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Sunday, February 13, 2011
The First Kiss…
And we come to the first time Emily and Silvestri kiss. Emily has been blind blasted by vampires. (They do that sort of thing on my Tortuga. It’s a matter of thinking they were being spied upon. It’s ok, it wears off.)
Silvestri has found her just when the blinding occurs and sees it as his opportunity to slip her away and seduce her. (She’s been haunting his dreams…very, very, very sensual dreams…so his motivation can be understood!)
After taking her to a nice dark tavern and some conversation, where he keeps her eyes protected from all sources of light, since the blasting has left them extremely sensitive, he makes his move. And Emily? She thought no one would ever want to kiss her again! Now, what?
Emily’s emotions veered between the fear of being trapped and the excitement of being wanted. Oh, God! Really wanted? Her lips parted, not sure what she was going to say, and he kissed her.
He took advantage of her open mouth. His kiss began with intense pressure, but eased after she almost jerked away. Thank God, he didn’t stop. Her mind shut down, focused on nothing but the sense of his mouth on hers. Chills danced up her spine and lingered where his fingers pushed through her hair. His tongue teased at her lips, and she opened to the request. Tentative at first, she moaned at his continued assault. Her heart hammered beneath her ribs and wanting rose, drowning the remnants of her self-control.
When he finally pulled away, she nearly fell onto his chest. Somehow, he’d pushed the table back and moved closer, the heat of his body radiating along her torso. His free hand rested at her waist, fingers curled toward her back.
The deep tone of his throaty chuckle answered her. Then the hand at her waist slid down to her thighs, and with a real display of strength, he lifted her onto his lap. And kissed her again.
This time she paid better attention, and a bravado she didn’t know lived inside empowered her to mimic him. When his tongue withdrew, she bravely ventured forth to explore his lips, then the hot cavern of his mouth beckoned, and again she replied. She felt him smile and couldn’t help but push forward for more. She acted like a student—she dared to act like a woman who lived in one of the romantic adventure books she read. The character she’d always dreamed of being.
Excerpt, The Kraken’s Mirror, from Decadent Publishing
And this was only the first!
Maureen O. Betita
Posted by Maureen at 2:57 PM