Dreaming Of You |
| by Cat Marsters Cover art: Bryan Keller |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-503-7 |
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| Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy |
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| Theme(s): Ménage |
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| Length: Novel |
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Tamenorix was cursed to live forever as a slave, providing pleasure to whoever wears his torc.
Book Summary:
Two thousand years ago, Tamenorix of the Segovantes was cursed to live forever as a slave, providing pleasure to whoever wears his torc. A torc bought centuries later by a lovelorn academic for his best friend's birthday.
Matt's been in love with Amy for longer than he can remember. And Amy's just as mad about him. The only problem is neither of them will ever admit to it. But when he gives Amy a gold torc for her birthday and a muscular warrior turns up to start having sex with her right under his nose, Matt realizes something's got to be done...
ADULT EXCERPT:Amy writhed in the arms of her dream lover and squeezed her thigh over his hip. His fingers were toying with the soft skin at the top of her inner thigh, but that wasn't what she wanted.
She wanted his fingers inside her, wanted him to stroke and rub her to an amazing orgasm, and then another, wanted to see if that amazing cock of his could truly fit inside her.
This was turning out to be a bloody good dream.
She reached down, sexually aggressive in a way she'd never dared in real life, and pushed his hand between her legs.
He laughed softly against her mouth. "You know what you want," he said.
"I want you to touch me," Amy said. Then, boldly, she added, "I want you to make me come."
"Your wish is my desire," he promised, biting her lip as his fingers parted her. He stroked all the way up, between her folds, until he reached her clit. Amy was so wet it was nearly embarrassing, but who cared? This wasn't real.
Hell, she could probably give that massive cock a ride and it would fit in easily, but right now his fingers between her legs were so damn pleasant she couldn't think very far ahead.
He rubbed her clit in maddening patterns, sometimes pressing hard, other times with a feather light touch. He dipped down into her wetness and spread it around while his lips scorched hot patterns down her neck.
He paused at the torc, then continued on over her collarbone.
As his lips reached her nipple, his finger slid inside her pussy. Like the rest of him, his finger was big. She'd never seen such a big man, not in real life. His shoulders were massive, his body packed with muscle, his chest enormous. His stomach was ridged with muscle, his hips narrow and his buttocks just perfect, hard as marble with a delicious dip in the side of each.
As he pushed her gently to her back she slid her calf up and down his leg. His thigh was strong, hard, corded with muscle. His legs, his forearms and chest all bore scattered dark hair, crisp and unbearably exciting to rub against. Around his collarbone was a complex tattoo of twisted knots. Amy wanted to lick every inch of it.
And then there was his penis. Dear God, such things didn't exist in nature. If Amy had doubted she was dreaming for a single second, the sight of that massive organ, flushed and throbbing, persuaded her she was.
Added to which he was devastatingly handsome. Amy knew that handsome men with large penises just didn't exist. No man had ever looked like this, with his warrior's body and cropped hair and unshaven jaw. He might have been a gladiator, an insatiable warrior, celebrating his victory by enthusiastically bedding a woman.
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