Title: Candlemoth
Author: Pauline West
Series: A Holy City Romance (Book 1)
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: June 23 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
A bold and independent free spirit from the
foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons
in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich
playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.
The bad boy heir to the Calhoun fortune, Ry
is a notorious Lowcountry playboy who's never met a challenge like gorgeous
Lily Inoue.
How can someone so wrong feel exactly
right?
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Excerpt: Rated X
I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there
was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so
savagely it sucked the air from my chest.
Oh, I wanted him deep inside me.
“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry
said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.
“I think I’d like to see you on your
knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange.
Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with
lust. He kissed me differently then,
with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth
between my legs.
“Mm…”
His fingers curved roughly down around the
front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards
my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly.
His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned. My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips
of his fingers slip beneath my panties.
I was the wettest I’d been in all my life,
as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava. I cried out, pressing into his touch,
plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing
accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender.
“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet
mouth. I stared up at the stars, crying
out as their light slurred down over us.
I felt a fullness in me beginning to build,
felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping
me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again,
rhythmic, relentless. His knuckles bit
perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside
me. I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm
flood forwards.
“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured,
pressing his face into my hair possessively.
I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries. This sweet, layered agony-
“I want to come for you,” I gasped,
“Please, please.”
“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing
himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the
sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I
fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.
Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the
moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark
eyebrows. I thrilled again at how little
there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for
him. I threw my arms around Ry’s neck,
burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist.
“You could make me do anything you want,” I
said, softly.
He pinned me back against the wall again,
his eyes shining. The fullness of his
cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back,
shivering with his touch, looking up at him.
“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered.
Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a
low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal. We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d
slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.
But he put me down gently and led me by the
hand through the gate. I followed,
tugging my dress down. We were laughing
soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door,
Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me
on his hand.
His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and
then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.
The silence of the house instantly folded
around us. It felt different to kiss him
there, in that unfamiliar dark. Ry
lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter,
burying his face against my breasts. He
squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen. Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through
the wet silk of my dress.
The hot darts of pain made me hiss with
lust.
“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he
said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.
“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying
to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the
edge of violence. Ry sank his face into
me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his
fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to
him as he opened his mouth against me.
I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked
all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any
more arousal. My senses were so
exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured
face.
But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert,
slow circles against my clit. One of his
hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me
raw. I bucked against his face, my hands
clawing at the counter.
“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I
can’t take this-”
Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of
his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine
greedily. My nerves sizzled raw. I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the
insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me
to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.
I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat. I could see droplets of it on my bared
thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck.
Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew
exactly what he was doing to me.
That turned me on all the more, even as it
made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills
on. Every dial on my body was cranked
farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.
The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.
With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper
into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.
And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let
me come. He sucked me up to the
precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard
lick. He stuck his tongue inside me as I
came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.
“Oh god, oh god-” My cries were animal now, my body so wet that
I slid on the counter. Ry dug further
into me, his fingers opening me deeply.
The effect was shattering. I lost
my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure. He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I
was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly
released.
Ry moved his face back and forth as light
as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his
mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips.
As I curled inwards, he leaned over me,
kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses
smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly. After a moment, he pulled back, biting his
lips, as if tasting me again. I looked
up at him, too limp to move or speak.
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to
death.”
I couldn’t even speak English anymore.
I shook my head, trying to move away from
him and his vampiric ecstasy. But even
as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body. Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was
hopelessly addicted.
He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing
the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.
The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he
already owned me. Ry tossed his shirt to
one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants.
His cock was enormous.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you
can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll. “You’ll have to stay here with me. Then I’m gonna nail you all morning...” His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I
couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again
as he slid me down to his cock. He ran
his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out
and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.
I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling
myself upright again.
“Come fuck me.”
Ry drove himself inside me with a force
that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry,
soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose,
fuck me to death, I didn’t care.
It felt so good that I couldn’t feel
anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.
Our bodies were both drenched now, and it
felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo
under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come. I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on
the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered except-
I heard someone clear his throat in the
doorway.
My eyes snapped open.
Silhouetted in the dim light from the
street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway. He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe
loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was
craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food.
Even though his thick white hair was crazed
on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly
around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the
day before.
Mr. Calhoun.
He was watching us as if we were stray dogs
he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time. “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said,
finally. He went back out into the
hallway.
Another
one.
What
did I expect?
But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved. I was humiliated.
I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d
ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded
up and died off.
I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself
with the damp ruins of my dress. But Ry
had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me
with disgust.
“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him. Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway,
heading back towards me. “Lily, wait
here. Dad!”
But I was already out the door.
Ry chased me outside. “Please, please, you don’t understand. He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”
I
was crying, and furious with myself for crying.
“I do, I understand you perfectly.
You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”
Ry
tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms.
I wouldn’t let him.
“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things
we’ve said? How I’ve made you feel?” Ry
said. “I know you feel this, too, I know
you do, I could feel it. Everything in
you answers everything in me, Lily. You
keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”
“Bullshit! I can’t believe anything you say! I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who
the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway? I don’t like people doing things for me,
remember? You know why? Because I can’t fucking trust anybody! I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!”
Somehow, I was screaming.
“Lily,
enough!” His voice cracked my name like
a pistol shot. I felt my body respond to
the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.
“Don’t. Just don’t. All right?” I said.
“At
least let me walk you to your-”
“Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want
you to touch me. Leave me alone!”
I ran into the dark.
I drove home with all my windows down,
needing air in my face.
Cold, clean air. Hungry black air. Anything to wash away the electricity, the
unrelenting connection that still remained like an unbroken thread between me
and Ry Calhoun. No matter how far away I
was from him.
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Pauline West is a bookworm, trail runner
and bourbon lover. Her hobbies include mild hypochondria and ill-advised
matchmaking.
Author Links:
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads
Website
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads
Website
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Other Works by Pauline West
A
Holy City Romance Series
Candlemoth Book 1
Candlemoth Book 1
Possibly
Never Candlemoth Book 2
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