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Swimming My Way Back to You (A REELSHORT Original Story) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | May 12, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

It’s time to choose herself for once… too bad fate has other plans.

Hazel hoped she’d found her forever with Marcus. Even though their love is a secret, she always held out hope that one day, they’d share something real. But when his ex, Zoe, returns to town, all bets are off. Hazel has no choice but to end things with him, once and for all. As she begins to pick up the pieces of her life, she makes a startling discovery—she’s pregnant. What’s worse? Marcus reappears with a shocking proposal: marry him in secret.

Torn between the man she longs to love and the future she wants for her unborn child and herself, Hazel is swept into a world she neither wanted nor imagined, one where jealousy, betrayal, and scandal reign supreme. Every stolen glance, every confrontation, every heartbreak brings her closer to her truth—and further from the life she once imagined.

AMAZON: https://shorturl.at/chzOJ

*****

Excerpt:

Marcus and I sit across from each other at a table in the Good Food diner that truckers and travelers frequent.

No fine dining for us as he would have chosen for him and Zoe.

I tell myself this locale doesn’t matter. Neither does him scrolling through his phone rather than looking at me. Try as I might, I don’t believe that rationalization and can’t muster my beloved indifference. Fuming at his neverending insensitivity, I fight the urge to smack the phone from his hands.

If he texts Zoe while we’re here, especially after I tell him my news, I’m absolutely going to lose it.

Not knowing how to begin, I settle on being sarcastic.

“That was some fireworks display. Totally over the top. Downright gaudy.”

He doesn’t look up from his screen. “I’m surprised you saw it. I thought you’d be with Ethan… somewhere… and wouldn’t bother coming. That would’ve disappointed Zoe.”

I’m not sure what he’s getting at. Since Zoe doesn’t know about Marcus’s and my non-relationship, she wouldn’t care what I thought.

“Why would she be disappointed?”

He flicks his gaze at me, then looks back at his screen.

“She arranged the show to let everyone know she was back in town.”

“What?” I lean against the table toward him. “The display wasn’t your idea? You didn’t pay for it?”

He laughs. “Me? No. Why would I?” He gestures to his phone. “I checked our usual spot. They’re fully booked tonight. There is another hotel nearby with a room open.”

I can’t believe it. He thinks I texted him so we could screw?

Bristling, I grip my purse so hard, my knuckles hurt.

“Want me to reserve it for us? Or would you like me to find somewhere else where we can—”

“I’m pregnant.”

I pull the scan from my purse and throw it at him.

He stares at me then peels the scan from his chest, but doesn’t look at the image. “What?”

“You heard me.”

That he did, his face ashen, which tells me everything I need to know. For once, I’m not disappointed in him. He’s reacting precisely as I thought he would.

He puts his phone and the scan on the table. “Your baby—”

“Our baby, Marcus. Yeah, it’s yours.”

He frowns. “So what’s your plan?”

My plan?

I can’t believe he said that. He knows I grew up in foster care and how I feel about children. I was one once and there’s no way I can forget the most traumatic day of my life when I was only three…

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

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Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Love Me After My Death – A Reelshort Original Story by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Apr 6, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Blurb:

There was a time when Caroline would’ve done anything for her former sweetheart, Eric Martin.

That’s why she agreed to marry him.

Six years ago, Caroline faced a dire ultimatum from Eric’s mother. Marry Eric, and Stacy—Eric’s conniving girlfriend—gets the life-saving operation she needs. Out of love, Caroline agreed, hoping that in time, she and Eric would be able to rekindle the spark they once shared.

But that hope was in vain. Since that fateful day, Eric has harbored nothing but brutal resentment for Caroline; the last six years of marriage have been a nightmare.

As their marriage descends deeper into emotional warfare, Caroline receives a shocking, tragic diagnosis of her own.

While Caroline quietly prepares for the end, an all-too-familiar face returns—with a devastating secret to reveal.

With time running out, the question remains: Will Eric finally see Stacy for who she is, or will everything fall apart before Caroline’s last breath?

AMAZON: https://shorturl.at/8sNUy

*****

Excerpt:

If I could run away from Stacy without looking like a loser, I would, wanting only to put the past behind me forever.

Slugging her would also be great for all the shit she brought into my life.

Steeled against whatever she intends to dish out, I face her, my emotions hidden behind indifference I’d show an annoying stranger.

I lift my chin and look down my nose at her. “Were you speaking to me?”

She blinks at my cold tone and question, her confidence shaken.

Score one for me.

“Uh… yeah.” Her smile wobbles, confusion in her eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here so I said hi.” She laughs self-consciously. “Hi. Long time no see, right?”

I frown. “Do I know you?”

Another blink. Her cheeks redden. I suppose with the same embarrassment I felt around her. Eric, too, when they pawed each other or kissed in my presence.

“Yeah, we do know each other.” She clears her throat. “It’s me, Stacy.”

I don’t react.

Frowning, she speaks through her teeth. “Stacy Hill.”

I pretend to think about that then shrug. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed.”

“What?” Hand to her chest, she titters. “No I haven’t. I’m the same old Stacy. Looking as good as ever.”

“If you say so.”

She wrinkles her nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

God, I love yanking her chain. Despite my urge to simply lie down, I put on the act of my life. “Your hair’s thinner than I recall.” I drag my gaze down her then up. “You’ve also gained weight.”

She steps back. “The hell I have.”

“Don’t worry. Six years will do that to some women.”

Pure hatred for me flashes in her eyes. At one time her disdain would have bothered me. At this point, I couldn’t care less. To be honest, I’m waiting for her to leave.

She remains and crosses her arms over her chest… a protective gesture.

“What are you doing in this hospital?” She taps her foot, waiting for my answer.

I’d cut out my tongue before telling her anything personal. Knowing her, she’d use the information to destroy me. She’s good at turning love into hate.

“My turn for a question.” I tilt my head to one side. “Why are you back… invading this space?”

Her face pales. I’m not surprised. In the past, I was never direct. Nice worked better for me. No more.

She sizes me up as if she’s uncertain where I’m coming from. Then her gorgeous face grows ugly with her signature venom.

“Surely you can’t be that dense. You know why I’m here.”

I can guess, or be honest and tell her the truth. I prefer to play with her feelings as she did with mine.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Eric, dammit.” Fists clenched, she steps toward me. “I’m here for him. If it wasn’t for you, he and I would already be married.”

I stroke my wedding ring, proof Eric belongs to me… at least in the eyes of the state. She notices the gesture.

“If you say so, Stacy.”

She curls her upper lip. “From what I hear, Eric regrets your marriage.”

“I thought you regretted it.”

Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Pretend all you want with me, I know the truth. Eric loathes you.”

My stomach cramps. Unwilling to give her the upper hand, I fight my sorrow, offering no reaction.

Confusion flares in her eyes, then pure meanness. “Maybe he wouldn’t still hate you after all these years if you hadn’t cheated on him.”

Stunned, I gape then shake from rage.

“Are you serious? You can’t be.” I get in her space. “I never cheated on him and you damn well know it. I’m not you, Stacy. I’ll never sink as low as you.”

She laughs softly. “Does Eric know that?”

He’s clueless when it comes to her, and she’s fully aware of it.

The gloves were off before, now my claws are out.

“Have you forgotten the part about you cheating on him? I was there, Stacy. I saw what you did. Guess he doesn’t know about that, huh? Did you lie your way out of the problem?” My voice is vicious. “Wonder what he’d say if I let it slip how you whored around on him.”

“Go ahead.” Her smile couldn’t be more smug. “He’ll never believe you over me. I made sure of it.”

I’m not surprised by her comment, but something about it nags me. A matter I’ve forgotten and need to recall… or ask her about.

“How can you be so sure he’ll believe you?”

*****

About Tina:

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

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Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

New Release! The Slut Does Vegas (Vegas Babes Book 6) by Lisabet Sarai

by Lucy Felthouse | Mar 12, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Blurb

“All I ask, Lauren, is that you not embarrass me.”

When sexually emancipated MILF Lauren Gordon accompanies her husband to a convention in Las Vegas, she’s hoping for some R&R—ideally of the carnal variety. But Elliott’s running for president of NADA—the National Association of Divorce Lawyers—and he’s worried that his wife’s free-wheeling ways will undermine his chances. Reining in her frustration, Lauren promises to avoid any erotic interactions with conference attendees or hotel staff.

Fortunately she meets Annie O’Reilly, a redheaded Vegas native with luscious curves and few if any inhibitions. With Annie as her companion, Lauren becomes intimately acquainted with some outrageously wanton denizens of Sin City. Then her husband unfairly accuses her of breaking her promise and Lauren decides it’s time to go for broke.

Bringing together characters from Lisabet’s Vegas Babes and The Slut series, The Slut Does Vegas delivers heat, humor and a surprisingly happy ending.

Buy Links

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*****

Excerpt:

She gazed out, almost awestruck, into the night. The sky was a backdrop of black velvet now. The peaks had disappeared. Meanwhile, lines of orange-gold lights stitched across the earth below, dividing the space into an uneven checkerboard. The roads pulsed with the movement of individual vehicles. Most of the city was low-rise but here and there a glittering tower poked upward, crowned with flashing red hazard lights.

“The view really is incredible. Thanks so much for your dinner invitation, Ted.”

“It’s our pleasure,” he replied. Standing behind her, he pointed out into the void. “We’re looking northwest now. See that building, two or three blocks from here? That’s the Silver Sands, our condo complex.”

“Close enough to walk.”

“People don’t usually walk in Las Vegas. It’s too hot.” He leaned closer. “We save our energy for other activities.”

Lust skittered through her.

He pressed his body against hers. She gasped as she recognized the rigid bulk of his erection, prodding at the base of her spine. Not daring to look at him, she glanced left and right. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“And you see the highway, over to the left?” His tone was conversational, though he kept the volume low. At the same time, he slid his hard cock up and down along the crevice of her ass. “About halfway to the highway is Industrial Boulevard.”

Her earlobes burned. Her nipples pulsed. She thought of whirling around, to scold him for being so bold, but in truth, she didn’t want him to stop.

When he stepped away slightly, breaking the contact between his cock and her body, she almost whimpered. Then she felt the back of her dress being lifted. Her objections died unspoken as his warm hands palmed her butt cheeks, barely covered by her lacy thong, then reached around her hips to brush her pubis through the thin fabric.

“That’s where you’ll find The Fox’s Den,” he continued, even as he slipped his fingers under the lace, between her slick labia. “I think you’ll like the Den, Lauren. It’s your kind of place.”

One fingertip flipped across her clit, in a firm, sure stroke. Just one touch. It wasn’t enough to send her flying; she normally needed far more friction. But he was so brazen, so confident, so thoroughly in control of the outrageous situation, that he had her trembling on the brink despite the limited stimulation.

She held her breath, terrified that he’d continue, afraid he might not. In all her adventures since Elliott had set her free, she’d never come in public. If Ted pushed her over the edge, what then?

Deserting the quivering bead at the apex of her sex, he delved partway into her soaked channel. Given the awkward position, he couldn’t go very deep. She tightened her pussy muscles around his fingers and rocked against his hand, wanting more.

With a soft chuckle, he pulled his fingers out of her soaked cleft. She stifled her moan of disappointment. Her loose skirt tumbled back down. He smoothed it over the swell of her ass, very likely smearing the fabric with her juices. She caught a whiff of her own ocean scent as he took up a position beside her. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, hip to hip. Grasping her hand, he cupped it over the bulge at his groin.

A new wave of arousal threatened to drown her. His hard rod pulsed against her palm. She couldn’t resist stroking it through his trousers. Both the length and girth were impressive.

“My Annie didn’t exaggerate,” he murmured, close to her ear. “You’re magnificent. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Medium, Twitter and BlueSky. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

One Night Hand Stand (Get What You Need, Book 1) by Julia Kent

by Lucy Felthouse | Mar 5, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Description:

Who accidentally has a one-night stand with her yoga instructor?

Yep. Me.

How did I accidentally sleep with someone, right? I know what you’re thinking. Whoops! I slipped and inadvertently inserted Tab A into Slot B.

That’s not quite how it went.

But my yoga instructor is really, really skilled with Tab A, if you know what I mean.

Slot B never had it so good.

What am I supposed to do now, as I walk into my yoga class and find the guy I ghosted this morning… there, in front of the class, perfectly aligned and grinning at me like he remembers touching all my chakras.

He’s perfect. Too perfect. He’s so perfect he’s ruining my job.

I’m an investigative reporter, working on spec for an article for a national magazine, and my job is to find all the ways this yoga chain is corrupt.

The only thing criminal here is that I can’t have him in Slot B ever again. And I would. I’d turn myself into a paper doll book if that’s what it took for more of that action.

I want him. He wants me. Nothing I do will make him back off because the chemistry is off the charts.

Except for one pesky little thing:

We’re at cross-purposes.

I need my exposé to get the job of my dreams. He needs to sell his stake in the yoga chain before I expose the corrupt current owner.

That makes him my enemy. My nemesis. The guy I have to get around to get ahead.

And now we’re supposed to hate each other.

But who ever let that get in the way of love?

Buy Links:

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*****

Excerpt:

Bottom line: this is special. She is special. The way I feel when I am with her is more than special, from her secret stash of sugar in a snooty yoga class to the way she tugs my hair when I go down on her to her confession about merlot and pinot noir and cheese and crackers.

Special. All of it.

And when you have someone this special in your life, all you want to do is spend more time licking her to orgasm.

Then bury yourself in her while she moans for more.

What? You were expecting a profession of love?

*****

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at @jkentauthor, and on Instagram @jkentauthor. Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com

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Shameless Desire (Outlawed Realm Book Three) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Mar 2, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Blurb:

Passion without limit. Carnal hunger that knows no bounds.

Within Earth’s five dimensions, nothing is as it seems…and desire is never far away.

In E4’s jungle, Kuma’s the Alpha werewolf bent on revenge against the hated guards. Swept with them from that dimension to E1, he prowls Seattle at night, stopping the thugs from abducting women for use as sex slaves in E4’s Pleasure Palace.

On her way home from her nursing job, Gwen senses danger in the night’s shadows. A stranger attacks. Clinging to consciousness, she watches the impossible, a wolf fighting him off…protecting her. She wakes in her own bed, convinced it must have been a dream until she sees Kuma in human form. Virile, intense. A man like no other.

Within his powerful embrace, Gwen experiences rapture she didn’t believe existed. His unrestrained lust and burning need end her loneliness, though not the menace they face. The guards are a constant threat in their hunt for women and their determination to see Kuma dead. Together, he and Gwen must fight—for his life, her freedom, their future.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Excerpt:

Kuma caught the woman’s scent on the damp breeze. She smelled earthy like the surrounding vegetation, sensual from female musk and spices on this realm, some sweet, others warm. The same as he imagined her breath and skin.

Those fragrances and danger had drawn him here tonight.

He lifted his face to the drizzle and inhaled deeply, savoring her sensual aroma, picturing what she might look like, welcoming the images his mind created: her naked—though not here in Seattle—in the jungle where he’d once lived, her nudity bathed in faint light from dawn breaking through countless leaves. Moisture beaded on her shoulders and throat. The droplets glimmered, much as insects did in his dimension, then grew fat and slipped past her full breasts to her torso and navel. Other beads clung to her nipples, her heightened breathing shaking them free.

He craved to smell her excitement and desire for him.

He pictured her on his plane, facing him without fear despite what he was, her lips tilting in a provocative smile, her voice enticing.

“Can you catch me?” She drew back her shoulders in a surprisingly arrogant stance. “Can you possible satisfy me?”

In his fantasy, he laughed at her audaciousness.

She turned and ran, playing their game, demanding he follow if he intended to have her.

Never was there any doubt, not even in his thoughts. At a full run, he chased her through the foliage. Leaves slapped him, the rain coating them flinging in every direction.

She darted around trees.

He did, too, and broke through plants towering over them.

Insects scattered.

In the distance, a birdlike creature called to its mate, its full-throated cry cutting through the heavy quiet.

Other males in his pack watched from the shadows, waiting for him to fail so they could mount her.

Never.

He’d been alone too long, without a female’s comfort and warmth, her concern for his safety telling him he mattered.

His feet pounded the soil, and his lungs burned. His entire being desired her.

He bolted past her.

She gasped at his unexpected move then pivoted, guessing his intent, and tried to retrace her steps.

Too late.

He was faster than she was and far more determined.

With one arm around her waist, he pulled her against him. Her plush ass nuzzled his cock, making it harder. She smelled like female and animal need.

A submissive purr spilled from her. She turned her face to his, lips parted.

He captured her mouth and thrust his tongue inside. Her wet heat heightened his senses. Warmth burst through him.

Willingly, she suckled his tongue, proving her desire.

Primitive need consumed his every thought. He kissed her deep, long, savagely, the animal part in him freed by passion.

She parted her lips even more, inviting him to take her.

They sank to the ground. He directed her to her hands and knees. Her hair, as he imagined it, fell forward and swept the jungle floor.

She lifted her buttocks to expose her openings for his use. A servile yet shameless position. Her cunt was moist, glistening from her excitement, her soft folds plump from arousal.

He lifted his cock to her opening but didn’t penetrate. Other males in his pack edged closer, smelling his lust and hers. Their eyes glittered in the shadows.

He recognized their need.

His was too great to wait another second. On an assured thrust, he drove his cock into her waiting cunt. Her unimaginable warmth pulled a gasp from him. He trembled then drove his shaft deeply and fully into her until they touched, proving his claim. She belonged to him…always would. Her sheath was snug, a wondrous prison confining him in the best possible way.

Welcomed delight dashed up his chest and arms. His flesh tingled. He pulled back and thrust, his balls so tight they didn’t move. A shudder escaped him. He—

Footfalls sounded, breaking into his thoughts. Voices mingled with the other racket.

Male and female workers exited a tall beige building called a hospital on this plane.

*****

About Tina:

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Illicit Desire: Book Two of Outlawed Realm by Tina Donahue (@tinadonahue)

by Lucy Felthouse | Jan 7, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

Pleasure that destroys all thought. Love that shatters all barriers.

Marked for extermination, Lukan has miraculously escaped E4’s Pleasure Palace. There, sex slaves satisfy the cravings of E2’s rulers for voyeurism, bondage, dominance, submission, punishment, and more. However, his freedom is not enough.

He left behind Arez, who once saved his life and captured his heart. Within her fragrant, heated caress, he knew everything denied him…rapture born from yearning, contentment fueled by tenderness and love. Determined to deliver Arez from certain death and have her for his own, Lukan embarks on a rescue he may not survive.

Arez has known only carnal submission and loneliness before Lukan. She aches for his strong arms, his fevered kisses. Upon his return, he offers danger and hope for a future. How can she resist? Never fully tamed, she wants Lukan more than life. But to flee from this twilight dimension to another, to find freedom and their destiny, they must first outwit this plane’s human predators and its monsters.

AMAZON: https://tinyurl.com/yamzv7k9

*****

Excerpt:

(Adult)

Her image haunted Lukan. The hologram was all he had left of her.

In the darkened room, he circled her nearly life-size likeness. She turned, seeming to follow his movements…and to want him, her violet eyes hooded, her silky black hair swaying above her waist, arousal flushing her naked flesh.

He ached to touch her tawny skin, but grasped air instead. Reality precluded contact, as did the distance separating them. Unable to stop his grinding need, he trembled. “Arez.”

The name he’d given her. She’d had none on E4. There, she was no more than a pleasure slave, created to offer her body and obedience to the men in power, no different from him. He’d promised never to abandon her or to leave her lonely again and wanting, but he had, and soon she’d die unless he intervened.

White hot frustration then a chill rushed through him. He longed to run back to her, or at least move closer to her image, but he couldn’t manage a step. Her face tempted, holding him in place. Each breath became a struggle. Powerful memories returned, bringing back her scent: musk and a sweet fragrance used to excite males. He hadn’t needed any enticement. From the start, her caress had undone him, given not only in pleasure but with tenderness.

His chest ached. He snatched what breath he could.

Their masters never knew about their bond.

In the hologram, his image padded to her.

Her cheeks and throat darkened, acknowledging his presence. She could do little more to prove her passion for him. Rules prohibited slaves from speaking to each other. Their gazes were never to meet for more than a second. Cruel manacles held her arms above her head, the heavy chains secured to a bolt in the ceiling, precluding any embrace or resistance.

E2’s rulers surrounded the candlelit stage. They hailed from the second dimension on Earth, a place so unlike its fourth realm E4. On E2, emotions and desire weren’t allowed. All men resembled each other in coloring and facial features, their varying ages the sole thing that differentiated them. The same held true for E2’s women, no female being distinct from another. Such a sterile existence hadn’t been enough for the ruling males. They created E4’s palace and its slaves for their pleasure.

A few leaders smiled lewdly, anticipating the coming performance. Others conversed in tones too low to overhear or understand.

When he’d been on the stage, he had no idea if they discussed trivial matters or more ominous ones that would mean his death. Nor had he cared.

Being close to Arez was all that mattered. For her, he would die. For her, he wanted to live. His image did what he could not. Naked, he stood before her, cupping her full breasts with a right the rulers had given him. If he performed well, it would mean more food. Although he was always hungry, giving her pleasure soon became his most pressing task. The moments they had together belonged to her and him, no one else.

He stroked her nipples. The long tips hardened at his attention, and the areolas grew tight. He drew closer. Their thighs touched; his cock nestled against her moist cunt.

He recalled the delight that followed, heat pooling in his groin, thickening his shaft painfully, overwhelming him with an urge to take her. Even so, his desire to speak to her was greater. He’d pressed his cheek to hers, as if to bury his face in her hair. However, his mouth snuggled against her ear.

At the time, she’d whispered before he could. “Take me as though you mean it. I know you do.”

As always, her assurance had surprised him. So did the playful tone beneath her smoky voice.

“You know?” He’d spoken as quietly as she had and ran his hands down her lush hips to her buttocks. After cupping the cheeks, he pulled her against him, proving his strength, demanding she yield. “How? You’re able to read thoughts?”

“I can read what you do.” She ground her mound into his cock and bit his shoulder lightly.

He pushed to his toes.

She licked his shoulder.

The sensuous play was no match for her suckling his throat. Tingles shot down his back and to his head.

She nestled as close as her bonds would allow. “You can’t hide your hunger for me. You stare as though I’m your food ration.”

He’d smiled at her comment, a gift stronger than the tastiest morsel or life-giving water, and was eager to tease in return. “Tonight, you are my meal.”

He dropped to his knees and wordlessly directed her to part her legs. She complied. Not because she was a slave expected to entertain her captors, but because she demanded what he did—a connection between them that enriched the sex and surpassed it, nourishing the soul. He pressed his face to her dark curls, so earthy like everything else about her, smelling from lust and life.

He licked her cleft.

She moaned.

Deliberately, he avoided her clit, determined to draw out her anticipation and longing for him. To affirm it in the only way he knew.

Too many times, he’d ached to give up his daily food ration for the thrill in searching her face as she searched his. To be privileged enough to gaze into her eyes in order to see what was in her heart. That he mattered. He was important to her. He had a name. They had hope. A future.

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