In His Arms
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
September 3, 2010
Erotic Contemporary Romance
Owned by one man, loved by another. . .
Abducted and delivered into sexual slavery, Lori has surrendered her will in order to survive. For more than a decade, she’s been known as Summer, a lovely submissive, her owner’s possession until he gives her to his newest lieutenant, a mysterious man called RJ.
Commanding and virile, RJ dominates without cruelty and possesses without threat, engendering a mixture of safety and passion. In his strong arms, Summer enjoys carnal pleasure she’s never known and tenderness she’s craved. In his heated gaze, she experiences a sense of recognition she doesn’t immediately understand until it proves dangerous in a way she could never have imagined.
Bound by desire and their growing love, RJ traverses the shadowy world of human trafficking, risking all for Summer’s freedom only to learn she harbors a fateful secret that threatens to tear her from him, leading to an irrevocable event that risks both their lives.
(In this scene, Summer has learned that her owner, Anthony, has given her to RJ, a mysterious newcomer to Anthony’s operation, and now RJ is about to take possession.)
Summer’s breaths grew shallow. A pulse beat steadily between her legs. More moisture answered, the wet warmth seeping from her opening.
Don’t touch her, RJ had ordered Hogan. With those three words, he’d offered her the greatest and dearest protection she known, along with a measure of respect.
Gratitude mingled with her growing attraction to RJ, the power of both emotions overwhelming her. She wanted to feel his weight and heat. Her body ached to touch his.
RJ made her wait. He stepped away from the bed, his hands on the edge of his sweater, lifting it over his firm torso.
Eyes fixed on his smooth, golden skin, Summer forgot to breathe, her gaze following his sweater as he pulled it upward, the ends fluttering over his pecs.
Her lips parted on a wanton sigh at his unusual tattoo. The geometric design, a series of thick black swirls that ended in sharp points, covered his right pectoral muscle and flowed over his shoulder to his back. Several of the points curved from behind to reach just below his right nipple. Another set curled around his muscular biceps. The effect proved startling, savage, the kind of marking men would have used in ancient times to declare their strength to an enemy or a woman they held captive.
For the first time in eleven years, Summer didn’t feel trapped. She hungered for this, wanting nothing more than to have RJ mount her, his heavy weight and heat making her feel protected, safe, treasured…if only for a time.
Her heart beat crazily at the thought. At having something—someone—she wanted.
She stared at the tufts of hair beneath his arms, a deep coffee color, bearing his male aroma. Her eyes shifted to the side, another tattoo circling his left biceps.
As black and geometric as the other, this one was a tribal band, with loops and whorls that jumped as his muscles flexed.
He pulled the garment away from his head, tousling his hair, giving it a bed-mussed look complemented by his hooded eyes.
A new rush of moisture bathed Summer’s opening. Her breaths came fast and hard.
Hogan cleared his throat, demanding notice.
Summer ignored him, unable to drag her focus from RJ.
His beautiful eyes strayed to her parted and waiting vaginal lips.
She longed for him to touch her.
He did not, instead retreating several steps to one of the gold satin sitting chairs, a dainty design made more ineffective by his masculine bulk. Slowly, as though he enjoyed having her anticipate their coming pleasure, he removed his leather boots. His black socks followed, revealing his large feet and long toes.
Before the night ended, she’d lick and suckle them before moving to his cock.
Standing, he unbuckled his belt, lowered his fly and pushed his pants to his knees, letting them drop with a faint whoosh to his ankles.
The sound matched her quick exhale of air.
Navy boxer briefs hugged his narrow hips and powerful thighs. Behind the stretchy placket, she saw the promise of his meaty cock and balls. She spread her legs even more, summoning him to fill her, wordlessly begging him to do so.
With a smile curling his beautiful mouth, RJ pushed down his briefs and stepped out of them.
The room seesawed, along with Summer’s thoughts. Naked, RJ faced her, confident in his masculinity and ability to bring her pleasure.
A thin sheen of perspiration coated her throat, intensifying her perfume, enhancing her female scent. Never had she been as ready for another man, not in all the years since Anthony had owned her, changing her life forever. Her pulse points throbbed, marking each beat of her sprinting heart. She feasted on RJ’s tall, perfectly formed body, the thatch of thick, dark hair covering his groin, his rigid penis, ruddy with arousal, his balls plump and tight against his groin.
Padding to the edge of the bed, RJ sank to his knees and slid his large hands beneath her ass, bringing her close to him. At his commanding touch, her lips parted and her lids fluttered. Once he had her in position, he met her eyes, confirming her approval, then licked the length of her cleft.
Molten heat flooded her. Chin pointed at the ceiling, Summer lifted her ass, bringing her cunt closer to RJ’s tongue, wanting everything he had to give.
He ignored her wordless request for more. Working two fingers inside of her sheath, he stretched her opening as though he wanted to make certain it would be adequate for his thick cock.
She relaxed her muscles, accepting this invasion as readily as she would his stiffened rod.
With his fingers still inside, RJ finally returned to her clit, his mouth latching onto it, his stubbled cheeks scraping the tops of her thighs, his tongue swirling around her tender nub.
Summer’s fingers curled into tight fists. Her lusty moan filled the room.
Clearly not wanting her to come too quickly, RJ withdrew his tongue from her nub to lick the edge of her vulva and her smooth mound. Summer swallowed and panted. She elevated her hips to force him back to the only spot that mattered.
He paid no heed to her willfulness. Hand on her belly, he directed her body to return to the mattress. Once she complied, he held her there, his fingers still inside, pressing into her much softer flesh, his tongue continuing to ignore her nub.
A protest gurgled in the back of her throat.
Immune, RJ lapped her juices, as though testing her reaction to him as a man and as a lover, one she’d chosen. Never had she known anyone like him and she responded without artifice, mewing for more, for every—
Her thoughts halted at his teeth bearing down carefully around her nub, his tongue negotiating its contours. Something indescribable and thrilling coiled between her legs, tensing her muscles, snatching her breath. Crudely and loudly, she cried out at the orgasm sluicing through her, the contractions of her inner muscles sucking RJ’s fingers deeper.
There they remained as Summer fought for air. She’d barely managed a full breath when his thumb replaced his tongue on her clit.
No. Even the slightest stroke became more than she could endure, the pleasure too deep, unbearable. The points of her high heels gouged the comforter. She heard the fabric rip. Her hips thrashed trying to escape him.
He wouldn’t allow it, keeping his fingers deeply inside, his thumb poised on her nub. She whimpered.
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