The phantom woman arouses her… but who is she exactly?
Mar 22, 2023 4:21 pm
Catch a Snippet of This Sexy Phantom!
Hello my lovely bookworm, .
I've been having loads of fun exploring these characters in my latest book, Taming a Tiger.
Allow me to ask you a question...
Are you into dark romances with feisty leads and brooding love interests?
If yes, keep scrolling!
From Episode 16 on Vella/Chapter 3 On Patreon:
“Have you figured out what I am?” The phantom woman approaches, her movements fluid, long legs taking broad steps with hips swimming to match her gait. It depicts the feline she harbors, and she’s terribly seductive.
“A pain in my ass, witch.”
She chuckles, amused. “I am no witch, lotus.”
“You have magic in your veins.” My brows furrow. I’d been thinking she was a hybrid between feline and witch. How could I be wrong? Felines can’t harbor magic, not like this at least.
“That’s beside the point.” She appears before me, taking my face into her hands. I press a dagger into her stomach, or where I believe it to be.
Her shadowed face, shrouded in darkness, descends upon mine.
“I am to be your betrothed. My lotus will fall into my clutches.” She murmurs, grazing her lips against mine. “I’ll pet your precious petals for eternity.”
My breath hitches then shudders.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
The phantom woman’s fingers trail over my hips, then her palms push me flush to the wall. When her lips part to answer me, she descends them closer to mine, teasing me. Frustration flares through my veins, lighting a fire in the pit of my belly, and I grip the hilt of my dagger and sink the blade into her flesh and take a step forward.
She growls, grabbing the wrist holding the dagger skewering her.
Shoving me against the wall, the phantom woman kisses me, resulting in her sinking onto my dagger to the hilt. Regardless of the pain, her passion is seizing as her tongue pushes past the seam of my lips. Her taste explodes in my mouth and I swipe to explore her. I moan into the kiss, my brows furrowing, and my free hand digs into her hair to pull her face closer to mine.
I feel her grin, and our bodies roll passionately with one another. My pussy clenches and she shoves a thigh between my legs. I grind my clit against her to relieve some of the tension, pulling away to pant heavily. Liquid heat flows through my veins and I begin to see stars.
She raises her knee so her flesh meets the pearl of my clit. I moan, tossing my head back. Her lips descend to my neck.
“Grind, priya. Shout to the stars for me.” She commands, fisting my hair to turn my head to the side. Fitting into the soft of my neck, she licks from my collarbone to the back of my ear.
I shudder, groaning.
Left with no other choice, I bid to her command and roll my hips forward, then back.
“Shit, that feels good.”
“Touch yourself, lotus.” Her breath grazes my flesh and her fingers wrap around my free wrist, bringing my hand to my apex, where my clit throbs for attention. “Your body is begging for it.”
“Again with this bullshit?” I growl. “Why won’t you touch me?”
“Not until you’re mine to please.” She chuckles darkly.
“Fine. If you won’t taste me, what’s stopping me from tasting you?” I challenge.
Her posture stiffens as I lay a flat hand on the inside of her thigh, then skim it gently toward her core. She lets out a heavy breath through her nose, and from within the shadows, I can physically see her toss her head back as I reach her apex.
At the sight of her shudder and the amount of control I have over her pleasure, there’s an answer of thrill deep within my pussy. I have the strongest urge to shove her down onto a bed and claim her pleasure as my own.
~ End of Excerpt ~
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