Hey All, It's once again that time. Time to set ourselves up for some sexy Saturday fun. (And hopefully warm up what has been a long cold snap for most of us Americans.) With that being said, I'm featuring a tidbit from a secret project for my brand spanking (all pun intended) new street team, Livvy's Vixens. If you're interested in joining click HERE. (Okay, shameless plug over...lol) Now onto the fun sexy part of this post. Here are seven sexy paragraphs from the first installment of the street team exclusive novella. It's a m/f/m bdsm serial set in my Velvet Fist world. With that being said, however it's time to get this show started. Enjoy the snippet, but also make sure to stop by the rest of the posts from our contributing authors - I'm sure you'll find something there to warm you up!
“Do you feel it?” The husky male voice whispered in her left ear, his hand resting heavily over her slightly rounded stomach. Her skin absorbed the heat radiating from his palm like a flower soaking up the morning sun. “The softness of the silk?”
She gasped out a barely audible yes as she twisted against the bonds holding her captive. A low moan passed her lips at the feel of cool cotton under her ass. Her thighs trembled and gooseflesh rose along her arms and legs at the brush of a moist tongue over her collarbone.
“Amazing isn’t it?” Another low masculine rumble - this time a tenor, breathed against the hollow of her exposed throat. “So soft, but yet so strong. Much like a woman.”
Fingers grazed the underside of one upturned breast. Her nipple peeked at the ghostly feel of nails against her sensitive areola. She panted, the lust in between her legs growing to an unbearable ache. She needed more of this – craved it until it was vital as breathing.
“Please…” Her fingers clenched around the silken scarves which secured her with her arms spread above her head. Tears of frustration leaked behind the blindfold when the teasing touches abandoned her body.
“Such a beautiful sight, wouldn’t you agree?” The husky baritone asked. “All spread out like a banquet for the tasting.”
She whimpered, knowing the unseen man was conferring with the other while admiring the way they’d trussed her up. She should’ve felt like a lamb bound for the slaughter, but instead gloried in the safety of her restraints. Who’d have ever thought something as simple as a pair of luxurious scarves would offer such solace?
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