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Sunday, February 13, 2011

What’s love? Part 1

A first excursus into the world of feelings we simply refer to as love.

I like to study people and their relationships, trying to look at them from a different angle than usual. That’s why my books hardly ever talk about love, not in any traditional way, but if we boil it down to its basic ingredients, what’s love?

The question came up recently in answering to a friend of mine, a woman who at the age of 50 is trying to live with a man for the first time in her life and she’s having many problems coping with this new situation. Mostly used to her golden solitude, she told me how unresponsive she was to certain displays of affection. Dumbfounded, she lacks words and sweet gestures to answer to his declarations or in general, to reciprocate the feelings he lavishes on her. “I don’t know anything about love,” she complained, ”not how to receive it nor certainly how to give it back. I mean, I have feelings for this person, too, but how can I tell if it’s love?”

Well, not an easy answer, but in my own small way, I’ve tried describing it in my books, the hormonal tempest, the electric current tensing the muscles, the adrenaline coursing in the bloodstream, the pounding heart, the knotted stomach, sleepless nights, the emotional upheaval, the burning desire to be always with that one person, a raging fire consuming the very soul until nothing remains but the one we want. Somehow, it seems limiting to just call it love so in my books I always described to the context, not merely used the word, which sometimes is completely missing from my pages. But here are a few examples.

Sacrificial Sex

Since that first night, Mylos had found it impossible to live without Rowen. It was not just a matter of physical attraction, though its undeniable pull was irresistible. The odd man was so different from anyone else on Ashantarie that Mylos still wondered whether he was of their world at all. Naturally, Rowen was not very forthcoming about his origins, but soon Mylos discovered he did not care one bit to learn of his lover’s past. Up north was good enough for the Blood Divine since it described an undefined territory beyond Ashantarie’s boundaries that few had crossed. If Rowen really came from there, Mylos did not question too closely.
He loved having the young man around, see his smiling face even while working and especially touch him as often as possible. Need drove him into Rowen’s arms, but satisfaction kept him there. And what had started only as a sexual game, quickly triggered a deeper yearning that required Rowen as a permanent fixture n Mylos’s bed. They talked little, their time mostly devoted to physical exertions. All his fault, the sorcerer mused, recalling how easily Rowen’s body drove him crazy with a scorching lust that always required immediate satisfaction.
They spent passionate nights and days making love in Mylos’s quarters, stopping only to build enough energy to continue. They kissed, nibbled, tasted, licked and sucked one another until they ran dry. Rowen’s hands, tongue and mouth performed impeccable services that aroused Mylos’s senses to a spasm, requiring a more intimate joining in order to regain his control. Their bodies as one, they slid inside pliant holes, accelerating the tempo with each blissful thrust, hard cocks rubbing against burning flesh, increasing heat as their pace became frantic, riding on the edge of pleasure itself, until the world faded away, drowned by powerful jets of hot, seedy fluid.
Oddly enough, the continuous repetitions did not turn it into a mechanical act. Mylos felt the passion in Rowen’s every move, a feeling so strong it never failed to arouse him more. Almost without realizing it at first, their intimate bonding became essential to the Blood Divine’s survival and he used any excuse to be close to his lover. But again, he knew the connection was not merely sexual.
As time went by, Mylos discovered that no one understood him better than the shiny youth did. Rowen was always available to dispel bad moods, to make him relax or simply shine a smile on his otherwise bleak existence. In fact, Mylos had never realized how empty his life had been until the blondish fiend stepped into it. Serving the gods was fulfilling at times, but most of his days were bare of feelings or people. Without friends to exchange a thought or a smile, his disciples hardly made up for lack of company.

Read more about Sacrificial Sex on my website

Bloody Passion

I groaned loudly, pushing my hips up to him, my cock hitting his face before he drew it in his mouth again. With a hard suck, he pulled it almost down his throat, his tongue controlling my movements, wrapped tightly around the bursting head. The sensations felt so new in their powerful intensity that I almost spilled my guts right there and then.
“Don’t you dare,” Rory’s husky voice growled out of nowhere. He had raised his head and was turning me on a side, uncovering my ass. “I’ve wanted you for so long that I forbid you to leave me cold and hungry one more night.” With a firm gesture, he laid me next to him, his rigid shaft nudging the end of my cleft. “Being buried in your skin only made me crave you more, lover,” he confessed, his wet fingers tracing the tempting dip to find the hole, “never, Newlyn, no matter how many times I pumped his sweet ass.” Finding the narrow opening, he rimmed the edges, sometimes dipping inside to test the extent of my craving. His growl of pleasure echoed mine as my flesh gave in immediately to his pressure. “Just being around you makes it worse with each passing day,” he breathed huskily, continuing the maddening tease until he judged I was more than ready. “And I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.” Aiming the tip of his erection, he pushed at the entrance. “The pure, unabated, unquenched cravings to touch you, feel you, take you, have you, possess you…” Another shove and he was inside, my flesh wrapping with a satisfied sigh around his bulging head. “Because now I know you’re mine,” he growled, bending to my neck and biting it ferociously.
I threw back my head, completely lost in Red’s enchantment, whether more from his declaration or his erotic dance, I couldn’t be sure. Discovering he felt as bewildered and sensually blinded by the new passion coursing in my blood, too, threatened to make me come at every move, especially since the side position he’d chosen didn’t tax me excessively. In a wild rush of feelings and sensations, I let myself go to follow his thrusts, my ass ramming back as he shoved forward, the voluptuous thrill of being filled by him again too intoxicating for words. Grabbing my twitching cock, I followed the same rhythm pumping my ass, my hand sliding faster as he increased the tempo to a feverish beat. Frantically, I continued until the flames enveloped the tip of the shaft, forcing out my spirit along with the gallons of fluid erupting everywhere, my flesh bursting into a million pieces as I heard Rory’s cry of bliss echoing in my mind.

Read more about Bloody Passion on my website


Restless nights followed as Us-Yri tossed and turned in burning lust, going over every detail of the passionate meeting, wishing he had said this rather than that. Mostly, he yearned for Set’s touch, his mind imagining erotic scenarios, which intrigued his cock even more. Yet, he feared to meet Set again, afraid he would lose any form of rational control and jump on him. So, he hid in his chamber, biding an endless time as each bleak day he tried to stop thinking about his obsession, losing more sleep and appetite in the process. His counselors worried for his health and urged him to see a doctor, but he steadfastly refused.
“Your Highness,” a trusted friend insisted, “you’re unwell. It’s plain to see.“
“I’ll be fine, Kermac,” Us-Yri assured. “Don’t worry. It’s just a passing fever, nothing more. “
“Hem…” A cough at the door interrupted them.
Us-Yri turned and his heart stopped.
“I’m sorry to disturb,” Set said softly, his eyes burning with a fever of their own, “but I need to talk to you.” He fixed his gaze on Us-Yri. “And it can’t wait any longer,” he finished, his eyes flashing.
“How dare you talk to His Highness like that?” the counselor reprimanded angrily, moving forward to push Set out of the room.
“Let him be,” Us-Yri ordered, partly recovering his heartbeat.
Kermac turned around. “But Your Highness—”
“Please, leave us alone,” the ruler continued with a firm voice, “and have no one disturb me for the rest of the day.”
Though his attitude clearly disagreed with Us-Yri’s decision, Kermac had no choice but to obey. With a curt bow, the counselor traced his steps to the door.
Set stood quietly as he left, then turned to Us-Yri. “I have come to apologize.” He cleared his throat. “My behavior the other night was…despicable to say the least. I—“
“No, devil, you were right all along,” Us-Yri finally admitted more to himself than to Set. “I deceived myself for so long that I really thought it was true. I pretended you meant nothing to me, but all the time I was lying.” He shrugged. “The truth is I have…” he heaved, the words painful to utter, “wanted you since…oh always I think.”
With a feline jump, Set cornered him next to the fireplace. “Then why haven’t you done anything about it?” he asked huskily, his body so close Us-Yri felt his warm breath on his face.
With one last regretful thought, Us-Yri attacked Set's mouth, his instincts finally taking the upper hand over his rational restraining controls. His tongue worked its way inside the warm opening, his impetus throwing Set to the wall. Crushing the lean body, Us-Yri’s hand ran down to the hardening he felt pressing against his legs.
Everything moved fast from that moment on as they battled in a silent, fierce war of domination, their tongues brandished like fiery swords that wanted to conquer enemy territory. Us-Yri pushed harder inside, overcoming for a second Set’s defense and he enjoyed the sweet victory. Now the conquered territory was his for the taking.

Read more about Divinitas on my website

…continues on GF on line NOW!

Laura Tolomei


Anonymous said...

Very nice excerpts. I love that it shows why they have feelings for another person :)

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Laura Kaye said...

How are we supposed to be able to form words and sentences after THAT? Gah! Loved the first cover and the possessiveness of the second excerpt was insanely hot!

Cathy M said...

I love that wild passion, and you described it wonderfully in those excerpts.

caity_mack at yahoo dot com

Laura Tolomei aka Lalla Gatta said...

Yeah, feelings and passion...the combination is always often explosive, if not downright lethal!
Thanks for stopping by,


Paradox Sinner said...

You are killing me here.I mean it I may die with a great big smile on my face today. I normally try to ignore covers, but that cover whoo did it get hot in here.