Carillon’s Corpus, the dark, steamy sequel to Carillon’s Curse, is available for pre-order. It releases Sept. 23. Although Carillon’s Curse was a standalone, Carillon’s Corpus probably makes more sense if you read Curse first.
There are a lot of steamy scenes in this book. (I can’t help myself. I like steamy scenes!) Here is an excerpt from one.
Hadrian pulled away from Thomas and knelt on the floor in front of him. He pried his suspenders off and pulled down his trousers and drawers. Thomas eased one of his own suspenders down, but he was too damn slow. Hadrian’s tongue yearned for that sweet, frothy cum. He needed Thomas’s big cock in his mouth.
He helped Thomas undress, pulling down his trousers and drawers and hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt so he could see his muscular chest and stomach. He squeezed Thomas’s meat. Just that small touch brought a soft groan through Thomas’s lips. Hadrian sucked a breath. He needed to pace himself. He wanted to give Thomas the best experience he’d ever had on a train.
He caressed up Thomas’s sides with both hands, making him shrink back and giggle. He rubbed his beard against Thomas’s chest, then teased one of his nipples with the tip of his tongue. Just a soft swirl around the edge. He gripped Thomas’s hard cock gently, enjoying the way it twitched against his skin.
He wanted to make that big cock do more than twitch. He wanted to drive Thomas out of his mind. With a smirk, he mouthed Thomas’s chest and slurped his nipple. His free hand played with the other nipple so it didn’t get jealous. His mouth worked hard on its blushing twin.
Thomas held his breath as Hadrian gripped that firm nipple softly between his teeth. Hadrian gave both the nipple and Thomas’s cock a slight tug.
Thomas heaved a short breath and gripped Hadrian’s head on either side. Hadrian pulled hard down Thomas’s shaft as he sucked up his nipple, plucking the other one mercilessly. With hands and mouth he pulled Thomas outside of himself—away from his bad memories, away from the train, and drew a prolonged cry from deep in his throat.
Hadrian nibbled down Thomas’s hard belly, enjoying the way the quivering muscles felt against his lips. When he got to Thomas’s belly button, he had to stick his tongue inside it and give it a swirling kiss. Thomas laughed, ticklish. He stopped laughing when Hadrian rubbed up and down his shaft and gave a small moan instead.
Hadrian kissed each inner thigh, teasing Thomas with a hand tumbling his balls while the other kneaded his heavy shaft. He stopped playing with Thomas’s balls to run his fingers through the dark brown, nearly black, hairs running in a trail from Thomas’s belly button to the soft hair around his cock. He ran his tongue down that silken trail and followed it to Thomas’s root. He lipped and mouthed Thomas’s cock down to the flared head. Thomas gave a little moan and pushed his hips toward him.
Hadrian rubbed Thomas’s legs, his thighs, his calves. He had come to like their unevenness. They were Thomas’s legs, and anything of Thomas’s made him feel like a sunny Sunday morning.
Thomas gave a small, frustrated noise as Hadrian skipped his sensitive head again. And again. And again. And again.
Thin, sticky precum leaked from Thomas’s swollen, needy cock. Thomas whimpered. Hadrian knew what he needed.
And he wasn’t about to give it to him. Not yet.
Hope you’re having a nice September! Be good to yourself!
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