I’ll be a guest on Jesse’s show Edin Road Radio today at 3:30 PST for half an hour or so, discussing SURRENDER TO LOVE – my newest Decadent Publishing 1Night Stand title. We’ll share some laughs, see if I can’t get her to break out her toys, meet me at a con for a drink…you know the drill 
If nothing else, perhaps she’ll inspire me for a new story…
By Sascha Illyvich
We’re well underway with the new year and that means new projects. Sort of.
By Sascha Illyvich
Agent Saritza Hernandez and I talked back in January about me doing another 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing to see what sales look like and learn how their audience responds to me. I’m really enjoying knocking out a few shorter pieces to keep exposure out and in that same vein keep a few bucks strolling my way 
This third story for Decadent features a pixie-like heroine who is fed up with life and men in general. She would give ANYTHING to find two truly dominant men who could share with her the true rewards of sexual experiences. Using the 1Night Stand service, she fills out the questionnaire throws caution to the Vegas wind.
In the same story, Chase and Jason are a pair of very alpha men who want to find the perfect submissive. They’re open to men but really prefer to play with a sexy, sassy and intelligent woman who can accept all the love they have to give. I should finish “Their Virgin” this week and sub to Decadent by middle of next week.
Burning for Derrick needs me to make ONE more pass at it before I sub it to Saritza. We had talked about editing and how it needed a better pair of eyes to go over it so I’ll probably call in a favor from one of those who owes me, see what we can do to make sure this awesome paranormal romance turned spy story gets into good house I’m really looking forward to letting you all see it. And the followup of course.
Then there’s Covenant of Wolves: Stalker (Dub Mix) – you’ll be seeing more cut stuff posted here. Hot m/m sex, wolf on fae, and probably a foursome that’s getting pulled form the book. Can’t say why yet, just trust me! My original beta readers will recognize the story and be glad for the tremendous changes. Oh, book two was started there also…
Also I have a new story idea involving a spy, two bisexual men and the “Road To” theme. I’m going to pitch it to Sartiza first, then tell ya’ll.
Oh I’m also forgetting to mention the screenplay ideas that I’m working on with Amanda Rhea courtesy of casting director Elizabeth Schell. It’s taking me a little longer than I hoped for that to get off the ground, I have a LOT to learn about screen writing but it promises to be fun. Yeah, I’d be writing for TV. Yay me!
Oh there’s my menage story that Total E-bound rejected, it needs a little reworking too. The heroine needs to be more feminine. Too bad her real life counterpart sees herself as more masculine bwahaha! But that’s 17k right there I’ll be working on.
There is always a lot going on behind the scenes. Something is being written or updated every single day by THIS author. That being said, I’ll be keeping my head down and nose to the grindstone over the next few weeks.
Been a busy week for me. First, today I’m over at Brenda and Steve’s blog doing a simple Q/A on writing, my upcoming release “Surrender to Love” and sticking around for another day or so. Find me here
Did ya’ll see the review for The Playground that Night Owl Romance gave it? 4.5 Stars! AND a Top Pick
The folks at Night Owl said the following: ” It was a hot and steamy love story with two characters that loved and lost and found love again in the unlikeliest of places.” Read the full review here
I was at Tonya Kinzer’s blog last week. I think I even gave away a book. But the interview/blog posts she hosted may look familiar to some of you. Still, peep the link and 
comment. I’m sure I left her plenty of things to ponder while I caused trouble.
Did you pick up your copy of The Playground yet? It’s now available on Amazon.com
Oh I turned in the second round of edits for “Surrender to Love” and that’s looking like a Feb 7th release. I hope ya’ll enjoy another sordid tale of sweet, sinful seduction
Remember at the end of last year I had announced that Decadent Publishing picked up my second 1Night Stand submission to them? Well, I have edits to do this week AND I got goodies! Cover art goodness!
In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist. Oh and there’s a catch. Livia ‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very handsome man who promises her freedom through submission. Can she surrender to more than just passion?
I’ll have an excerpt soon!
In the meantime, don’t forget my first 1Night Stand – The Playground
Hey Folks,
Aside from a bit of pre planning for 2012, I’m done. I’m not even sure I’m coning into the office every day until January 3rd at least, because I’ve had a long year. But it’s been a fun and productive year despite the lack of releases. Spoken to both agents, things are shaping up for 2012 to be the year of the Sascha LOL!
Up on the conference schedule, it looks like Authors After Dark in New Orleans has been added, so I’ll be there speaking, selling books and chopping it up with readers! New releases planned for next year, already the two from Decadent Publishing, both for the 1Night Stand series, The Playground, should be out in January or February, and my second 1Night Stand, “Surrender to Love” should come out soon afterwards.
I know a lot of authors are pushing for final sales in the last quarter of the year but I’m tired! This year I’ve done four conventions all within the Con Season and while they were ALL a LOT of fun, and I made some great friends (You reading this Momma Lion?) and got to see some old ones, travel wears me out! I’ve got that bad heart thing still, two hospital visits this year, and done a HELL of a LOT of editing LOL!
Overall it’s been a good year. I have some new music that is sure to inspire more passion and romance in next year’s books, and I’m looking forward to sharing with you what I have written.
But for now, I’ve checked out I won’t be back in my office (except to handle little admin things) until January 3rd at the earliest. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and blessings to you and yours, my lovely readers, in the new year!
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Right now I’m promoting Wolf Magic, Bound to Her and Siddella’s Surrender. The first two are werewolf stories, the last one is a hot BDSM fae story featuring a sexy Alpha hunk and a hot little fae named siddella, who has an undeniable connection to said Alpha. Only she’s a virgin *weg*
Wolf Magic is an enthralling contemporary fantasy, and a passionate erotic romance. Marco and Selene. Werewolf and witch. He is the sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. Something has to give – and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them
Bound to Her Can Luka convince Michele that she is his mate, or will his being single cause the regional packs to turn against him?
Luka has finally united the local and regional packs of Northern California, but Lajon the Eldest says Luka needs a mate to balance him out. Michele hates the fact that she’s Lupine and wants nothing to do with her heritage since the accidental killing of her parents. Yet the necklace Luka wears intrigues her despite her disposition towards wolves. Can the two lovers share passion and learn to be together from the heart or will the work Luka’s put into building an alliance go to waste?
Siddella’s Surrender features Kinky Faeries with a Taste for B&D! Siddella, Thief of the Low Court of Faery, discovers she’s stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn’t realize that the Black Angus, Faery’s legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole. Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery. Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death? Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? “A powerful look at domination!” -Sensual Romance Reviews
Okay, Happy Holidays to everyone – Romance At Random is celebrating their Loveswept line with a random e-book Giveaway to 25 winners plus an opportunity to win one Grand Prize from www.romanceatrandom.com. Enter here to be included in the FREE random e-book drawing (25 winners will pick up their FREE book from Net Galley). Read more here.
Loveswept has brought some fantastic romance novels to readers over the years. I’ve read a few, so have you. Sue Grimshaw has done a great job with the site, the blog and of course having me on Romance at Random. That post is here
Keep an eye out, I’ll be blogging around different spots this month and next to promote The Playground, my first 1 Night Stand from Decadent Publishing (and first release of the New Year!)
Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM side he wants to make reality, the only catch is Shelly, the woman who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. While in a Las Vegas casino he spots her. Using 1Night Stand, he sets her up in a park, have her bound to playground equipment with only a blindfold on…and his Dominance to hopefully teach her the meaning of true love, using the one thing he knows will capture Shelly’s attention.
Excerpt:
Devon spotted her, several feet away.
Shelly stood, bound to a rung on monkey bars. Gray shorts clung to her and the black sports bra did little to hide the size of her lovely, round breasts. Hair cascaded down her back. Standing with legs spread, blindfolded, and arms secured to the monkey bars, she looked ready, inviting.
He stopped ten feet away from her, eyes drawn to nipples that poked the fabric.
Slowly, he drew closer.
The sun had just set beyond the horizon. A car passed occasionally in the distance.
Devon scanned the area for potential threats or discovery. There were plenty of trees and bushes to cover certain acts, but the dirtiness of fucking her on the playground equipment….
Well, that was a turn-on.
Hopefully, she’d feel the same.
Devon took a step closer. Then another, and another, until he could hear her breathing.
Clear, pale skin begged for his touch. Her hair appeared even thicker than he remembered. He wanted to touch it. Ached to feel its silky smoothness through his fingers.
But not yet.
“You’re Marcy now, hm?” He deepened his voice, hoping to disguise it.
She gasped, lifted her head. “That voice.”
Her throaty gasp hardened him so that his cock strained against his leather pants, making him itch to unzip himself and plunge into her.
But he couldn’t do that just yet.
“Yes. This voice. You know me, Shelly.”
Another gasp and rattle of ropes caught his attention until she spoke, “They told me I was getting a surprise if I’d only go along. I didn’t realize….”
She stopped.
He hated that she did that. “You always stopped talking before giving away your major point, dear.” He set a hand firmly against her warm skin, palms itching to taste more of her.
She was hard this time, flesh not nearly as soft and malleable as he remembered. Still, she was soft in the way only a woman could be. “You’ve had a hard life since we separated.”
She didn’t respond verbally, but the shake of her body into his hand, clued him in.
“You always had that way about you, Shelly. Why,” his hand roamed up her spine, fingers walking up it slowly, tiptoeing so light he could barely feel her, “do you do that defensive movement?”
“Because what you’re offering is putting me there.”
“I’m offering only,” his fingers crept up her neck, brushing through her thick mane, “what you need.”
“Ha!” She snorted. “You never offered what I needed. Only a misogynistic viewpoint of what you thought I wanted and needed. Just like this entire scenario.”
“Are you going to tell me,” he leaned into her body, so close he could smell her, taste her almost, “that if I slipped my finger beneath your shorts—”
“I wouldn’t cry rape?”
He feigned surprise. A hand cradled her ass, cupping her before giving it a firm squeeze.
Shelly squirmed against him but settled her ass into the palm of his hand like they’d never been apart. Her jaw tensed, muscles in her neck flexed.
He shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’d never hurt you.”
She scoffed and turned her head away from him.
“I mean it. You and I were good together. Can be good again.”
“That’s why you hired an agency to bring us back together? What kind of coward—”
He brought his hand down against her ass.
She yelped and arched into the pain.
It must have been an unconscious act because she quickly moved away from his hand.
“I already had the ‘I’m a coward’ speech with myself. But you disappeared.” He stepped close enough to her now that he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal beginning to flow between those long, pale legs. His pulse quickened. “But I had to do something, and you obviously agreed to it.”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, I did.”
“You had to know it was me. You avoided coming near me, so you must have seen me.” He leaned closer, nostrils flaring at her scent.
Heat radiated off her, so much that it made him feel even warmer, standing a mere few inches away.
She shook her head. “Yeah, I did know you were there. But I had hoped I was seeing things. You haven’t been around.”
“You were the one who left me, as I recall.” It was hard to keep the curt tone out of his voice, even with her bound and practically naked before him. His hand moved from her ass to the small of her back, touching exposed flesh. “If you knew, then why did you come?”
“Madame Eve offered me a chance at the one thing I wanted. I hoped….” She didn’t finish her sentence.
His fingers walked back up the length of her spine, carefully caressing her flesh while raven colored silken strands fluttered between his fingers. “You wanted one more taste, too. Admit it.” His voice remained gruff, low. “You wanted to see for yourself that we had a chance.”
“Close,” she lowered her head, blatantly fighting the urge to arch further into his touch, “I wanted one last tryst, yes. When I received a text from Madame Eve telling me she’d been watching me, I freaked out. I wasn’t even aware of her service. I’ve been working here for two years now.”
He sighed. It had been two years since they last met, since last their flesh fell upon each other’s and hearts beat in tune before she walked out. “Yeah, Madame Eve is something else.”
Shelly nodded.
“Will you look at me if I remove the blindfold?”
She nodded again. “I can do that. I’d rather you release me.”
“The freedom I wish to give you,” he paused, reaching for her blindfold and tugging the knot free before moving to stand before her, “is the sort of freedom you’d cherish if you’d give in.”
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Slowly, Shelly’s eyes widened in an emotion Devon couldn’t quite read.
Her arms still hung above her head, pushing well rounded breasts out beneath the tight, black sports bra. Her nipples were hard. He ran a hand over one.
She shuddered.
“You’re still lovely as ever.”
She sneered. “I’ve lost weight since last we…. I’m not what you think I am.”
He tilted his head slightly, dropped his voice to an almost whisper, “What do you think I believe you are?”
She shook her head, “You think I’m some sort of….” Her eyes lowered, she blinked then looked back at him with what seemed like steady resolve. “You think I’m some sort of toy to be used and….” She started stammering. “And a doormat.”
He gasped, “You got that how?”
She glared, thrust her bound wrists at him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“You still agreed.”
Thought I’d mention the holiday themed releases I have so if you ARE searching for something (and you should be, authors aren’t all wealthy you know, and buying our books supports the local economy!) then I’ve got a few to choose from.
First up: Her Shelter (alter ego Alexandria Rayne) The ghost of Christmas Future…
Can a strong Alpha learn lessons of the heart from someone who refuses their own emotions or will the Ghost of Christmas Future be forced to interfere?
New pack alpha Reinhold struggles with control over his pack, trying to provide the best for them while maintaining his relationship with the Sisters of the Moon.
Mistress Crissy is the solid, logical member of three sisters that have been granted possession of all wolves in this world by Diana, Goddess of the Moon. Her connection to Reinhold is purely lust based, or so she thinks until he pulls a stupid stunt and injures himself and her heart.
Can either of these two see heart to heart or will it take a little intervention from the ghost of Christmas Future to force them both to realise that they need each other as Mistress and switch?
A Christmas Favour -a contemporary romance written in the Harlequin BLAZE style (and now sitting on an HQN editor’s desk if Saritza and Marisa got it to them!) that I wrote in honor of giving my sister a happy ending. Can love unite two best friends that yearn for each other, even after years have passed?
Angela does have the blessed luck to have a best friend with a very handsome body and a kind heart. She’s managed to end up single during the holidays and having Christian come up from Houston to cheer her up has made a huge difference in her life. Things were going fine until a little playfulness became arousal and they ended up making damn sure neither suffered a cold winter night together!
Christian has been incredibly blessed with his life. He’s been given the IT job of his dreams, has the income he needs to feel secure and has the support of his long time best friend, Angela. What more could he ask for? Well, turns out he asked for her in his bed, over and over again and he wound up getting it. But his work schedule interferes with their relationship and causes heartache on both sides. Will he be able to figure things out and convince her that he’s the one for her? Excerpt and BUY Link
Mistress Kitty – Tales of Love, Romance and Male Slavery. Not entirely a holiday story but the Christmas scenes and themed stories in this collection are hot enough to melt any bit of snow around a frozen heart!
The stories that launched Sascha Illyvich’s career as a master of BDSM erotica. Follow the adventures of Miss Kitty and her submissive, Trent, through humiliation,
punishment, training and on straight through to ecstasy. This powerful collection, available for the first time in a deade, includes such Kitty and Trent tales as So Help Me, Mistress!, Sex Swing, School Marm, Trust, A Sensual Seduction, Playtime, Spanking Trent, Just Who’s in Control, Anyway?, and more than a dozen other contemporary classics. “A Powerful Look at Female Domination!” That’s how Sensual Reviews describes the work of Sascha Illyvich
Lots of interesting things going on in the world of publishing. I’ve had a lot going on, including a partial rejection from Red Sage, that was more like a “Fix this issue and we’ll take another look because the story has potential.” I woke up to that last Saturday and was pretty thrilled despite the hangover and previous bullshit on Friday. (I’m dealing with government crap right now) I’m also burned out for the year.
That’s right, I have nothing left to create. What I DO have are four projects in various stages of editing.
Plus I still have my editorial duties at Sizzler as the reviews are coming in from some of our new releases and I couldn’t be more proud! However this is my AUTHOR platform so I’ll point you over to the Sizzler Editing Blog (mine anyway) in another post.
Plus we’re still getting hype from some of my earlier releases as I seek out reviewers. I’m pretty happy this time of year, for once, despite how swamped I am. At least I don’t have to struggle to create something entirely new. Friday Flash Fiction will be updated until the end of the year then I might make it an archived section on the site. Who knows.
I promised I’d deliver a Christmas themed story to one house for an anthology, I promised the folks at Decadent I’d have more work for them and with that, I’ll end the year writing and spend more time editing, reading and relaxing.
I think I’ve done pretty well as an author overall this year. Spent some time talking with both agents Marisa and Saritza about next year, talked to Jean Marie Stine about promotions for Sizzler Intoxications and have a lot going on already. I haven’t had a lot of releases and that bums me out but the stagnation on the release front doesn’t mean that I haven’t been writing! 
The Decadent 1NS series has two more titles from me coming once I sit down and write them. Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub M ix) is being shopped around to different publishers by my wonderful print agent, Burning for Derrick I’ll start editing at the end of October! Yay me! LOL!
It’s been a good ride this year, quite frankly. I’ve achieved a great deal of back end success. Much more to come! Hopefully by the time this has been posted I’ll be halfway through edits on Burning for Derrick!
How about an unedited excerpt?
Derrick woke up in a soft bed. His body ached, his stomach was sore and there were bruises on his forehead and pain in his back. No doubt he had a few bruises.
He moved to brush strands of hair back from his face and tried not to grunt. Then he saw the beauty next to him.
Sonja lay beside him still wearing his trench coat, jeans as she had the day before and a top that begged for removal because it was holding back beautiful breasts.
He licked his lips.
Then he stirred. And pain set in.
Sonja’s eyes opened. She shook.
Quickly, Derrick reached for her, caught her hand and rolled onto his side so he faced her. “Shh,” he pressed two fingers against her lips.
Tears streamed down her face.
He wanted to kiss them away.
Stilling his mind, he leaned over her and did the one thing he could think of that could distract her from whatever horrors raced through her head.
He kissed her.
She sobbed into the kiss.
Derrick tasted the sweet plumpness of her lips with a soft press of his mouth against hers. He kept his eyes open, gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
Sonja shifted against the bed and his body. A hand reached for his face, small yet lithe fingers stroked along his chin.
He hardened instantly at her touch. Careful to steady his reaction against rising hormones, Derrick pressed his body against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath his jacket. “You’re still wearing my coat,” he teased while licking her chin.
She laughed and kissed him back, taking his face in her hands while moving beneath him. “It fits. Perfectly in fact. I think I’ll keep it.”
He chuckled, a low sound that widened her eyes. Was she scared? Judging by the way she kept her hands on his face, probably not. He bent down, nipped her exposed neck and waited a moment. Her pulse beat steadily. His puma wanted to taste the creature beneath it.
Hands fisted in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers again. She tasted of fear, yet the powerful thrum of lust rested just at the shoreline of emotions. He could smell it, taste it. And with a thumb and forefinger, he caressed a trail of heat down her collarbone into exposed cleavage.
She shuddered, arched her breasts upwards and into him.
Derrick pulled back from the kiss and looked at her. Red hair sprawled beneath her and fanned out. Her round face held some color, lips were primed and plump for more kissing. And the blue-silver of her eyes sparkled. “Maybe you should wear only my coat.” The possessiveness in him surprised him, but didn’t stop him from making a claim on her. It didn’t matter that they were two different beings, at this moment all that mattered was the heat between them.
“Patience, cat. We have some time. Right?” An eyebrow arched.
He didn’t know, truthfully. Derrick wasn’t even sure where they were or how they got here. All he remembered was that he’d taken out the man who was about to shoot her point blank. He couldn’t have let that happen. At the thought, the urgency of their sexual encounter reared its head.
He’d almost lost her and that would be bad for so many reasons. The security of the world could be at stake, but something deeper made her more important to him.
The way she he kept stroking his shoulders distracted him.
Nails raked along exposed skin and goose bumps appeared on his flesh.
Derrick parted her thighs with his leg and pressed into her heat.
Damn but she was hot even through her jeans.
She hissed, gripped his shoulders tightly and lifted up to catch him across the throat.
The puma inside growled. Derrick fought the beast back down. Sonja may be a witch but to his knowledge she was still a human, probably unfamiliar with dominance acts.
She bit his neck again.
A shiver raced through him and he realized he didn’t care if she was aware or not. She was driving him mad with little things.
The third time she’d reached for his neck, Derrick backed off and rose above her. “I need,” he started to speak.
She shifted and cupped him.
He almost lost it.
The puma’s tone changed. Even the beast inside recognized the core principle that it and Derrick shared.
They were both male.
“I know how to play dirty,” she laughed breathlessly, “And I’m not afraid of the big beast, either.”
“You must not be that bright,” he dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over a breast. He found the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, only to have it caught by his coat.
“You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”
“You just said I wasn’t that bright. So I think I should.”
He was determined to strip her until all she wore was that playful grin. “Fine. Two can play this game, Sonja.” He slid away and reached for her with one hand.
She scrambled to get away but his height gave him an advantage. Capturing her wrist, he pulled her to him, brought his mouth down on hers and wrapped his arms around her curvy frame. She felt so good in his arms, so soft, supple.
Her body rocked against his.
He thrust his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Hands gripped his shoulders again but he forced her hands at her sides. Using the added strength of the puma, he shoved the coat off her shoulders and down her sides so that it bound her arms.
Then he pulled back from the kiss and started licking a trail down her jaw, over her neck until she mewled.
“Perfect sound,” his voice filled with gravel as he continued to lick and kiss her neck, collarbone.
She struggled against him.
He’d done his best to keep his negative thoughts at bay.
He had to. She was able to read his mind and all he wanted her to see now was the simple fact of unchained desire.
He pushed the coat down the length of her arms, exposing flesh and ridding her of one more protective layer against his sensual assault.
When their mouths met again, he let her tongue past his lips and let her stroke and suckle him. With the coat finally pushed off her arms, he could now reach for the hem of her shirt. He tugged at it and broke from the kiss. “Do you want this, Sonja? I’ll stop,” he had to choke those words out, “if you want.”
She nipped his bottom lip. “Fuck me, Derrick.”
The desperation in her voice couldn’t be missed but neither could the sultry emphasis she’d put on the first two words.
Derrick lifted her shirt up and tore it off her head, exposing beautiful round breasts that made his mouth water. His cock stiffened painfully. “My gods you’re lovely.” He pushed her back at arm’s length and stared at her.
She let out a heavy sigh, “Are you going to ogle my tits like one of my rabid fans or are you going to play with me?”
He loved her demanding, breathy voice.
Now she was pushing him down onto the bed so she could straddle him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Her voice dropped dangerously husky.
Part of him wondered if that was her natural voice or any vocal training .He’d remember to ask later.
Maybe.
Her hips enveloped his thighs.
He reached for her and caught her breasts in his hands. Sitting up, he gave her breasts a squeeze.
She moaned and began fumbling with his shirt. “You can take this off,” she tugged at it, “or I can yank it off and you’ll need a new shirt.”
Before he could respond, she’d ripped the shirt off him, exposing him.
She let out a low whistle. “I guess we’re even now.”
“Are you going to stare at me,” he chuckled, “or are we going to fuck?”
Her mouth curled up in a smile. She pushed her hands against his broad chest, batted her eyelashes and scooted her ass over his crotch. “We’re going to fuck. Now.”
Derrick braced himself.
Sonja slithered down his body, covering his chest with kisses and bites. He’d shivered against every one, especially when she moved back up his chest and took a nipple in her mouth.
She bit down, applying gentle pressure and suckling, just like he’d do to her momentarily. Yet the sensation shot through his body and sent all thought flying out the window. Logic too failed him.
He’d started to lose control of the feelings he’d carefully held onto and walled up, but there wasn’t any way in hell he was going to let Sonja take them from him. Nor would he let her fix his mind with her voice. “You’re only allowed to use your body to do this, sweet Jesus!” Her teeth grazed against his now exposed hip.
When did she slide his jeans down?
It didn’t matter. He was hard and hot and now in her grip.
“How did you?”
She arched a brow. “Witch, remember?” Then she bent forward and stroked his cock with her tongue while her breasts pressed against his thighs.
His balls drew up against his body and the warmth of her mouth enveloped him.
He hissed through clenched teeth and gripped the bed sheets tightly.
Her mouth worked up and down the length of his shaft. Her tongue snaked around the thick head of his cock, making his breath race. His heart beat faster and faster in tune with her sucking. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come.”
She popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and grinned, “That’s the point.”
Not if he could help it. Somehow, for some reason the urge to sink himself inside her was what he needed most. “No.”
She lifted her head and let strands of hair fall on each side of her face, giving her the look of a witch bent on seduction, “You’re cute telling me no, babe. But,” she gave him one last lick, “I am dying for this. So,” she slid up the length of his body so that her breasts pillowed against his chest. Their eyes met. “Fuck me, cat.”
He couldn’t ignore the commanding tone in her voice. It wasn’t filled with magic, it was just…her.
Sultry, sensual and slightly dominating.
His hands caught the waist of her jeans and tugged down. “These are coming off.” He couldn’t maintain control for much longer but he needed to lose himself in her, not in front of her.
With a hard yank, he had her jeans and panties down over her ass. A hand came down on her rump.
She hissed and bit him again.
“You’re taunting a wild animal.” He growled, rolled them both over so that he was on top now.
