The Cajun's Captive
Page 6
“We’re not done, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.
In the blink of an eye, he’d pushed them out of the chair and bent her over the railing, his cock still balls deep inside her. He brushed her hair to the side and rained kisses over her back and shoulders.
She braced her hands against the wet wood and stared down into the dark waters. Her breasts dangled into space and she suddenly wondered if anyone could see them. She looked out at the quiet landscape and pastel sunrise.
“No one can see you, chérie. We’re out here all alone.” He nipped her shoulder blade with his teeth. An excited shiver raced over her skin and she pushed back against his cock. He pulled all the way out and then thrust into her. “No one to hear you scream.”
His words brought another flood of desire, of moisture. Clamping his hands over her hips, he started a slow motion, almost a twist as he pushed himself inside her heat. Cries of delight erupted from her throat and carried over the water.
Faster and faster he moved, his hot breath panting against her neck.
“Come for me,” he demanded and rubbed her clit.
“You first,” she replied, squeezing his cock with her muscles. A deep sound, almost a roar, burst from his throat. He swelled inside her and came with force. At the same moment, sharp teeth clamped over the base of her neck causing her to scream. Tears stung her eyes, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. He pressed against her clit and she came again, crying out his name. Her knees went weak, and she was glad she was trapped between the solidness of Sebastian and the strong wooden railing. She was utterly spent.
“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed the tender spot on the back of her neck.
Love and pleasure wrapped her like a blanket. Moisture slicked her thighs, but she didn’t care. She had Sebastian. Finally. After all the yearning and waiting, she had his love.
She was home.
The End
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Read an Excerpt From Bitten in the Bayou
(book two in the Stormy Weather series)
The lights flickered once, twice, and then they were cast into darkness. With no light, her other senses immediately took over. The rain beat against the house furiously. It seemed alive, like it was trying to claw its way in. A nervous tremor coursed through her veins.
A heavy hand settled on her knee, and she jumped, a girly squeal erupting from her throat.
“Shh... you're okay. Let your eyes adjust.” By the tone she could tell it was Jules who was comforting her.
Slowly the candle light from the living room brightened their corner of the kitchen.
“Looks like we’re done for a while,” he said, his voice low... seductive.
She turned to look at him, able to make out his features, the hungry look in his eyes. Glancing over at André, she saw him watching her closely. The intimate inspection unnerved her. Made her want to shift in her seat.
But the hand on her knee squeezed gently, reassuring her. When she looked into Jules' eyes, she hardly noticed the rumble of thunder or the howling wind.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.
“Are you asking permission?” she asked and held her breath.
“No,” he said roughly, and before she could blink, his lips were crushing hers. She shifted toward him, closing her eyes. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she wanted to rub herself against it. To soak up his warmth, his strength.
He probed at her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him. As his tongue swept inside she heard someone groan. She wasn't sure who.
He tasted rich... of wine and gumbo. Their tongues danced back and forth, and she clung to his shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and aching for his touch. She felt hungry, empty.
Slowly he severed the kiss, and a tiny sound of protest escaped her lips.
“Damn, you know how to kiss. So soft and tempting. Giving and demanding all at once,” he said, sounding out of breath. “I could kiss you for hours.”
That could be arranged, she thought blissfully.
It was as if the whole day, since she'd first caught sight of them in the woods, had been leading up to this moment. Priming her, readying her for his kiss. His touch.
A warm hand curled around her shoulder, and she turned to look up at André. That predatory look was back, and it called to something inside of her. Quickly she glanced back at Jules.
He cocked his head to the side. “You didn't think he was going to let me keep you all to myself, did you?”
Author Bio
An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at selenablake@gmail.com.
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Other Books by Selena Blake
Series: Stormy Weather
The Cajun’s Captive
Bitten in the Bayou
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (previously titled Bound & Determined)
Mated to a Cajun Werewolf
Surprising Darcy
Just a Little Taste
Series: Deep Space Encounters
Reclaiming Isis
Rescuing Natacha
Azula’s Rebellion