It's a dangerously sexual game Lynne is playing, but she may not be able to stop.
This series started like many do, a sort of experiment in something a little different, and if my highly impartial and scientific measurements of looking at numbers and going "holy shit, what", people really enjoy this series too.
That's really awesome. The first volume, Hide From Him got a really nice five star review, which I don't doubt has helped with bringing it to other people's attention, and making me feel really good about my writing. That, combined with everyone else taking interest in and enjoying the first book is a really good way to get more and sooner. An so here we are! I love to hear back from people in any form, and I've been getting a bit more contact lately and I honestly think about it fondly day to day a lot.
So what's in this second volume? The story practically picks up where it left off, with Lynne being rudely awoken by having her breasts played with in bed until she's left with a pretty messy face because she wouldn't get up. From there, there's some introspection and development of just what this erotic ghostly figure is, more developments and a bit of shopping.
That might sound innocent enough, but around 'Him', the heat is rarely turned down for long. It's one of the things that makes writing this series fun, considering what he is, there's just all sorts of freedoms from a normal relationship and interaction that lets me dive into hard, fast and frequent sexual implications, and even some other things like humour and a little philosophy.
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“I’m
not going anywhere, don’t worry.” He put in, his voice just as low, soft and
soothing. The words however still managed to put a prickle in the back of
Lynne’s neck, making her squirm and glance up at him, trying her best to ignore
the entirely firm and warm thing
pressing at the soft curve of her stomach through her sweater.
“You
don’t think I’ll be the one to decide that?” She asked, trying to push for a
little ground in things. The feeling of being swept up, dominated and made a
mess of by such a strong and dashing man hit her deepest fantasies hard, but
surely submitting to them freely wouldn’t be good for her. His infuriatingly
calm and smooth chuckle said otherwise.
“No,
you’re not. Whatever I am, I’m yours, and there’s no squirming out of that. You
can decide on what you want to think I am, but not to get away.” He said, so
finalistic that she couldn’t bring herself to counter it. So smooth that she
could barely bring herself to look at him but for being transfixed in some sort
of strange comfort. She didn’t think she’d mind him being hers all that much,
but to say everything since the night before was sudden would be an
understatement.
The
moment his lips pressed to hers, closing them into a tender embrace, she was
more than well aware he was perfectly alright with sweeping her away and leaving
her breathless. Lynne gave in to that kiss, indulging herself in his gentle
embrace as his tongue licked at her lips, slipping between them to fill her
mouth with that subtle warmth. This wasn’t so bad at all, for all it made her
feel naughty beyond reason inside.
The
kiss – and his grip on her – emboldened, making the easily cuddled and curvy
girl gasp and mewl softly into his lips as that tongue slipped around hers, his
lips squeezing down on her as soft, ethereal fingers sunk into her big rear. It
made her rise up on her toes, pressing a hand to his chest and breathing all
the more heavily through her nose as she stared up timidly into those dominant
eyes bearing down on her.
How did
he do it? How could he make her feel like so much more than she was? The hand
on her rear felt more than good – it felt like her big, soft ass was actually
something to lust after, that she was
something to desire. It was making her head light with pleasure and temptation
already.
If she
didn’t stop him, she was going to end up on the floor, feeling that inexorably
hard and hot shaft ramming into her. Her eyes lidded and head tilted back under
guidance of the kiss, her fingers tracing slowly down the firm and wholly real
feeling of his chest. A thought flickered through her mind as she saw the image
of him ravaging her on the spot – maybe that wasn’t a bad thing to let happen.
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