Read an excerpt:
Charlie had to stop himself from taking a few steps forward and
grabbing hold of Layla. The sheer beauty of her naked form was playing havoc
with his body and mind. Sure, he’d seen a woman’s body before, seen a few in
fact, but none of them had been this perfect, this beautiful, this desirable.
He dragged his eyes away from her creamy flesh.
“Etu?” He nudged his lover’s shoulder but Etu didn’t move. He
stood in front of Layla like a statue, his eyes glued to her body. He watched
as Etu hovered his hands over her form, tracing her curves without actually
making contact. Etu had fallen hard.
Charlie knew that he would have to take charge.
He grabbed the rope that Layla had escaped from and ran it
through his hands. If he wasn’t so confused by the feelings running through
him, he’d have found the situation funny. Here they were, the three of them, in
the woods at night, naked. Charlie, his lover and their mail-order bride.
Who’d have thought that an advert in a paper would come to
this?
He had to tie Layla up. He just had to. He couldn’t risk her
escaping again. Especially now that she’d seen him with Etu.
“Put your hands behind your back, Layla.” He used the voice he
reserved for calming a startled horse. Low, deep, commanding.
Layla opened her eyes and stared at him. She cleared her throat
as if to speak. Her bottom lip quivered. He felt his gaze drawn to her breasts
again then lower. Lower. To the auburn curls at the apex of her thighs. He knew
that if he parted her legs he would see the shiny pink folds of her sex.
Glistening. Inviting. Encouraging him to penetrate her feminine flesh.
Dammit! He had to stay strong here.
Etu turned to him. “Charlie…is this really necessary? She won’t
try to run off now. Look at her.” Etu gestured at Layla and Charlie swallowed
hard. He couldn’t stop looking at her. It was driving him crazy the way that
her beautiful auburn hair fell over her shoulders and her green eyes shone. If
he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought that she even looked aroused.
But that would be ridiculous, right?
He moved towards her and she stiffened. He pulled her hands
behind her and looped the rope around them. This close, he could smell her
sweet musky scent. It made him want to pull her against his chest. His whole
body was responding to her proximity, her femininity. It was so different from
Etu’s. It made him want to run his tongue over every inch of her flesh in order
to taste her sweetness.
His erection brushed the backs of her thighs as he tightened
the rope. She gasped. He bit hard on his lip and breathed deeply. He had to
regain his control. But it would be so easy to press his cock between the soft
flesh of her buttocks until he found a way inside.
“Now kneel.” His voice was husky. He ached with the strain of
denying his desires.
He helped her to lower to the ground. Etu knelt also. Watching.
Hardly blinking.
Charlie knew that Etu was overwhelmed too. It was as if
something had sparked between the three of them and it wouldn’t take much to
set the three of them on fire. But the ensuing blaze could make charcoal of
them all.
He put his hands on Layla’s shoulders and pushed gently, to
make her lie on her side. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his fingers. It
reminded him of velvet. He began to wind the ropes around her, tying her like a
hog, all the while repeating to himself that she was a swindler. She was not
the sweet, innocent young woman that her letters had suggested. She did not
need his protection and a place in his life. She would not be good for him and
Etu. It would not be wise to open her rounded thighs and to nuzzle her wet pink
flesh, to suckle her bud until she shattered against his tongue. Time after
time until his mouth filled with her heady juices and he found the ultimate
fulfilment that he could now admit that he craved.
But as he moved his hands deftly around her flesh, accidentally
grazing her as he did so, he realised that he was not fully convinced.
The softness of her skin. The fullness of her breasts. The soft
auburn curls that covered her mound. Her sweet vulnerability that seemed to
reach out to his protective instinct. Her scent, such a contrast to Etu’s yet
just as good. Just as intoxicating.
All these things about Layla invited him to believe that she
was who she had said she was. What he wanted her to be. All these things made
him want to believe that she could be the woman to complete what he had with
Etu. And all these things aroused him in a way he had never expected to be
aroused around a woman.
There was something special about Layla Powell. No doubt about
it.
***
Buy
links:
Molly’s
Links:
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/MissWishlade
Total-E-Bound
Blogspot on 12th of every month: http://totalebound.blogspot.co.uk/
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/misswishlade/
No comments:
Post a Comment
Your comment awaits moderation. Thank you :-)