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Here’s my “something naughty” post. It’s from Temptation in Tartan, best-selling vampire historical erotica:
She had to marry a monster…
Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.
But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.
The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.
She was wrong.
Published by Ellora’s Cave in June 2012, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five. Its sequel, Desire in Tartan, will be released later this year.
Here’s the very naughty excerpt:
She examined him with an intent gaze. “You mean… Milaird was wrong?”
“Aye. I was wrong.”
“The great Kieran Kilborn was wrong?” His wife’s eyes widened. One eyebrow lifted, and she gave him a wide, disbelieving smile edged with mockery.
“Now, Lydia.” On his side, he tucked an arm beneath his head.
“P’raps the sun has risen in the west, or the sheep fly and instead, birds crop the grass. I must check.” She rose from the bed, wincing a little. He watched her bonny pink arse twitch as she pranced over to one of the arrow slits and peered out.
When she returned, she held lengths of the worn linen they used as towels. She again smiled at him.
He distrusted that impish smile, accompanied as it was by twinkling eyes.
“So,” she said. “Kieran was wrong. Kieran’s been a naughty fellow indeed.” She took his arm by the wrist and brought it to the bedpost above his head, and wrapped a strip of linen around both, binding him.
Bold she was, and lust curled deep in his belly. His prick twitched with dawning arousal. “I daresay I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
“Oh, yes.” She took another linen strip, rolled him onto his back and trussed the other hand high.
Then she walked away from him. What did she have in mind?
She had evidently learned a’plenty during the few weeks they’d been married.
She dipped a third swatch of fabric into a ewer of water, and let the chilly liquid drip onto his chest, then swished it back and forth from nipple to nipple. They tightened into taut little kernels, and his cock jumped, stiff and hard as an oaken club.
Her smile broadened. “I like this,” she said.
So do I, he thought, but made a show of struggling against his bonds. “Lydia—”
She chuckled, and slid the cold, wet linen down his belly to his staff. Despite the temperature, despite his already intense arousal, he thickened and lengthened.
“I wonder…” she said meditatively, scrutinizing his cock. She ran the cloth through her fingers and smiled.
She rubbed him with the wet linen, and despite the chill, he swelled. She tickled his rod so it became even harder, then wrapped his member in the fabric until only the broad, round head was exposed. With each caress of her clever wee hands and each touch of the soft, damp towel, he grew bigger and more aroused until he was about to explode.
Bending over, she gave him a little flick of her tongue and he groaned, his hips jolting up.
She laughed. “How does that feel?” She kissed his cockhead again, opening her mouth wide to encompass all of his roundness. Lightning flashed through him and he wondered if his trapped flesh was going to burst.
She gave him a little nip and he started violently.
“I asked you a question.” Her voice was cool and even. She nibbled on him again.
He jerked up, hoping to force his rod further into her mouth and p’raps get some relief, but she was too quick for him, and the wicked bond holding his cock kept him on the boundary between pleasure and pain. He couldna come until she chose to release him.
He was hers to control, utterly. “Lydia, please…”
“Please! I’m afeared this will do me harm.”
“Really? As much as a beating?”
“Are ye angry with me?”
“Nay, husband, but what’s sauce for the goose…” She left the remainder of the quote unsaid.
“What would ye have me say or do?”
She ran her hand over his ballocks and they contracted. He was frantic to shoot his load, and writhed on the sheets.
“You’re mine, do you hear?” She tugged on his cock.
“That was never in question!”
“You’re my slave as much as I am yours. Admit it!”
He tossed his body from side to side. “Yes! Yea!” He sensed the justice of her actions and didna want to fight her. And he’d give up one of his balls to come.
“Very well, then.” She tugged away the binding and then pinched the base of his rod, hard.
A blast of pure pain shot through him and he clamped down on his frustrated shout. She climbed atop him to rub her slick cunny over his cock, and he was instantly ready again. He twitched with need, pushing his rod upward toward her slit.
Kneeling, she lifted up then dropped down, her magnificent breasts bobbing. His cockhead lodged inside her, and he groaned with need and relief. She liked what she was doing, he reckoned, because the walls of her quim were fluttering and clenching. Tight, hot and wet…She eased down onto him and he thought mayhap he’d died and gone to heaven.
He shouted, “Rach air muin!” and came in thick jets, coating her channel. He lifted his hips and thrust until he hit the barrier of her womb.
She took all he had, bearing down on him so her pearl slid against him, taking her pleasure as he took his. She flung her head back as she came, riding him like a stallion, gripping his shoulders for support. The little stabs of her fingernails drove him higher, and he swiveled his hips, swirling his cock inside her. With a gasp, she collapsed over his chest. Her splendid breasts caressed his nipples, shooting him into ecstasy one more time.
Minutes later, she stirred, then reached up and released his wrists. He grabbed her in a tight embrace, locking her to him without restraint, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, warred, played … eased into gentler loving.
They lay side by side, regarding each other, startled, sated and pleased. He looked into the warm chocolate depths of her eyes, seeking and finding her soul. His gaze rested within hers for a long while. Gradually, her breaths and his slowed, evened and matched.
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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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