been focused
on getting him inside the house. Now, his very proximity was
washing that away.
"Your company," she mustered, "I've been
hearing some strange stories about this house."
It was partly the truth.
Mostly she wanted to have sex.
"It has quite the history, that's for sure."
He was watching her closely, unsurprised, fascinated even. "And
something about the place leaves an imprint on visitors."
"Is that part of your study?" Even as she
said the words, the urge to chuckle rose up inside her. Of course
it is. He can't wait to get inside and check the place out. The
thought came out of nowhere, and she wondered how she knew
that.
"I'd appreciate a chance to inspect the
house...and its current occupant." One corner of his mouth was
lifted, humor and desire lighting his expression. His hand moved,
sliding briefly down her throat and around one shoulder.
"The house, and me?"
"Mostly you."
His breath was warm on her face, and her
head dropped back to take his kiss. His mouth was firm and
persuasive, and when she melted and moved against him, it became
more demanding. Exploring her with his tongue, he tasted her first
around her lips, and then deeper, thrusting his tongue in to the
warm softness of her mouth. The action was rhythmic and slow and
filled with erotic promise. And then his hand was under her skirt.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her while he closed his hand
over her pussy through the thin lace of her knickers and
squeezed.
A soft moan escaped her, she couldn't help
it.
He gave a dark chuckle, glancing down at her
nipples where they were hard under the sheer fabric of her dress.
"The heat coming off of you is fascinating me right now." His
expression grew serious. "Because it's not just in here..."
Again he squeezed her pussy, making her
whimper and shuffle her feet in response, darts of sensation
assailing her groin.
"It's all around you, it's so big it's
filling this house, and I want to know why..."
http://www.saskiawalker.co.uk/rampant.html
You might also enjoy THE STRANGELING.
In an ancient, magical world Maerose of
Riversbend is a valuable prize. A young and gifted maiden, she
senses that the dark night of Samhain—five moons away—will bring
untold change. As that fateful night approaches she is first
kidnapped by a stranger, then rescued by a mysterious elder who
keeps her bound and tethered, as if she is his and his alone.
Locked in their battle for supremacy,
Maerose discovers that she is the physical key capable of undoing a
hundred-year-old curse that threatens their land. It is through her
dormant sensual power that they can drive back the evil spirits
about to rise from the dead. Seduction and magic surround her, and
she must mate with a man
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