gently brushed wild strands of hair from her face before brushing down her cheek.
Conner knew his hunger was blazing strong, making the gold in his eyes brighten. “All the better to view your beautiful body with.” His voice was nearly a growl.
She whimpered in response to his tone as his lips descended upon her. His lips scalded hers, their heat making her open to him with a gasp. His tongue took the opportunity to press inside her mouth, exploring, dominating. He could feel the rumble of her moans vibrate against his chest and into their joined mouths. Her scent of desire mingled with her sweet taste was slowly driving Connor mad with need.
Connor pulled away, his mouth filled with her taste but he didn’t go far. He nipped at her swollen lip, her breath coming out in small pants hitting on his own sensitive lips.
“What soft lips you have,” she breathed.
“All the better to taste your sweetness,” he answered with a crooked smirk.
She moved beneath him, the silk of her bra rubbing on his bare chest, sending a shiver down his spine. Her legs shifted and wrapped tightly around his leather clad ones, pinning him to her. The movement caused her folds to tighten around his bulge, threatening to destroy his control. He growled and attacked her neck, kissing her creamy soft skin. He caught her flesh between his teeth and marked her before moving down.
Using his strong arms to lift his upper body, Connor slid down her body as her legs loosened their hold on him.. His tongue left a trail down her throat until he reached the material that covered her breasts. His tongue dipped under the silk and lapped at the skin there. Using his teeth, he managed to uncover her right breast, shoving the bra aside. Red gasped and arched up off the bed.
With a swipe of his tongue, her nipple reacted, stiffening to a tight peak. She moaned when she felt the heat of his breath. He suckled the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip, pulling more blood into it. He lifted his head and gave the other nipple the same attention. Connor lowered his chest and let it brush against her erect nipples. The shock of the sensations made her cry out and her legs tighten around him.
A grin of satisfaction graced his lips as he looked down at her expression of desire. He’d managed to bring her near orgasm, and that was just the beginning.
Connor reached back and pried her legs from him so he could slide down her body until his head rested between her legs. He lifted his eyes, gazing at her luscious curves of perfection. He could see her chest heaving from her rapid breath before she lifted her hips and pushed up toward him with impatience. He knew what she wanted without words.
Lowering his eyes he pushed her legs wider, making her folds open. Her scent assaulted his senses, filling him with a groan, desperately needing a taste of her. Using a single finger he lightly ran it along the edge of her inner lips gathering her wetness.
She flinched and moaned at his touch. Her eyes were pleading for him, begging for the pleasure he could give. Her juices glistened on his finger as he brought it to his mouth.
Her musky desire tasted as sweet as her kisses.
Connor shifted his attention back to Red’s body. He bent his head and let his tongue flick her tight bud. He smiled at the curses flowing from her succulent red lips as her body jumped. She was so close.
His tongue lapped at her folds. At his first touch her hips bucked, trying to get closer to his tantalizing mouth. He growled as her taste fully filled his mouth, her juices flowing freely over his tongue and down his chin. It took very little work before Red was crying out as her orgasm hit hard. Her body arching off the bed, yet pushing her hips down hard on his mouth.
Connor quickly got off the bed as her body eased back to sated reality. He franticly shed his clothing, finally releasing his aching length. He kneeled between her legs and leaned forward capturing her mouth. She sighed pleasurably in to his dominating mouth.
“What a talented tongue you have,” she breathed in his ear when their kiss broke.
“All the better to please you with, my pretty,” Connor growled, as he entered her body with one swift thrust.
His groan mixed with her gasp as her tightness settled around him. He stilled his motions to keep his control as another orgasm wracked her body. When she calmed, Connor started slow, sliding in and out of her slick core. Her wetness slurped with his movements, the sound of their bodies rubbing together sent heated fire through his veins.
Lowering his head, Connor claimed her mouth, swallowing her whimpers. Their bodies moved as one, their pace increasing. Harsh breaths forced their kisses to end. As Red threw her head back Connor bent his head and nipped at her shoulder. Feeling her body spasm upon his embedded length, Connor could no longer hold back. With a loud animalistic growl, he threw his head back and thrust twice more before letting orgasm claim his body.
Connor’s arms gave out, causing his body to lie upon Red’s. His muscles quivered from their exertion. He could feel Red’s body trembling from the intense orgasms that had assaulted her. It was several minutes before either could move as they recovered from the storm of pleasure.
Connor was finally able to lift his body from Red’s on shaky limbs. A chill replaced the heat where their bodies had touched. Reaching up, he loosened the material still holding her wrists before drawing her into his arms, holding her close while a hand ran through her hair.
“Mmmm,” she said contently, eyes closed, a look of pure happiness filling her face. “Little Red Riding Hood never had it so good.” She sighed.
Connor chuckled and kissed her head. “I say we play French Maid next week.” Red smiled, opens her eyes, and looked up at his striking eyes. “I think that can be arranged.” Snuggling into the crook of his neck, she relaxed. “I love you, my big, bad wolf.”
“I love you, Red.”
They fell asleep feeling sated, living happily ever after…to play again.
Cynderella
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful blonde haired child. At a young age it was evident her beauty would surpass those around her. Her features were of the finest crafted porcelain dolls, eyes as blue and clear as the sea, and lips full of shape and color.
Her mother named her Cynderella, but her father simply called her Cyn.
Cyn knew death early in life. She lost her mother when she was just a babe. In turn, her father doted on her and loved her so much that she never felt a shortage of love having lost her mother, but she lacked the feminine companionship that most daughters had. Being born to a Count, Cyn lacked for nothing, but she was not one of a spoiled nature. Her sweet, compassionate spirit radiated from her in all she did. Easily she won the affection of the staff her father had to care for her.
When Cyn was eleven, her father found love again and married the widow Anna. She brought to the marriage two daughters. The oldest, Dana, was a year older than Cyn. She had long, stringy brown hair and she appeared mousy and plain, despite her rich clothing. The younger one, Misty, was a year younger than Cyn. Misty’s hair was dark and oily looking and seemed as plain as her sister. Both girls were snobby and spoiled.
At first Cyn was excited with the thought of having a mother and sisters in her life. She eagerly looked forward to the day that her father’s bride would bring her daughters to live with them. However, soon after their arrival, Cyn quickly learned that her new family members didn’t like her. No matter how hard Cyn tried to get along with the girls or her stepmother, they treated her unkindly. It was only her father that brought real joy to her life, but that too came to an end. Because of his duties as a Count, Cyn’s father often traveled and she always dreaded his absences, but she would continue with her studies and wait patiently for his return, enduring the wrath of her stepsister’s insults and her stepmother ignoring her. She found a little comfort in the servants that she’d grown up with but they were not her father.
Four years after his marriage to her stepmother, the Count never returned home.
Thieves killed him. Poor Cyn. Her life was shattered. She had no other living relatives and was left to the care of her stepmother. For the first time in her life, Cyn felt truly alone and grieved.
Anna allowed Cyn a proper mourning period. She and her stepsisters were actually nice to Cyn while friends came to pay their sympathies to them. Cyn began to think that maybe life for the next three years, until she
