Marked for Pleasure (15 page)

His tongue swirled around the dark, tight hole of her anus. The sensation swept over her like wildfire, spreading heat all over her body. She arched back, her flesh needing more, needing it all. He bit the soft flesh of her ass and made a feral sound as he did. His mouth went back to tormenting the rigid flesh around the forbidden entrance while two fingers thrust inside her pussy. He sought and found the spot inside that electrified her.

She lost control.

Her hips rotated frantically toward his fingers, toward his wicked tongue, toward completion. He added a third finger into her pussy, stretching her, filling her. Then his tongue stabbed inside her ass, and she splintered, her release blanking out everything but Conner. She couldn't scream. She couldn't breathe. Everything stopped but the roll of her orgasm.

Her shudders were still racking her body when he flipped her onto her back. He knelt between her legs; his cock rested at the entrance of her pussy. “Open your eyes, little bird.”

She blinked and stared at his face. God, he was so sexy, so in control. With one smooth move, he filled her pussy with his cock. Her muscles clenched around him, sucking him deeper. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and deepen his penetration. The slide of his cock scraped her clit as he slammed inside her.

Time stopped. Her gaze met his. For that instant, the connection between them was more than the slap of his penis inside her, more than his hands clenched on her hips. It was everything. He thrust and held his cock there. She lifted her marked arm and laid her hand on his cheek. He turned and pressed his lips softly onto her wrist.

Tears gathered in her eyes. The moment was more tender than anything they'd ever shared, and spoke more of what she meant to him than their physical connection. Then her body shattered, and the physical took over. Her release washed over her like a giant wave. She cried out his name, and his hips pistoned faster, harder, extending her pleasure. She thrashed beneath him, and then he exploded inside her.

Her eyes flew open to watch this moment. His head thrown back, the cords of his neck stretched taut, his features set in intense pleasure, he was gorgeous, sexy. The stream of his release burned her, and the mark on her arm throbbed in painful pleasure. Together, they careened over the edge, their ecstasy shared.

His breath blew hot over her hair. She clasped his head in her hands. She pressed her lips against his, her tongue sliding along his flesh. He opened his mouth, and she met his tongue with hers in an erotic tangle. She didn't want the moment to end, didn't want the connection to fade. He didn't withdraw, the heaviness of his body a welcome pressure on her sensitive skin.

Too soon, he lifted his head and rolled to his side, pulling her into the crook of his arm. “I love you, Rhea.”

“I love you too, Conner.” She finally said the words. They'd been there, on her lips, many times. Now, she could say them. “So much,” she said as she kissed his neck.

He eased away so he could gaze at her. “You're sure? Really sure?”

Her heart clenched at the doubt, the hesitancy in his voice, the way his green eyes waited for her answer. “Yes, I'm sure. I called you 'Master,' didn't I?”

He smiled slowly and brushed her lips with his. “Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead. “Where would you like to live? I haven't asked you about any of this. So, wherever you want to settle, we will. If you want to go home, we can go to Corilus.”

She knew this man. Regardless of what he'd been doing and where he had traveled for the last three years, his home was Nylar. Yet now that he was free to go to his home planet, he offered to give it up to please her.

Her heart clenched. The dominant from Nylar gave the power to his submissive. She blinked away tears and leaned up to kiss him. She had to admit. She loved the idea of living on a planet that viewed domination and submission as normal, accepted, important. Inches from his mouth, she spoke her decision. “I want to go home with you. To Nylar.”

His arms banded around her tightly. “Are you sure, little bird? I swear I'll go wherever you want. I want you to be happy.”

She didn't need to think about it. “I'm happy with you, Conner. Let's go home.” She stroked his cheek with her fingers.

He nuzzled her neck and then kissed her gently. “I
am
home.”

Once upon a time, there was a little girl…

I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to sneak them from my mother's bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. When I was thirteen, I read Frank Herbert's “Dune” series and Terry Brooks' “Shannara” series. I always loved to write but never thought about becoming an author.

In 2003, a profound experience changed that. My mother showed me a manuscript written by my father. No one had ever seen it. No agent. No editor. No one. He died in 2002 never realizing his dream to be a published author.

I wondered if that would be my fate? Would my family come across my attempts at storytelling and shake their heads in pity? I vowed that I would at least try.

Romance seemed to be my genre, but I loved to visit other worlds, other planets, in my stories. Jennifer Leeland was born when I wanted to write erotic romance. I'd loved reading it and wanted to take a shot. It turned out that writing erotic was as much fun as reading it. The more I write, the farther I want to go. The pleasure of combining my love for science fiction and my love for erotic romance has been fantastic.

I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on occasion, and my two dirt-faced Okie kids in the Northern California boonies.

Web site:
http://jenniferleeland.com

Blog:
http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com