I am delighted to welcome a very good friend to my blog Isobelle Cate. She has stopped by to share with us her new masterpiece Rapture And Midnight, available now on Amazon.
About Isobelle:
Isobelle
Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer,
wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she
has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and
the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who
are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and
passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and
paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and
legend.
Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these
cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.
Blurb for Rapture at
Midnight:
Finn's chest
constricted with an unfamiliar emotion. The desire to please Eirene and see her
happy replaced the need to simply slake his lust. There was a fissure on the
wall he had built around his heart, allowing a ray of tenderness for the woman
beneath him to shine through. He intensified the kiss and at the same time
thrust hard into her. She cried out against his mouth, her breath harsh and
staccato like. Finn moved, in and out, swiveling his pelvis against hers.
Eirene lifted her hips, her head falling back in ecstasy. She made small sounds
every time Finn's pelvis moved against hers with quick thrusts.
Finn looked down at
Eirene's body, from her breasts and puckered nipples down to her stomach and
her trimmed mound. Her entire body was flushed with the aura of intense
arousal. He groaned when her channel clamped around his cock. Eirene's breasts
quivered faster and faster as Finn thrust harder and deeper, eliciting deeper
moans and cries from her. He leaned over to latch onto Eirene's exposed neck.
He kissed and licked until he gently sucked the skin over her pulse, bringing
the vein into sharp relief. He sucked hard without using his fangs.
“Yes!” Eirene turned
her head giving him her neck.
The taste of her
blood filled Finn's mind, exploding through his neurons.
Along with her taste
came an astounding piece of knowledge.
Eirene was a Cynn
Cruor mate.
The question now was
whether she was his. His scent needed to be on her when a Cynn Cruor brethren
smelled her. It was a scent undetectable by a purely human nose. If he marked
her, then whether she accepted it or not, she belonged to him. She was his
mate.
The taste of her
salty, sweet skin drove him wilder. He knelt on both knees as he covered
Eirene's body with his. Finn held on to her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and
faster. He groaned as his balls tightened, slapping against her backside.
Eirene's cries came in puffs of ecstasy until she screamed her climax. Her
weeping sex throbbed and gripped Finn's manhood in a snug vice, milking him as
he went in and out until he growled and finally shouted his release against
Eirene's neck, calling out her name. His seed spurted into her womb, bathing
and warming it. His heartbeat pounded inside his ribcage, the warmth of their
coupling spreading through him like the fire in a forge. He held himself up
over Eirene with both his arms braced beside her head. He was about to withdraw
from her when she placed her hands on his hips.
“Please don’t go,”
she said softly. “Not yet.”
Finn let his forehead
dip against Eirene's even as she lifted her mouth for a long and sensual kiss.
Eirene's arms crept under his arms and over his back. By the Ancients, he loved
the way her hands smoothed over his sweat-slicked skin. He felt her racing
heart slowly turn to a semblance of normalcy as his own heartbeat thrummed back
to a slower pace.
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And more amazing works from Isobelle available on Amazon NOW.. a must read...
And more amazing works from Isobelle available on Amazon NOW.. a must read...
