About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 11)



House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
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“Oh God!” She shuddered and convulsed, letting out a loud moaning cry. Her tight pussy clenched around his finger with her climax.
Hearing the pleasure he gave her filled Connor with a sense of deep satisfaction; but he was not done with her yet. This was just the first act.
Panting and twitching with tiny aftershocks, she slumped backwards on his chest.
Though his body demanded release as well, he would not give in. He had already indulged in her blood; sexual release would wait until he had given her more. Her needs were more important and he wanted to ensure her satisfaction first.
He scooted out from behind her, letting her fall back into the pillows. She looked at peace. With heavy-lidded eyes, she gazed up at him. An endearing, goofy, crooked grin covered her face.
“That was—”
He put a finger to her lips. “There is no need for words. The moans of your pleasure tell me all I need to know.” He bent down, replacing his finger with his lips.

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The smoldering flames of her recently spent passion instantly reignited at the touch of his soft lips. As he claimed her mouth, Daphne felt the heat rising again. She would never have believed she could withstand such heat but somehow, her body ached for more.
His velvety tongue dipped into her mouth, coaxing hers to dance with his while he teased and explored.
Daphne felt his kiss alone could bring her to another climax; her body was his to command.
He left her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts. She flushed with excitement. Daphne couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen and was amazed that her subconscious wasn’t screaming at her to stop it. She didn’t want to stop it, she wanted more.
He nipped playfully at her hardened nipples, sending tiny shocks of white-hot pleasure shooting through her body.
Moisture pooled between her legs as she cooed and moaned for more.
He explored lower, his tongue swirling slowly on her sensitive skin. Connor traced every inch of her body, caressing, lapping, tickling; causing her blood to boil with desire for more.
So this is a Tongue Lashing.
 As if he were reading the thoughts straight from her mind, he sat up. Smiling wickedly, he removed her jeans. The rough denim material felt like sandpaper on her sensitized skin. He soothed the irritation with a gentle kiss as his hands reached to remove her panties now soaked with her pleasure. Connor quickly tossed them aside and bent his head to lap at the heat between her legs.
The moment his tongue caressed her overly sensitive clit, she bucked, letting out a loud cry. He swirled and caressed her pearl, writing invisible words of pleasure, composing symphonies of ecstasy, making her sing his praise. His strong hands grabbed hold of her hips as he plunged his tongue deep into her folds. Overcome with sensation, she reached out to find some anchor to cling to. Balling the sheets tight in her hands, Daphne rode the wave of pleasure he sent surging through her body.
What was his name? That asshole, who cheated on her? Daphne couldn’t remember any longer. He had never been so concerned with her pleasure. He had never done the things that Connor was doing to her. The memory of him faded, slowly replaced by this god of a man, commanding her body to feel each and every delight she had been denied.
Connor lapped and flicked, teasing her clit, causing her hot juices to flow freely from her heated core. One hand left her hips. Connor looked up catching Daphne’s eyes as he traced a finger down her belly, to her wet folds. Slowly, he dipped it into her wetness. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long moan of satisfaction. He bent his head again to lap at her clit as he sent his finger deep inside her heat. She relished this new pleasurable sensation filling her, and allowed her hips to rock with his movements.
Writhing in a whirlwind of pure ecstasy, Daphne could barely form a coherent thought. He lapped at her cream as if wanting to savor every drop. One finger soon became two as he urged her body onward, toward climax. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. His tongue and his touch commanded her. She moaned, praising Connor’s name as he brought her to a second and more powerful climax.
Gasping for breath, Daphne lay panting, her heart beating wildly in her chest, her knuckles white from holding the bedsheets so tightly as the climax caused her to explode into a million pieces. 

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