Soo, this is the first time I'm ever participating in a 'blog hop'; let's hope it works! For this week's 'wip it up Wednesday', I've decided to share an excerpt from one of my current works in progress: working title: 'Finding Herself'...
'Well? Would you live happily ever after with Colin?'
'Well? Would you live happily ever after with Colin?'
Damn.
'I... I'm not sure. He and I, well, we're different in a lot of ways.
He's very sweet, though, and has always been kind to me.'
Reaching out, Leon slowly
wrapped her long hair around his fist and drew her face up until she
was looking directly into his eyes. 'You need more though, don't you
girl?' he growled, his voice reverberating through her very soul.
'You need a strong man who knows what he wants and won't take any
crap from you. You need a man who will love you and cherish you, and
hurt you, and fuck you like you've never been fucked before.'
Almost instantly, Kimba was once
again reduced to a quivering mass of desire as she heard the words
she had only ever imagined said to her, late at night, as she
feverishly masturbated, alone. 'Yes Sir,' she whispered, her voice
thick with lust.
'I thought so.' He let go of her
hair and settled back down into his seat, lifting his half-smoked
cigarette to his lips and picking up his coffee as if nothing had
happened. As if the girl beside him wasn't almost trembling with the
sudden need to have him deep inside her until she was screaming.
How
does he do it?
How
can a couple of mere sentences reduce me to such a keening, wanton
little slut?
she wondered, squeezing her thighs together in an unconscious attempt
to regain some semblance of self-control.
'I want to fuck you, Kimba,' he
spoke suddenly, calmly. 'I've had a borderline painful hard-on since
the instant you walked through the front door – and I prefer to
dish pain out, not suffer it. So if you agree to let me share your
bed tonight, you have been warned. It's your choice.'
Taking a deep, shuddering
breath, Kimba extinguished what was left of her cigarette and drank
the last mouthful of coffee before setting down her mug. When she
finally answered him, it was with a single word. 'Yes.'