COMING IN OCTOBER 2008! From Ellora's Cave TORMENTED... A Boston socialite’s hope is blind but given sight when a handsome practitioner accepts her challenging medical case. While shipboard in 1888, Eve Morneau is the victim of a venomous beetle’s bite. Her healing and sexual awakening are placed in the hands of a New Orleans physician, Charles Galletiére. Charles not only shuns society but also the treatment regimens practiced by his peers. Eve is pitted against more than one foe as she struggles with her attraction to Charles and wonders whether or not her cure and a romantic commitment from him are possible.  © Shawna Moore

“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.”

“No.” Wet kisses covered the stinging spots on her backside. “You are a merely a woman who is letting herself go. Experiencing pleasure as she should.” © Shawna Moore