"I want to taste you." His voice seduced her. His body, costumed in a linen kilt and a mask of the ancient Egyptian lion-headed god of the massacre, made her body burn.
It was inappropriate, unprofessional, but when he spoke, "I'm not a gentle lover. I'll take you fast. I'll take you hard, and I won't stop until we've both come," Diana willingly took the plunge into decadence, forgetting where they were and who she was.
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1 . Nice setting
Posted November 05, 2011 by Nessa , GenevaShort, erotic story that has a nice setting. I enjoyed picturing the scenery. The actual adult part was ok, although one use of a clinical word made me cringe. Nothing out-of-the ordinary, but not bad either.
The shortness of the story makes it a good quick-read during a break or so.
The Egyptian setting is really something worth exploring.
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Take Me by Grace Samuels
The man behind the lion mask was fascinating. His body was long and lean with strong muscle definition. He looked at home in the linen kilt and knee-high wrap sandals. But what intrigued her most was the tiny glimmer at his nipple and the tattoo around his biceps. It set him apart, gave him a slightly exotic and dangerous aura.
She had noticed him glancing her way off and on. He would draw her gaze, devour her with his eyes then turn away, summarily dismissing her. It was equally frustrating and captivating.
Then "Maahes'" tactics changed. As she conversed individually or within a group, Diana would see a shimmer of movement, feel the skim of a hand at her hip. A caress gliding across her silk-covered tummy. A finger whispering down her bare arm. Before she could respond, he was gone. She would turn, but all she ever saw was a retreating back. A tanned back that rippled with muscles with each step he took. Had a man ever looked so devastating in an Egyptian kilt? He was as Maahes would have been. Strong. Confident. Striding with pride. The tight curve of his buttocks was delineated through the linen. His thick, dark hair invited a woman's fingers to run through it.
She smelled him before she saw him. She had incorporated his scent into her memory. His flirtatious dance of the evening had seduced her, enticed her, invited her to play. But play what? Was she really interpreting his touches, his glances correctly? Or was her imagination on overload?
His smell was earthy, fresh with a hint of spice. The man was standing much too close for her peace of mind. She could feel his heat. She wanted to reach out and touch the bare, toned flesh.
She turned to face him. "Why are you standing so close to me?"