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Carnage (Whispers From the Bayou, #1) Carnage by Sandra R. Neeley
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“He wasted no time, alternately lapping at her nipples and suckling them. When she purred and gave him more moans, he experimented and lightly grazed her breasts with his teeth. Her hips bucked up off the bed in response. He smiled to himself, being sure to discover all the things his mate loved best. He was a very big male, and when he opened his mouth fully, he found he could fit almost her entire breast in his mouth, tonguing it when he did. She held him tighter to her and whispered, “Yes! More, please!”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Carnage. Carnage stole a human female and brought her here. Against your rules. And now she’s sleeping in his bed,” he finished as he smiled sardonically. “Fuck!” Enthrall mumbled as he dragged a hand down his face. He hated confronting Carnage. Carnage was dangerous. He was unpredictable and volatile. But he was also a very good male. H”
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“She reached up and grabbed his head in her hands, bringing it down closer to her. She locked eyes with him, “Mine!” she shouted at him. His eyes got huge as he watched her, but she wasn’t finished. Now that his horns were within reach, she wrapped her hand around one of them so that he couldn’t stand upright without pulling her off her feet. Then she threw her head back and screamed, “MINE!!!”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“I stood there. She continued to caress me, then she said, ‘What I would do to you if you were real!’ and she stepped closer, standing on her toes again to get a better look at my face. She never once let go of my manhood, stroking me the whole time, then she said, ‘It’s almost as though I can see you breathing!’ Finally, I could take it no longer. I stopped holding my breath, I looked down at her, and I said, ‘Of course you can see me breathing! And if you don’t stop stroking me, you’ll see more than me breathing! So, now, Here I am, real! What shall you do to me, little female?’” Destroy was smiling as he relayed his story.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Carolena looked away from Enthrall to the windows once more, then, she said softly, “He’s beautiful. He’s got the most expressive eyes and lips that look as though he is always pouting. And he has magnificent horns. They are shiny, and twisty, and dark and, and…beautiful”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Enthrall watched, spellbound. This was what he wanted. He wanted a woman, no matter her species, that made him feel that it was alright to be who he was. He was a monster in the eyes of most. He’d once been human, but that had been so long ago that even he sometimes forgot his origins.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Carnage seemed to melt into her hands, his cheek rubbing softly against one of her hands where they cupped his jaw. She watched patiently, waiting while he struggled for words, “No. Huuurrtt,” he said. “Saaaafffe.” He smiled at her gently.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Destroy smiled at her in a sinister way, “You are wise to fear us, human, but I will not hurt you — much. Only if you like it…” he grinned, showing all his teeth, fangs almost as large as Carnage’s.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Destroy, realizing he’d just stormed right into Enthrall’s home, stuttered his progress a bit, “Yeah, well, sorry. I was excited to see your response and meet the female.” Then, not being a stupid Gargoyle, he walked back over to the front door, rapped his knuckles against it, and smiled sheepishly at Enthrall.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage
“Yes, really,” Enthrall answered as he approached her. She took a step back, and he responded, “Come now, I’ve already promised not to harm you this day. I must touch you to take you back home.” He placed his arm about her waist, and before she could pull away, he said, “Hold tight. We’ll be there in a moment.” “What are you?” she asked on a whisper as he tightened his grip on her waist. He smiled charmingly down at her and said as though it was no big deal, “Vampire.”
Sandra R. Neeley, Carnage