Summer-bold roars! Howls and Yowls and growls, my beloved ShapeShifter Lovers!
Once upon a LION'S GATE PORTAL on 8/08/2008 my novella TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS was officially e-published. Here's a nostalgic remembrance just cause I felt like it And because my stallion shapeshifter erotic romance was exceptionally fun to write.
So, the sad story follows...
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Summer-Humid Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers!
It’s darn humid on my tame prairie today, and I am absolutely NO fan. Give me a nice dry heat any day.
So, this is a type of anniversary. On August 8, 2008, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS, my stallion shapeshifter erotic romance, was e-published by Aspen Press.
Of course, upon reflection, given the sad end of Aspen Press–the owner had started ripping off us authors at some point–I wish I’d never submitted this sci-fi, kickass-heroine, action-packed story.
I do love the cover art, and I own it. The problem is: I’ve never had enough time or enough energy to revise, then e-publish again. *Sighs*
In fact, I’d planned to write two more as a three book series. I had the material, the plot … I adored my heroine and hero, their love story. Too bad, so sad for me.
Yep, for sure, my tangerine dreams were undone. Crushed.
However, I thought I’d share the synopsis, an excerpt, and some flash scenes I wrote after e-publication. One is the first meeting between Katta and Zio. Then, included is a passion-erotic scene…
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TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS
Tagline: …a fire-shooting
fierce woman…a shapeshifting prince of a stallion…and the tangerine
aphrodisiac winds on a world far away…
Author: Savanna Kougar
Artist: Jinger Heaston
Synopsis:
Corporal
Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father
has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old
rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate
him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s
trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place
to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.
Prince
Ziocese, Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She
shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal
parents won’t accept. Renegade from his world, he still honors his
sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do
anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not.
Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with
extreme pleasure.
Excerpt: From Chapter One ~
“Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope.”
“I’m here,
Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a
wormhole.” Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed
system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp
level–humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
“Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya.”
“Katta, where are you?” Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
“Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque.”
“Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to get him.”
“He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything.” Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
“I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything…”
“Katta, even you can’t–”
“I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground.”
“Come back…” Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
“Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free.”
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
“Tangerine carnal dreams, here I come,” she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder,” she mocked.
Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta
stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. “I don’t
suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get
my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars.”
“Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land.”
The Adonis
male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath
caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes
transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.
“Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?”
“In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?”
“Too much
chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya
on the ground, handsome.” Katta raised one brow. “No men hiding in the
bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?”
Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.
Katta shook
her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all
passion-encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to
undercover gear.
“Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to…” Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my goddess!” she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. “I’m already ruined.”
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Okay, this is a promo post written for the first anniversary of TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS … the flash scene is titled: Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
August 8, 2009
Eight Reasons the Heroine Refused the Hero…
The story opens with my heroine, Corporal Katta, pursuing a
bad guy who has framed her father. She’s in an old space cruiser headed
toward Yemisque, a tiny planet-world where the tangerine light acts
like an aphrodisiac. Little does she realize the stallion-man who has
chased her half-way across the galaxy is waiting.
Prince Ziocese, the hero, is In Pursuit. This is the traditional courtship of his people. The men will chase the wife of their dreams no matter how long it takes until they win her. Okay, Zio is also enjoying the carnal playground, the way of his race until they actually claim their Mate. Yep, being the virile studs they are.
Zio first
sees and scents Katta when he enters the wrong room at a spaceport
hotel, on the way to being with another woman. He’s utterly enchanted,
especially since she’s bathing in a translucent pink tub.
I never wrote that actual scene of Zio and Katta’s first meeting… so, why not now?
Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
Anticipating
a rolling romp with the elf-like Bregril seductress, Zio shoved the
crystal entry card into the tiny slot. Within moments the opaque force
field lowered and Zio knew the female he scented was the same women he’d
watched leave the spaceport bar. He’d trained his lusty eye on her
deliciously round curves and on her beautiful athleticism as she’d
disappeared from view.
Lamenting
the woman hadn’t stayed long enough for him to saunter her way, Zio
committed the unique signature of her scent to his memory. It would be
easier to track her later. Had she remained, he would have nibbled her
ear with words, convincing her out of that intergalactic military
uniform she wore, one that was also specific to her world.
For some
reason he didn’t understand, unless the Bregril woman wanted a
threesome, he stood inside the luxuriously appointed room, inhaling the
officer woman’s honey musk scent and knew she bathed. Moving closer, he
fully indulged his flaring nostrils, drawing in her flame-wild
fragrance, partially due to her fire-shooting ability. Some in her race
possessed the power to shoot lightning-like blazes from their palms.
It had been
whispered about the galaxy, though, that when they were immersed in
water, the power was dampened and nearly useless. If this was some kind
of nefarious setup against him, he hoped that was true. Not all of his
business trades were considered legitimate by any number of worlds.
Zio wasn’t prepared for the sight that met his gaze once he rounded the long sweeping pearlescent wall. Entranced, he stared.
She lay
supine in the pink translucent soaking tub. Her mane of fiery goldspun
hair tumbled in waves down the side and pooled on the clear platform, a
most splendid loveliness. Her strongly formed face was also a sweetness
that tugged at his soul, despite his raging arousal.
Obviously
in a deep state of relaxation, her eyes shut, she didn’t move a muscle.
Folding his arms, he leaned against the stout pillar that formed the
edge of the wall. Gradually, Zio ran his gaze down the length of her
body, seeing only one arm and her leg dangling outside the tub. Her skin
was the color of sun-shimmering ivory and he glimpsed the shape of her
round sumptuous curves through the florescent pink of the bathing tub.
Stars
straight to Eros, even the way her calf was formed belonged to a Love
Goddess. Suppressing his urge to snort ownership like a primitive, he
straightened approaching her.
Almost immediately, she opened one eye. One brightly jeweled eye the same color as the sky above his family lands.
“I didn’t request the attentions of a gigolo.” She spoke in universal galactic, her tone commanding.
“Are you
certain? I’m quite accomplished in the carnal arts.” Zio halted, giving
her time to become accustomed to his physical appearance.
“I’ll just bet you are.” She trained her gaze like a weapon on his standing bulge, yet remained languid in posture, not moving.
“Would you
like a demonstration of my prowess?” Zio eased closer and sank to one
knee before her. Her gaze, ferocious with warning, raised to his face as
he smiled with his male charm. To be singed by her hand would be worth
it, if the whispers were wrong.
“I’d like a
demonstration of you leaving my room. I’m quite accomplished in the use
of a pistol phaser.” With deceptive slowness she lifted her arm from
the water, the tiny weapon held in her palm. “Your career as a gigolo
could be temporarily abated.”
Zio didn’t
doubt her intention or her aim. He didn’t doubt his next words, either.
“Most gorgeous woman in all the galaxy, please, be my bride.”
Her eyelids
fluttered. Staggered, she regarded him seriously. With her training in
the detection of truth, she would know his utter sincerity.
“I must decline.” Her softly spoken words held a stern note and she didn’t lower her pistol phaser.
“Eight
reasons why I should become your husband. Counter them and I will leave.
For now.” Given her high intelligence, Zio decided engaging his future
Mate in this manner would let him remain with her for a longer time.
She blinked
once, then brought the pistol higher, his bare throat her target.
“Eight reasons, I’ll play your ridiculous game. But if you don’t leave,
your voice box is mine.”
Who would
have known his chosen woman would be a warrioress? Zio had certainly
never considered such a wife. Now the thought excited him unbearably
and unbridled his savage passions.
“First reason. My kind are monogamous.”
“A definite plus in a husband. Your kind, against my view, aren’t allowed on my home planet.”
“Second reason. My kind are faithful. No philandering ever.”
She
hesitated for several moments, her breath quickening. It beat his heart
faster. “Another plus. However, bonding by genetic disposition is not
necessarily love.”
“Third reason. I’m fun to ride as a stallion and as a stud.”
The corner
of her mouth threatened to quirk upwards and a hint of amusement shone
in her eyes. “There are other stallions to ride on my world. And I’m not
interested in living with an arrogant stud.”
“Fourth reason. I have the means to take care of you, to provide your every desire.”
“Is that
so? How would I know that? True, your garments do display a certain
level of wealth. However, that hardly guarantees your words.” She eyed
him, her expression as intense as a no nonsense mare.
“Fifth reason. My endurance will be to your liking in our marital pleasures.”
A small
smile possessed her kissable, temptress-full lips. “Endurance is one of
my requirements in a husband. Since I’m not willing to give up my home
world, your studly endurance doesn’t count.”
“Sixth reason. My heart already favors you. Ours will be a marriage of love.”
The misty
softening of her eyes for the barest moment had Zio ready to lunge for
her and capture her as his. Only his promise to her kept him immobile.
“My heart
is not easily won. If you want a loving bride, choose another.”
Emotional pain as he’d rarely witnessed flared up in her eyes, only to
be swiftly hidden.
“Seventh reason. I dance extraordinarily well.”
She raised one redgold brow. “By yourself?”
“Alone, and as your partner. You will find it a delight to dance in my arms.”
“A delight?
That is tempting, I admit. Still, who do I dance with on my world? I’m
betting a year’s pay, you’re nature as a husband is possessive.”
“Primal and possessive.” Zio reined in his rearing ‘nature’. “Is it Corporal, your rank?”
“Your
eighth reason. I’ve been on a long draining assignment and my patience
is hanging by a thread. Or should I say, by a horse hair?”
“Eighth reason. With one touch I will bring you down to your knees, your passion for me as scorching as the flames you shoot.”
She studied
his face, speculation flickering in her eyes along with something else,
embers of awakened desire. “Maybe.” Her voice was tight with restraint.
“With one touch of my thumb I will bring you down to the floor,
writhing in agony and clutching your throat.”
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Lastly, this is a series of flash scenes I posted on Shapeshifter Seductions. They are a prequel to TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS.
June 25, 2010
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part One ~
“Asteroid
crapola!” Katta muttered. Impatience sliced through her with a
viciousness unusual to her. From her intel-alliance with other
intergalactic law agencies she knew Zio, the sky horse, as she thought
of him, practically stud-nipped at her butt. Once again.
His private
vessel was due to dock shortly. True to his equine race’s mating
behavior, he’d chased her to every spaceport, his pursuit annoyingly
relentless.
Slinging
her lightweight travel bag onto her back, Katta entered the stream of
disembarking passengers. Distracted with thoughts about how to escape
the stud not-of-her-dreams, she remembered to smile at the star
cruiser’s steward as if she merely enjoyed her vacation.
The
tiger-shifter Huugosox man smiled engagingly in return. His direct gaze
suggested he found her more enticing than the women ahead of her, now
passing through the ship’s opulent, holo-generated exit.
Yeah, that’s what she so needed, a sex-clawing tiger instead of a wild-to-mount-her-ass stallion.
Not that
she blamed the steward. To make herself appear like a fun-girl tourist,
Katta had donned her outrageously pink bodysuit, the one that gleamed
like water over her curves and served to sexually stun many alien-race
men. Always an advantage when it came to protecting herself from
numerous enemies, plus the other vermin-like villains she encountered on
assignments.
Resisting
the urge to extend her palm and shoot her flame at will, Katta flattened
her hand on her thigh. Star hole hell! She hated being in the midst of
crowds. Yet, here she was temporarily trapped. Taking deep breaths of
the good-quality atmosphere, she moved with the other passengers along
the corridor that led to a three-layered complex. Filled with shopping
areas and galactic-cuisine eateries, the accommodations also ranged from
simple to extravagant.
Katta’s
palm itched nastily, ready to fire. Even though the area was spacious,
she instinctively wanted to clear a path so she could flame Zio’s ass.
Or his front. Whatever she could flash-fast target.
Once she
reached the ultra-enormous sphere that was the spaceport complex, she
strode onto the center walkway because it cut straight through like a
diameter. Briskly moving, Katta scouted for a strategic place to hang
out until she could hop onto the space jet she’d chartered. Not
available for another quarter of the day.
By now, her
stallion shifter pursuer knew the type of places she favored for food,
for entertainment, and for gear. Seeing a large selection of
possibilities, she ignored the inviting gaze of a Gracc man and leapt
onto one of the stairway gliders. Used to various levels of gravity, her
body automatically adjusted, and she landed lightly. In no time, she
stepped onto the second level. Spotting a lingerie shop that only
allowed women inside, she practically jogged toward the entrance.
“Nova-sex
wow!” Katta slowly rotated, gaping at the gorgeously presented displays
of exotic and beautiful lingerie. From dreamy ethereal to hardcore
I-want-it-rough, each collection had its own setting that was mood
perfection.
When she
noticed how tightly she clutched the strap of her bag, Katta brought it
before her and slipped her hand inside the weapon’s pocket. Her tiny
pulse pen could blind most races with one strike.
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The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Two ~
“Goddess do
behold,” Katta whispered, “this shop could be on Yemisque, tangerine
carnal playground for the rich and famous. And, everyone else. But,
especially for my sister.”
“May I be
of assistance?” The galactic-speak of an Isyrik woman had Katta whipping
around. The woman’s melodic voice was ‘anti-matter’ at odds with her
appearance. A couple of heads taller, she was muscled to the max, yet,
attired in a gown made out of soft fluid fabric.
Katta
relaxed her stance. “You’re an expert. What would you recommend? I mean,
this wouldn’t be for a lover. I want something for myself.”
“To enjoy your own beauty?” The Isyrik’s gaze sparkled with understanding, and Katta mentally sighed with relief.
“Yes. For my own pleasure.”
“May I show you to a private room?”
The thought
was music to her ears, and Katta changed her expression to brightly
hopeful. “Please. I have extra coin I’m dying to spend.”
“Ah, truly
the universal language. This way.” The woman led her toward the
surrounding ring of rooms. Most of the entries had been sealed
indicating a large number of customers.
In short
order, Katta waited inside an old-style, glamorous changing room, one
that used mirrored surfaces instead of holo projection. With charming
efficiency, her Isyrik attendant had presented a series of images. Katta
chose her five favorites. Now, she sizzly tingled with anticipation at
the thought of trying on the lingerie pieces.
Stripping
off her bodysuit, then removing her adhering weaponry, she moved into
the cleansing tube only briefly. Since the sky horse had been notorious
at gaining entry where he wasn’t allowed, Katta retrieved the weapon she
called her stud inhibitor, once she’d slipped on the gauze covering.
Katta had
already used the device twice on her stallion-man nemesis. While she
didn’t relish punishing his balls with pain, or paralyzing his body, it
had been worth it the first time. Staggered, more from being unable to
move, than any actual pain, Zio’s pride had suffered huge as a red giant
sun.
His
cryogenic-like frozen expression had said it all. Katta giggled at the
memory spontaneously. Giggling was a rare occurrence for her, except
when her sis, Jessa, got hold of her funny bone and didn’t let go.
At the
time, Katta had sauntered the entire length of the raucous frenetic
danceclub. She’d used her psi-hindsight to watch the rutting-disabled
sky horse as his gaze ‘chased’ after her. Like a high class harlot on
Mryub, Katta had exaggerated the sway of her hips, unable to resist
tormenting him. He deserved it, given the *caught in a comet’s tail*
hell he put her through.
Grab-a-laugh,
yeah, Zio had been one mortified and fiercely frustrated man-stallion.
Katta figured that would end his intergalactic chase. Nope. And no
blue-star hope of ridding herself of his pursuit. He’d recovered all too
fast, galloping his fleet trader’s craft over and under a space field
of plasma clouds with an expertise that surprised her.
As the
Isyrik woman entered with the gleaming rack of lingerie, Katta placed
the stud inhibitor within reach. Smiling, she presented a small pouch of
coin. “Whatever the difference in purchase price is, we’ll settle once
I’ve decided.”
With a
gracious nod of her head, the woman departed. Excitement quivered her
belly and Katta quickly shed the gauze covering. Outrageously purple,
the ultra-thin leather barely contained her breasts, and made her
nipples look like beckoning sluts. The matching swirly micro-skirt clung
below her hips. At each turn, it rippled showing off her butt.
Katta
grinned and strutted, happy with her super-sexual appearance. After
removing the simple design, she placed it on the buy tray. Since flaming
red was one of her favored colors, Katta reached for the garment that
wrapped around her bare body like an animal’s stripes.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” she whispered, and felt herself moan in appreciation.
“Primitive
and definitely to my liking, beautiful woman. Shall I watch you parade
before the mirrors again? Before I claim you?”
Katta froze for a fraction of a second only. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she grabbed for the stud inhibitor.
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The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Three ~ Hung Like a Horse
Using her
palm to flame the incorrigible stud would cost Katta seconds she
couldn’t afford. The inhibitor glowed, ready to fire. She whipped
around with it, pointing at the apex of his all-too-handsome thighs.
Even as she
shot the bright orange pulses, Katta knew she’d lost this round.
Harmlessly, they sparked off his flight breeches. The sable-brown
leather not only hugged his legs, but faithfully displayed the outline
of his balls… hell’s own moan… larger than some planetoids she’d seen.
Lowering
the inhibitor gradually, Katta followed the I-intend-to-take-you
monolith that was his crotch. Obviously, the sky horse had protected
himself with a sheet of platinum-diamond composite. The expense was
galaxies-beyond her pay grade.
“Your
welcoming perusal of my passion for you encourages my heart, my future
mate.” The man-stallion approached with a smooth gait, despite the large
impediment trapped inside his elegantly fashioned breeches.
“Welcoming?”
Katta dead-aimed her hand for his heart, given his rakishly styled
shirt exposed the deep bronze skin of his chest.
Mere
strides away, Zio captured her wrist. Katta smacked her other palm on
the impossibly hard muscles of his chest and called forth her fire. But
her flame fizzled, betraying her. Her breath caught in her throat as she
inhaled his maleness. Damn it to the cosmic wasteland, his virile scent
always put her beneath his stud spell.
Their gazes
clashed as he backed her against one of the mirror panels. “Katta.” His
harsh breaths did terrible and wonderful things to her nether sex
parts. So did his long tall cock as he pressed it against her belly.
“Kattalonia, beautiful one, you know you belong to me.”
“I belong
to no one, but myself, you decadent beast.” Somehow she’d managed to get
the words past her embarrassingly quick pants, and even made them sound
defiant.
“Decadent
beast. I adore how you tease my libido with your lover’s names for me.”
His dark amused tone rubbed over her deliciously.
One more
time, Katta attempted to flame his chest, but she was hopelessly lost to
her desires, a pool of hot yearning plasma. For him. Crap-particles,
her usual luck had failed her.
“I am not
your lover.” She might as well as have told him they were lovers
eternal, given the impassioned flicker in the depth of his eyes. Only
for her.
“My woman.” Releasing her wrist, he caressed to her elbow with a slow sensuality that made her gasp in pleasure.
Katta let her eyelids fall shut. “No. You can’t…I swear I’m going to laser-bake those balls of yours.”
His answer
was to more firmly nestle his cock against her belly. Despite the
leather barrier, the heat of his flesh monolith caused her to smolder
all over, but especially between the lips of her pussy. Katta whimpered
before she could suppress it.
“Just
thinking of you, and now seeing you.” His nose nuzzled up the side of
her neck. “Smelling you, Kattalonia, laser-heats my balls. I am ready to
mount you. Lunge inside you until I hear your sweet screams of
surrender. Your wild moans of bliss.”
“Oh, God of starfire, take me.”
~~~~~~
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Four ~
Did those
words really slip past her lips? Katta knew they had. Why, oh
bent-space-hell why did she turn into a mindless wanton for him? Only
him.
“Katta.” He
groaned her name against her mouth. His lips seized hers in that
dominant way that made resistance impossible. In that way, also, that
ignited her like old-fashioned rocket thrusters. Zing out into space she
went, lust’s slave.
He leaned
forward pinning her to the mirror’s slippery surface with his
stud-muscled frame. Goddess of the universe, could anything ever feel
better? Certainly not in the I-want-this-man department. Planting his
hands on either side of her, Zio fused their lips and ground his mouth
against hers until she moaned uncontrollably.
Returning
passion for passion, Katta let her hands go wild, and have their way
with his back. The slick fabric of his shirt only encouraged her,
defining the fierce strength of his stallion-like physique.
Feeling
like a sex starved she-devil, Katta lunged upward. At the same time, she
thrust her tongue past the barrier of his lips. The sky horse had never
denied her before. He didn’t now. Their tongues battled for supremacy.
Tangling, sliding, writhing furiously in an all-out war that brought
about the most intense spikes of pleasure and need.
Zio stepped
back suddenly, and lowered his hooded gaze. With a deliberation that
drove her straight to weak-kneed insanity, he claimed every inch of her.
His, the star-storm glitter of his eyes proclaimed. His to take as he
pleased.
Helpless, with her hands trying to clutch the mirror panel, Katta watched him strip off his shirt. He tossed it aside, his demeanor the casual arrogance she despised, but dreamed about… unbidden dreams that became raunchy fantasies and always ended with his cock ravaging her. Oh, Goddess, don’t save her.
Not yet.
Katta
whimpered as he loosened his breeches, the nano-specialized leather
yielding to his touch. The slickness of her inner thighs threatened to
be her undoing, as in landing on her ass. Loosed from its prison, she
watched the forceful lunge of his cock toward her. Katta fell back
against the mirror, barely glimpsing him palm off his boots, then his
breeches.
“Woman. My woman.” His gaze was only for her face, only for her eyes. And, only for her.
She witnessed it in the deep-space black depths of his eyes.
Katta
screamed inside for him to come take her. She might have screamed the
words, maybe… but her loud breathy pants didn’t allow for any other
sound to escape.
With a
growl that was utter possession, he launched against her. She felt the
edge of his teeth slightly graze her shoulder a split second before he
gripped the red striping. Zio tore the lingerie from her body so
ruthlessly, Katta’s entire body quaked.
Beneath his
hungry gaze her breasts trembled. Out-of-this galaxy sensations she’d
never felt ripped through her. Simultaneously, her nipples ripened to an
ache only he could stop.
That’s what got her every time – why she couldn’t fight him, or deny him – their overwhelming take-no-prisoners passion.
“Zio… yes. Yes, you bad wicked stud.”
~~~~~~
I hope you enjoyed my authorly trip down memory lane. Smiles.
Run on the Wild Side of Romance
Kisses,
Savanna Kougar
