“Healing your wound is easy. Healing your lonely heart is quite
another task. But I welcome the challenge.”
His fingers parted her nether lips. One pushed inside of her while
another teased the bud until she groaned. She closed her eyes.
Charles licked her belly and then his tongue claimed the wet place
his hand had tormented.
Images of the mantel cupids played against the blackness of her
eyelids. She raised her knees and spread her legs wider. Her
heartbeat thumped harder and her hands guided his face between her
legs.
The tumbling thoughts settled.
She truly loved Charles.
And if it were meant to be she would not return to Boston.
A splendid city to be certain. While there she’d had many fine
times. Attended many lavish soirees. But the thing she wanted most
always eluded her.
Until now. “Mmmm. Yes.” She opened her eyes.
Charles’ breath puffed against her face. Sweat glistened on his
skin. Skin so perfect. Paler than the finest china. Muscles corded
underneath. She stroked his arms. Jet-black hair sprang from his
skin and tickled her palms.
She writhed against the satin bedspread. Her nipples could stand
more of Charles’ feverish sucking. Sucking them the way he’d done
between her legs.
His own nipples were peaked. A tangle of black curls crowned the
base of his thick cock. She lifted her hips higher and his mouth
made contact with the tender spot between her legs.
They’d begun a special waltz that should never end.
Charles’ tongue left her skin. He looked up and patted her leg. His
hands and tongue cleaned away her honey from his mouth and chin. One
large foot then the other thumped against the floor and he left the
bed. She rolled over.
The coverlet clung to her belly.
Charles strode around to her side of the bed then returned to the
opposite. He repeated his pacing for several trips.
As his wandering brought him beside her again he halted and stared.
She pushed to her knees and crawled over to the bed’s edge. Mouth
opened wide, she captured his hard cock between her lips. The tiny
hole on the head parted wider at the squeeze of her lips and she
teased it with her tongue.
From tip to near the base she took him in. At times his thickness
cut off her breath so she surrendered him to the air. As she paused
her sucking Charles rolled her toward the center of the bed and
sprang into place beside her. His mouth sought her breasts while his
hands squeezed her backside. One of his fingers pushed into the
tight hole behind.
He freed his other hand and stroked her thighs and nether lips.
After she spilled more honey into his palm he moaned and lapped away
the wetness. He followed with the sweetest kisses. His hot mouth on
her wet lips. So pleasurable. Far better than she ever imagined it
could be between a man and woman.
He glanced up, eyes widened and staring. Setting her blood to
boiling. Conveying a message that he wanted their bodies to join.
She wiggled free of his hands and lay on her belly. He landed a
sound smack to the fullest part of her bottom on the right. Then on
the left. She panted against the pillow. His tongue licked where his
hand had struck. Long strokes. Now shorter. Coming into the crease.
His hands pulling her open wider. The tip of his tongue prodding her
tightest hole.
As she moved against his mouth and the bed, feathers crackled
beneath the pillowcase. She freed the held breath and pushed herself
upright. Charles caught her around the waist. While he held her with
one arm his free hand flailed her bottom twice more.
“Mmmm, yes. I have been so bad. So evil in my ways and thoughts.”
"Shawna Moore has written a captivating tale
with TORMENTED. The plot moves forward at a steady
pace, but it is Moore's writing that makes this book
stand out from the pack. She has a talent for
finding fresh ways to use language more akin to
poetry than prose. Clouds snuggle, curtains greet
carpets, kisses are caught and a blink can decant
tears. Her writing possesses an almost languid feel,
which is a wonderful contrast to the intense
feelings of her characters.
...Moore has drawn her characters well, developing
Eve's conflict between Christian beliefs and her
love of Charles. She questions how an orgasm, which
feels so good and freeing, could be wrong. At the
same time, she is forced to recognize those around
her may not be quite as they seem. In essence, the
reader takes part in her metamorphosis alongside
her. Moore has also created an interesting and
diverse supporting cast.
...TORMENTED should be a must read for readers in
search of titillation as well as an appreciation of
language. You can almost imagine yourself as Eve as
she grows and comes out of her shell. I look forward
to reading more of Moore's books ."-- Saoirse,
Dark Angel Reviews.
