Squee!!! We’re soooooo close now to the release of Complete Me, book 3 of the Stark Trilogy by me (J. Kenner!)!
Just a few more #StarkOnSaturday posts until the release of Complete Me, book three in the Stark Trilogy that began with with Release Me, continued with Claim Me, and will conclude with Complete Me! )
(And thanks to my UK publisher, Eternal Romance, for the awesome graphic!)
I’ve been “steaming” at Disneyworld, so here’s a “steamy” excerpt!
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says as he brushes the pad of his thumb across my lips.
I open my mouth, drawing him in, then close my eyes and savor the taste of him. “Aren’t you the one who told me that pain and passion go hand in hand?” I murmur when I finally release him.
I watch as his eyes darken, then gasp as he pushes me back onto the narrow bed. Desire—hot and heavy—slams through me with such force and power it makes me dizzy. I need him—I need his hands upon my breasts and his body against mine. I need his tongue in my mouth and his cock deep inside me.
I need to feel the connection between us. I need to revel in it, to bathe in it.
I need to feel what I already know—that Damien is mine, and that I am and always will be his.
His hands are holding fast to my wrists, keeping my arms stretched above my head. He holds me tight, and I wince from the pain of my skin twisting in his grip, then cry out again when he violently kneads my breasts through my thin cotton shirt. “Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
He lowers his mouth to my breast, suckling through my shirt before shoving it up, then tugging my breast free from my bra. He is straddling me at the hips, and I am breathing hard, unable to move as his hands hold me down and his mouth closes over my now bare breast. He draws the nipple in between his lips, sucking so intensely that I arch up, then cry out when he bites down, his teeth drawing tighter than the little silver rings.
He pulls away, tugging the nipple with him, and I arch up, wanting more—wanting that sensual bite, that seductive sting.
“Tell me what you need,” he demands.
“You,” I say. “I need you.”
“Goddammit, Nikki,” he growls, “that’s not what I mean. Tell me what you need.”
And that’s when I realize—of course he saw the flute. Of course he knew what I was thinking. Damien knows; hell, he always knows.
“I need you,” I repeat hoarsely. “That’s all I need. I wasn’t going to do it, I swear. I thought about it, but I wasn’t going to do it.”
“Oh, baby.” His mouth closes over mine, and he is kissing me, wild and hungry and with so much fervency I feel as though we will both get lost in it. His hands move over my body and I writhe under his touch, every sense firing. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I brought you there, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
“No,” I say. “It’s me. Only me. And you’re what keeps me strong. Oh, god, Damien, please,” I add, because I cannot have his hands on me and have this conversation at the same time. “Now, please, I need you now.”
And if you missed Release Me, you can snag your copy from your favorite retailers here:
Amazon United Kingdom
Barnes and Noble (print or Nook)