The Forgotten Paperback – part 1

Hello hello!

I’m joining the Sunday Snog today with an excerpt from my newly released paperback version of Taking Flight – book 2 in my Clockwork Butterfly trilogy.
I’m useless at promoting my books so haven’t even tweeted news of its existence. Please consider this snog an unofficial launch party!
I hope you’ll be tempted…
Here’s the universal link
Taking Flight
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Withdrawing her leg from his lap, she started
to crawl toward
him, seductively licking her lips, and reached out to his shirt buttons.
For the briefest
second something passed
over his face that she couldn’t quite read. The look of lust returned quickly
and a hand slid into her blouse, freeing her breast
from her fine, lacy bra. At once, her nipple stiffened under his touch. With the other, he lifted her chin and gazed deep into her eyes.
“I love you,”
he said with an intensity
that, if she hadn’t known him so well, would have scared her.
“I know.” She brushed the feeling
of uneasiness away and leaned in to those full lips. “I love you too.”
He met her kiss and rose powerfully, lifting her with one arm while pushing himself to a standing position with the other.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth clamped to his,
feasting on his juicy flesh as he carried
her through to the bedroom.
There
was an urgency to his movements and he flung her onto the bed roughly,
tearing off his shirt while staring at her determinedly. It turned
her on beyond description to be wanted
this badly. She braced herself
for his weight
as he almost
threw himself on top of her, devouring and licking at her neck and collarbone, just at the dip that drove her wild.
Her nails dug into his flesh and she helped
tear his jeans off, hooking
a toe in on the way down to kick them away.
He loomed above her, a huge figure of
muscle and lust, and she melted beneath
him, opening
herself up for him. Wrapping
her legs around
his hips, she pressed his buttocks with her heels, beckoning him into her. He resisted and shifted his weight
onto one elbow, tracing her face with his fingertips, brushing strands of hair from her lips. Following his caress with her mouth, she tried to catch his finger
with her tongue,
draw it into her, suckle on
it, but he only let her have a tiny taste
before dipping it into his own mouth,
coating his long, thick
digits with saliva. She quivered
as he seductively slid them out, letting
his lips smack shut as he snaked his fingers down to her panties.
He eased the fabric aside and worked along the entire
length of her vulva like a bow, playing her like a perfectlyn. She released her breath as
slowly as she could as he toyed
with her lips and bud, dipping down to her rear and pressing gently,
before sliding back up and parting her. She loved the way he held her like this, just open long enough for her to tense a little, before
plunging his fingers
deep into her, wriggling them and forcing
them in with the weight
of his whole body. He cupped her mound while he thrust in and out and kissed her again, raw and lustful.
He ate her up and she responded, straining her chin up to
meet his feasting.
“I need to taste all of you,” he
said, his voice
thick with lust and want, and he deftly whipped off her sodden knickers
and threw them aside.
Her pussy was convulsing under his expert
touch and she was aware of her juices flowing out over his hands. She knew he loved it; he loved how hot and wet she got. He pulled his fingers free and moved his way down her torso, kissing and nibbling all the way to the rise of her mound where
he paused, inhaling
the scent of her private
curls. Smiling to herself, she raked her fingers in his hair and wrapped
her legs over his back, tipping
her pelvis up, urging him downward. He obeyed at once and flattened
his strong tongue
against her pussy lips, opening
them tenderly, feeling his way onto the tip of her bud then down underneath it, gently undulating the sensitive nub while Deborah
tried her best not to wriggle away. Sometimes the pleasure
was so intense that
she could hardly bear it and her body would tense.
It was at that moment,
he would tell her, that she should
relax the most, breathe,
and be rewarded with the sublime intensity
that most people would never be able to handle.
So she tried. She stilled
her tightening muscles
and tipped her hips
rhythmically to meet his tonguing. His licking was gathering
momentum and strength and he slipped
his fingers back inside her,
hooking
them in at that special
spot. She closed
around them, she couldn’t help it, and he scissored his digits to open her up again. Pressure
mounted in her clit
and shot down into the very depths of her sex where his fingers worked.
Her grip tightened
in his hair and he groaned at
her arousal. Just as she felt the peak and well of her orgasm, he pulled away abruptly
and lurched back up to her face. She smiled at him, knowing
they needed to own each other with their sexes now.
Grabbing her wrists, he stretched her body as he pulled
her arms up over her head. He hovered above her, admiring her breasts through
her disheveled clothing,
and she admired him back, lifting her head to look down at his cock between her thighs.
She could see it glistening with that delightful pearl of fluid that signified his ferocious want, and she braced herself.
He paused for one
more second, then took aim and sank his hard shaft all the way into her, stretching and sliding until she had to shift to accommodate his full length. Releasing her wrists,
he shuffled his forearms
under her legs and slid them up his biceps onto his chest, bending her double.
Slowly, he pushed
himself in even deeper.
Crying
out in beautiful agony, she took all of him, savoring the feeling of being utterly impaled by her lover. He stayed
there for a moment and gazed at her, urging
her with the look she knew, telling
her to relax. She breathed
in deeply, then exhaled the tension in her vagina. He slid out slowly,
making her feel like she was being pulled
with him, just a little,
then he gently sank back in. He did this a few more times then began to pulse in and out, a little more vigorously, staring into Deborah’s eyes all the while.
Her legs lost their tension
and flopped against
his shoulders and chest as he bounced in and out of her, lengthening his withdrawal with every
thrust. Her pussy
felt raw with being fucked so hard and deep, and her juices were flowing, turning
her on, as he rammed against
her g-spot
until her climax
began to build again. She reached down between the back of her thigh and his torso and felt
her way from behind into the space where
her bud strained from between her pussy lips. He must have felt what was going on and grabbed her probing fingers,
squeezing them together
and using them as a tool to rub her clit. It was so hot to have her own
hand used like a
sex toy in that way, and she gave over control of herself, watching
him watch their hands on her pussy and his cock stretching and fucking
her.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Just feel. Just become your orgasm.”
Her eyelids fluttered
shut and she concentrated on breathing into every cell in her body.
Light
seemed to flood through her and each beam focused
in on her rising
sex. Deborah fell deeper into her vision as he plunged and thrust and fucked, and the lights
began to dance as she opened her
eyes to see his thick cock disappear into her one last time as he bucked
and came inside her. Her pussy
convulsed as he roughly
rubbed her fingers
onto her clit,
and she exploded in raw, feral energy, mingling
her fluid with his.
He flopped on top of her and she struggled to breathe with the weight of
him on her chest.
He shifted his body a little
to allow her to take in air but held her fast with her fingers still jammed to her sex
and him still inside her.
“I want you to remember
this moment. Remember
this time of us being utterly
as one.” That look had returned, and panic rose in Deborah’s
chest.
“Silly
talk,” she said dismissively, and feigned a giggle, but his intense
stare never wavered and
she had to look away.
He was right.
They’d got away with it for
too long. He was sure to be found soon and taken
to the farms. She thought
of the day they’d
made the decision
to hide him there, in their home. He’d quit his job, saying he was going
back to look after his parents south
of the border. That
was before the farms were common
knowledge. Deborah had heard rumors
of their existence and they’d
acted on them immediately, playing
out an acrimonious split for the benefit of neighbors and colleagues, but he’d never left. He’d simply stayed
indoors and hid.
Any fertile males had long since been removed from communities and taken to the manors, but it was only a matter of time before the increasingly powerful Archmatria government began to find ways of using the infertile
men who remained for their
own gains. Deborah had decided
to keep her head down and find a cure as quickly as possible
to stop what she believed were going to be bad times ahead.
“Why don’t we start an uprising?” Marcus had said,
only half joking,
before he’d gone into hiding. But they’d both known it would have been a futile
waste of their remaining time together.
They’d decided the only way was to keep working
on a cure. Or at least discovering a reason for the sudden
proliferation of the toxins.
Deborah pried her way out from underneath Marcus and rolled onto her side. Their mingled fluids trickled
from her onto the sheets
and she reached
down between her legs and gently
cupped her hands over her sex, trying to keep it all inside.
If she could keep it all in, maybe
he would be able to stay forever.
The excitement from the discovery at the lab ebbed away, leaving a soft melancholy in its wake.
Deborah
was just drifting
off in Marcus’s arms when harsh banging
at the front door woke them into full alert.
Panicking, Deborah frantically clutched at the objects
on her bedside table,
searching for the clock.
“Don’t
bother.” Marcus reached
over and laid a calming
hand on hers. “It’s still
dark.

They’ve come for
me.”
and there you have it! It’s all apocalyptic dystopian action from there on in – lovers on the run – sex and high action while the world is ending! 
Buy Taking Flight, the forgotten paperback here
Come back tomorrow for part 2 of the forgotten paperback 🙂
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