Well it’s not really a game, since writers don’t have time to play games haha, and there are no losers (except those that don’t post, you suck, you lose BWAHAHA!) but I got tagged by an author, thought I’d post a “snippet” of what’s to come from my bdsm anthology with Margie Church, Marianne LaCroix and Bonni Sansom.
The story is called “Finding Eternity” and is about a warrior who’s destiny IS the vampire heroine who rescues him from himself…
Solan smelled iron, blood, metal, flesh, life. Then her feminine scent washed over him.
Her hand found the back of his head, lifted it to her and pressed harder into him, deepening the kiss.
Thrusting his tongue into her mouth only made her taste more intense. Soft curves surrounded him. Her fingernails trailed down the length of his arm, stopping at his wrist.
He broke from the kiss and stared at her. Reaching for her face, he cupped her cheek, ran the pad of his thumb along her jawline. “What…are you doing?”
Like he didn’t know.
Katherine blinked again, offered him a weak smile. Her mouth moved, no sound came out.
“Do you want to sate me?” His words rang out in the empty room. “Do you want me, Katherine?”
Need flashed in her eyes. He watched flames of desire appear to lick her skin as more shadows danced over her flesh. “I do.”
“Then,” he moved out from under her and rolled her onto her back, “We do this my way.”
In seconds, she lay flat on her back, pinned to the mattress. He straddled her, the hem of his kilt lifted slight, exposing his thighs.
She fumbled to touch him, even as her surprised expression changed to lust. Her eyes remained half open, mouth parted. “Take me if you’re going to, sate your needs with my body.”
It had been so long, Solan couldn’t remember when last he’d spilled his seed in a woman’s womb. “Yes, I will.” He almost growled.
Katherine shifted beneath him so his erection would settle between her thighs.
He ran his hands up and down the length of her sides before drawing her arms above her head.
She bent to his will, despite the fact that she could probably kill him in his weakened state. Hell, even if he were at full strength, the power of a vampire was said to be unimaginable. Yet, she moved pliantly beneath him.
He held her wrists with one hand, noticed how small they were. Delicate bone structure, he decided. Her breasts jutted up at him. With his free hand, he traced a finger over her exposed flesh, enjoying how she shuddered beneath just the slightest touch.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned, and ripped the top of her dress, exposing round, creamy breasts.
Before she could response, he lowered his mouth to her breast, took a nipple in between his teeth and scraped his tongue over the tight nub.
She sucked in a hard breath, arched beneath him and cried out.
He pulled the puckered nipple deeper into his mouth while grinding his hips into hers.
Hands caught the hem of his kilt, lifted the thick material up.
Solan moved from one breast to the other, dragging his tongue over heated flesh.
He popped her other nipple out of his mouth, the sound echoing loudly. “I thought vampires were cold to the touch.”
She looked away, her hair spilling over the pillow in a glorious blanket he needed to thread his fingers through, “You have stirred something in me, szeretőm. My flesh is heated by your…affection.”
I’m posting more than seven lines…it’s funny I got tagged for this game because the song I plotted part of this story to is “Seven Lives” by In Strict Confidence
I think is has potential LOL!