She hadn’t left. She’d come back to Harry weekly, to have him bring her more pain, push her harder, test her soft limits, come nearer her hard ones. He had torn into her, burned her, bit her, cut her, and fucked her for hours and hours, never stopping until she begged for it with her safeword. She had been sure he would stop sooner, that he would see how hurt she was, how badly she needed rest, but he never did. He hurt her more, fucked her more violently, choked the breath from her.
Blue Moon House Excerpts
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
#HDH Hump Day Hook - Blue Moon House
Because I just don't have enough going on in my blog, I'm going to join this group as well! You want a tease from Blue Moon House or one of the prequels? Wednesdays are your new favourite day. I thought I'd take something from the published novella to start us off. I'll rotate through prequels and back again (unless you, dear reader, leave a comment telling me to do otherwise!) As always, I'm not alone in this. Be sure to check out the other great hooks by visiting the blog.
Their first night together had been one that rivalled all others. The second time, however, was the night she’d never forget, the night she’d signed herself over as his submissive and was sworn never to share with anyone not associated with this House what happened within. The first time he bit her, tasted her blood, the pain and pleasure had been beyond her comprehension. She had been free to leave, as she had always been, but she must keep their secret, the vampires of Blue Moon House.
She hadn’t left. She’d come back to Harry weekly, to have him bring her more pain, push her harder, test her soft limits, come nearer her hard ones. He had torn into her, burned her, bit her, cut her, and fucked her for hours and hours, never stopping until she begged for it with her safeword. She had been sure he would stop sooner, that he would see how hurt she was, how badly she needed rest, but he never did. He hurt her more, fucked her more violently, choked the breath from her.
She hadn’t left. She’d come back to Harry weekly, to have him bring her more pain, push her harder, test her soft limits, come nearer her hard ones. He had torn into her, burned her, bit her, cut her, and fucked her for hours and hours, never stopping until she begged for it with her safeword. She had been sure he would stop sooner, that he would see how hurt she was, how badly she needed rest, but he never did. He hurt her more, fucked her more violently, choked the breath from her.
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