Hot Lessons
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Celia’s long-denied orgasm hit with the force of a flatlands tornado, sweeping her into hot, formless winds, turning her breath to molten screams, turning her bones to nothing, nothing, nothing at all. She shook and shook, unable to hold on, unable to stop, unable to beg for mercy. Her mind whirled and tumbled in the endless heat. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled across her flesh, melting, reforming, pushing, pushing, pushing her back to that perfect place.
Alan grabbed her legs and pummeled her with his thrusting hips, drawing out the unbearable ecstasy, shoving her higher still.
She was gone. No thought. Only sensation. Only that peaceful, flying high she never wanted to release. Only that place she never thought she would go. That place Alan said he would take her to—and he had. Had he ever. Alan had kept his promises beyond all expectations.
Please don’t let me land. Don’t let this best night of my life ever end.
“Keep me,” someone was gasping. “Keep me, Master.” Her again. She knew it was her, but she didn’t even realize she was talking.
A noise caught her attention in a vague way. Something clattering in the hall outside the dungeon. Reggie moved away to investigate.
Alan bent forward, keeping his cock lodged deep in her pussy.
He kissed her so softly, just right, light and kind and loving.
“I’ll keep you,” he answered, and that empty place down inside felt incredibly full and satisfied.
“More lessons, Master,” she pleaded between kisses and gasps. “Hot lessons. I trust you. Make me burn tomorrow. Make me burn the next day.”
Alan’s blue, blue eyes blazed with male possessiveness and appreciation. He kissed her again and again, then pulled back only long enough to say, “Trust me, sweet djinni. I don’t plan to let you out of this bottle any time soon.”
About the author:
Annie Windsor lives in Tennessee with her two children and nine pets (as of today’s count). Annie’s a southern girl, though like most magnolias, she has steel around that soft heart. Does she have a drawl? Of course, though she’ll deny it, y’all. She dreams of being a full-time writer, and looks forward to the day she can spend more time on her mountain farm. She loves animals, sunshine, and good fantasy novels. On a perfect day, she writes, reads, spends time with her family, chats with friends, and discovers nothing torn, eaten, or trampled by her beloved puppies or crafty kitties.
Annie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow OH 44224.
Also by Annie Windsor:
Arda: The Captain’s Fancy
Arda: The Sailkeeper’s Bride
Arda: The Sailmaster’s Woman
Cajun Nights
Ellora’s Cavemen: Tales From the Temple IV anthology
Equinox
Legacy of Prator: Cursed
Legacy of Prator: Redemption
Redevence: The Edge
Vampire Dreams – with Cheyenne McCray
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