Total Surrender Quotes

“Adjusting her legs, he opened her thighs so that she straddled him. Her pussy was directly over his cock, instinctively recognizing the appropriate sensual route, and she spread and slumped further, dramatically increasing the explicit contact.
Tugging at the belt at his waist, he loosened it, and pushed at the lapels of his robe, exposing only his chest.
"Touch me," he said and, when she vacillated, he gripped her hand and laid it over his heart, then rasped it in a slow circle. "Like this.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“I decided that I wanted to have one memory of you with your clothes on."
"Beast," she chuckled. "If you wished to see me dressed, you only had to request it."
"Plus, it's so fun to remove everything"---he stared at her over the rim of his stemmed goblet---"piece by piece.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Witch," he grumbled as the woman committed an exploit that caused them both to gasp with a sort of reciprocal anguish. Then... they were moving conjointly, much as one would when riding a horse. The motion went on and on, the lovers more involved, more intense in their enterprise. The woman adjusted herself so that her breasts dangled over Michael's zealous mouth. He pressured, milked, and suckled.
Sarah watched to the end, repelled, captivated, discomfited, wanting them to cease immediately, while at the same juncture, never wanting the torrid exhibition to conclude. They reached a mutual goal, a pinnacle, both crying out with a strangled elation, and she felt ashamed and sickened to have witnessed the intense emotion that flared between them, yet she was glad she had.
Their pace slackened, the tension abated, the pair relaxed, and Michael rubbed the woman's back.
Arrogant and satisfied with himself, he murmured, "Feeling better?"
"Oh, Lord... but you utterly kill me when you do that.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“He was behaving like an imbecile and a knave, yet he pressed his advantage. Employing only his greater size, by bending near and hovering, he worked her into the corner. A passer-by wouldn't have noted untoward conduct, but they were so confined that she couldn't flee. As it was, her hand instinctively rose, an ineffectual barrier, and she situated it in the middle of his chest where his pulse reverberated under her palm.
"Do you mind?" she queried.
A special musk wafted about her. If he'd been blindfolded and locked in a room with a hundred women, he could have picked her out by her distinct fragrance. The heady aroma called to his basest instincts, attracting and tempting him to experience her extraordinary charms.
"Not a bit."
"Oh, you are insufferable!" But she was laughing, her voice low and seductive and urging him on.
In the past, he'd never spent time with females of her station, because he hadn't the patience to weather their prattling, but oddly, he found Lady Sarah to be outrageously sexy and absorbing, and he hung on every word that popped out of her desirable mouth.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Her breathing hitched. Too much was happening too fast. The wanton episode was so inconceivable that it played out like a fantasy---except that he was really present, arousing and addictive. Her mind wailed for her to call a halt, but her body wouldn't obey.
'I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time"---his assertion brushed against her ear---"but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“For one, mad instant, she thought he planned to kiss her, but instead, he ducked under her chin and nuzzled against her shoulder at the site where her pulse pounded so furiously. A shiver of excitement tore through her, and she swallowed a baffled squeal that could have been either delight or indignation.
His lips were heated and soft, and he tenderly kissed against her nape then, to her astonishment, he licked across her skin. She jumped then twirled away, only to end up facing the mirror, with him behind her, and she assessed the two of them, evaluating the differences: his tall to her short, bronzed to fair, brawn to lean.
Boldly, he settled his hands on her hips and snuggled her backside against him, and she was assailed by an array of unique anatomical impressions. As though she'd been searching for this man all her life and had finally found him, she ignited with sensation, every pore alert and animated, and her nipples tightened painfully, poking at the towel.
The knave immediately noticed how they'd peaked. "I can't wait to have my mouth on you."
The declaration kindled cryptic messages, and restlessly, she scrambled to flee---from the unusual fleshly perturbation and from him---but because of their positions, he merely nestled her close and flexed against her. His groin stroked across her bottom in a manner she'd never presumed a man might attempt with a woman. There was a solid ridge along his abdomen that dug into her buttocks, and her traitorous body reacted by squirming to get nearer to it. He appreciated her participation and gripped her firmly, flexing again.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“But wouldn't it be more amusing if I stayed? You could climb in the tub again, and I could wash you. Or---" he glanced down at his pants that so graphically outlined his masculine form---"I could soak in the water, and you could bathe me. Either way, I promise the experience will be everything you desire. And more.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Pamela, I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, but I intend to keep my husband. If I catch you sniffing around him again, I'll break both your legs. I swear it!"
"Oh, God..." Pamela blushed furiously.
"Even if he begs, don't meet with him ever again. Don't make this any worse than it already is."
"No, I won't, Sarah. I promise you!"
"And do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Spread the word to his other paramours: I won't have him philandering. He's mine. And I'm not sharing!”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“This is the main course," he declared. "Later, I'll provide dessert."
From the salacious gleam in his eye, she understood that he wasn't referring to food. "Do I get to pick my favorite?"
"With my avid assistance.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Not willing to deny himself a modest sample of the shattering excess, he spun her and propped her against the bedpost. Her thighs were spread wide and, though many layers of fabric separated them, his cock was wedged against her mound, her searing heat coaxing him, urging him on and in. Matching the thrust of his tongue, he flexed against her, slowly and meticulously, letting her savor his aroused condition, allowing her to distinguish his decadent invitation.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“The cliff beckoned and, when he latched onto her breast and suckled adamantly, she jumped, sending herself into freefall. She was shattered, undone, and careening through the universe. A voice called out, with an extraordinary kind of ecstasy, and she vaguely recognized that it was her own, then his lips were on hers, silencing her by capturing her wild cry of joy.
The frenzy persisted for an eternity until, sequentially, she commenced to reassemble. Sanity and reality returned, and she was in Michael's bed, in Michael's arms.
She dared a peek at him, and he lingered over her with a look that could only be tenderness. There was a hint of male pride there, as well, at having reduced her to such a wanton circumstance.
"Much better," he murmured, and he kissed her cheek.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Fastidiously, she investigated, learning his shape, awed by the variations of velvet over steel. She pampered and played, altering the pressure, the speed, the length of her caress. Amazingly, with the slightest modification, he reacted accordingly.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Looking angry and alive, the attachment was red and distended, with a bulbous head and purple, ropy veins. It protruded from a nest of his dark hair, two sacs dangling beneath, and her visual assessment made it extend out toward her in entreaty.
She hazarded a glance at him, and he lay silent and still, studying her with an impersonal, glacial intensity.
Had he planned to shock her? To have her tearful and swooning? To send her stumbling from the room in offense and alarm?
He was motivated by deep, unfathomable issues that she couldn't hope to understand. The chances were great that he'd merely instigated this as a bizarre diversion in order to gain a response from her, but if the man thought she was some prim, squeamish miss, he obviously didn't know her very well. She was fascinated, enthralled, and ardent to explore.
"It's larger than I supposed."
"I'm aroused."
"It changes size?" Her eyes widened with astonishment, and he chuckled at her naïveté.
"Usually, it's flaccid and harmless." Tensing his stomach muscles, the extraordinary appendage inflated even more. "But not when I'm here with you like this. I'm so hard for you. I ache with my desire."
There was a husky tone in his voice, a desperation that plucked at her common sense, leaving her reckless and rash, and just then, she'd have performed any impulsive feat he requested.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“His cock was throbbing, the crown oozing with his sexual juice. He stabilized her and partook of an unhurried flex against her cleft.
As though she'd been poked with a pin, she jerked upright. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" He pretended innocence, flattening her against his erection, and feasting with another leisurely flex.
"That thrusting motion. It just feels so... so..."
"Extraordinary?"
"Yes. But naughty, too. And forbidden." She wedged herself more fully along the crest of his phallus. "My body seems to fathom what you propose, when I've no notion myself."
"Absolutely." His wanton fingers slipped under the hem of her chemise and petted the smooth skin of her thighs.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“He needed Sarah's sweet courtesy, was desperate to suffer through her virginal oohs and aahs, to bask in her fascination. The feel of her smooth hands, with those slender, questing fingers roving over him, was like a healing salve to his battered body and spirit.
She amused herself with his chest, rifling through the springy hair, exploring the ridges and valleys until her maneuvers felt as natural as breathing, as though she'd touched him just so a hundred times before.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Not willing to deny himself a modest sample of the shattering excess, he sun her and propped her agains the bedpost. Her thighs were spread wide and, though many layers of fabric separated them, his cock was wedged against her mound, her searing heat coaxing him, urging him on and in. Matching the thrust of his tongue, he flexed against her, slowly and meticulously, letting her savor his aroused condition, allowing her to distinguish his decadent invitation.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“What man had ever been presented such an enticing feast? She was a mature virgin, primed and ready for sexual initiation. If he acceded, he could excite and stimulate her, teach and disclose to her the sexual methods he enjoyed. A devoted, zealous pupil, she would wield her distinct skills with lethal precision for his exclusive benefit and delectation.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Michael could barely force the question past his clenched teeth. "Did he hurt you?"
"No. There wasn't time."
She shivered with distaste and, to his horror, tears welled into her pretty eyes. In his ragged state, he'd failed to reflect on how overwhelmed she'd be. He'd only contemplated his own frenzied reaction. Not hers. Very likely, she was stunned to the core, yet he was reproaching and scolding her as though she was a child. It seemed a madman had invaded his body, but he'd just been so upset at witnessing her abuse.
What if he hadn't chanced by? What then?
An alluring tear fell and slid down her cheek, and she swept it away. "He scared me."
A low grumble---whether of disgust or resignation, he wasn't sure---erupted, and he snuggled her against his chest.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“She couldn't tear herself away from his beautiful face, his furred chest, his tight trousers. As usual, the top buttons were unfastened, and her gaze was held captive by the male mysteries buried below.
How she craved to see him in the altogether! To run her hands across that marvelous torso! To massage and caress as he permitted his other paramours to indulge themselves on a regular basis!”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“He was once again wearing only a pair of trousers, chest bared, and sight was extremely arousing. All that naked male flesh, all that dark, swirled hair, was unsettling and thrilling. She longed to run her fingers through the matted pile, to rub her nose against it, while she traced over sinew and bone.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Their encounter had been amazing, breathtaking. He'd touched her in ways she'd never imagined a man might touch a woman and...it had been wonderful. Shocking, too, but wonderful was the only accurate method of describing it.
All these hours later, her body was alive and thrumming with an unfamiliar, exotic energy, as though it had been in hibernation and had just been awakened. Her nipples were alert and aroused from how he'd pinched them. Whenever she shifted about on the bed, the fabric of her nightdress irritatingly rubbed against them and made her wish he was present to fondle them again.
He'd suckled against her! With his dark hair splayed across her chest, and his lips wrapped around her breast, he'd looked so beautiful. The episode had been brief and abrupt, but the agitation he'd inflicted with his atrocious teeth and tongue still tormented.
Her womanly cleft was overly aggravated, as well, and when he'd caressed her there, she'd been outraged by the intimate penetration of his conniving hand, but not now as she reflected upon it cooly and analytically. His shrewd finger had fit exactly right, had stroked across an itch she hadn't realized needed scratching.
Retrospection about him and his indecent gestures caused her to press her thighs together, but the movement inundated her with searing sensation, and she groaned in frustration. Her tender, feminine flesh was moist and swollen, and to her consternation, she wished he was available to continue his maneuvers. Without a doubt, he would be competent to ease her physical woes.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Holding only the back of her neck, he didn't deepen the embrace, nor did he caress her or flex against her. He simply merged with her and, as he'd suspected, he was immediately overwhelmed.
This is what heaven must be like. The transient concept drifted past, then evaporated.
Sweetly, almost chastely, he discovered her best-kept secrets, using scant pressure and bare coercion. With a feeling approximating joy, he teased and trifled.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Attracted to her as he'd been to no other before, he was incorrigibly titillated and aroused. Though his enchantment was unsuitable and could never be acted upon, he lusted after her with a foolhardiness that was frightening.
He wanted to have her and exploit her in every manner a man could possibly covet a woman. The sentiments she inspired were feral, animalistic, ungovernable, an irrepressible compulsion that was beyond his cognition or command. He couldn't fight the restless impulses she inspired nor was he inclined to; he simply desired her with a negligent impetuosity that was manic in its intensity.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Such a virile, vital person, he was so different from the diverse gentlemen of her acquaintance who were watered-down versions of the male animal.
He exhibited none of the fluff or posturing, none of the pretension or swaggering, that the others practiced ad nauseam, but then, he didn't need to preen or pose. With that invincible combination of attitude, demeanor, and temperament, rivals could only jealously envy him. And he was so bloody good-looking. An amazing body, coupled with a comely face and those mesmerizing sapphire eyes, ensured that he cut a swath wherever he went. Heads turned, women coveted, men begrudged. It almost wasn't fair to the members of his sex that he possessed so much, while the rest of them had been graced with so little.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Would you rather I'd stayed upstairs and let Wilson fondle your pretty bottom?" He peered over her shoulder, baldly scanning her backside, and her knees weakened at the decidedly salacious gleam of approval he flashed once he'd finished. "While I admit it's quite lovely, I'd thought you'd applaud my intervention, but if you'd like me to go..."
"No, you bounder." Recalling how disgusted she'd been by Mr. Wilson's advance, she gripped his hand more firmly than she should have, and he rewarded her by snuggling her a bit closer than was proper. "Don't you dare leave my side.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“His lips grazed her earlobe---deliberately, she was sure---his hand rested on the small of her back, and she was overwhelmed by having him so near. With all the attention leveled their way, they were awkwardly conspicuous in a fashion she hated, so she deigned to act as normally as possible. She gripped the mallet, but just when she would have attempted her initial swing, Mr. Stevens reached around her, effectively trapping her in the circle of his arms.
"Permit me to instruct you," he said, and chills sped down her spine. "The game goes like this."
Warm and magnetic, the entire front of his body was flattened against the back of hers, and she could feel the solid plane of his chest, the curve of his abdomen as he arched over her, the strength of his legs as he balanced her between them. His groin was directly against her posterior, and the sensation produced an exhilarating swirl of butterflies that cascaded through her stomach.
Wrapping her small hands in his large ones, he controlled the arc of the stick as it landed with a firm thump, and their ball careened down the hillside.
"Very nice," he murmured, though she was quite sure he wasn't referring to the ball or the swing at all.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“My apologies, Wilson," he was stating to her partner, "but her first game was promised to me long ago." He glowered at her, challenging her to contradict him. "Isn't that right?"
The onlookers were spellbound by the fascinating display. Not wanting to cause a scene, she lied affably, "I'd given up on you, Mr. Stevens, and decided you weren't coming. How kind of you to finally join me."
"I was detained." He ushered her away, efficiently dismissing George. "Perhaps you can have a subsequent match with her, Wilson, although I doubt she'll be inclined. Once she's had the best, it will be hard for her to lower her standards.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“She was plainly not prone to sentimental outbursts; one impeccable tear tracked a charming trail down her cheek, and she glanced away. Flustered, she battled to stabilize her breathing and regain control, and he heaved a resigned sigh.
The ice around his heart began to melt. Incapable of sustaining his upset, he swiped his hand across her silky skin, capturing the warm moisture on his thumb, then he stuck it in his mouth and sucked at the salty drop. She was out of her league in this residence and with these people; a lamb led to the slaughter.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“There was a deceptive air about her that fascinated him; she was natural yet beguiling, and he'd calculated that copulation with her would be a refreshing development, that she would bring something to his sexual intercourse that had been lacking for a long while. By doing nothing at all, she formented a diverse jumble of sentiment that had him craving more than a heedless carnal encounter.
Perhaps his heart had not turned to stone, after all.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“As she'd deliberately and languidly stripped herself bare then knelt in the tub, seductively scrubbing her private places, she'd seemed an intriguing mix of innocence and experience, wholesome yet tantalizing. Knowing he was watching---or so he'd believed---she'd presented a sensual, galvanizing exhibition that could only have been designed to titillate and inflame. The interlude had been the most erotic he'd ever witnessed in a lifetime that had been filled with naughty sexual activity.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender