New for 2010: Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes

Hey Everyone! So to start of 2010 Im going to do a weekly post for YOU the reader, and you could win goodies! Yes, I know its going to be fun though....

So whats all this "Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes"? Well I had an idea. why not give a saturday snippet, but a naughty sex scene from one of our books, and run a contest for it. The contest will be this:

Read the sex scene, and pick a song that you think could be playing in the background during said sex scene. Post the song in the comments section. On the Sunday, I will pick a winner from the comments on the song we think is either closest to something we would have picked for the scene or possible THE song we picked for the scene. So you have untill Sunday evening to enter and Ill pick a winner at 9pm on Sunday (est).

What do you win? Well how about an e copy of the book where the sex scene is featured? Cool? I thought so! So ready?

To start off this little craziness, We are going to start with one of our underrated books, The Soft Edge of Midnight.

The Soft Edge of Midnight
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Races: Unicorns, Fallen Angels, Devils, Fey
Length: Full Novel
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This scene Is the first of when Karsten, our Stallion unicorn, and Illori, the Mare, get it on. Its early in the book. I had wanted to give you guys a scene with Sammael, the "bad guy" in the book, but this seemed more toward the heart of the book. Anyway. Heres the scene. Read it, then post a comment as to what song you think would work best as background music for it. Winner will win this book in e book format... So ready? Good Luck and I cant wait to see what you guys come up with! Enjoy Karsten and Illori!

She was so innocent. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. The urge to grab her and kiss her senseless was there. He was doing well restraining himself. They walked in silence, Karsten breathing her in as they did. She was beautiful and perfect, and what’s more, she knew she was a mare. Such a rare find, so rare. She stopped them just in front of a building. “This it?”

“Yep.” She opened the front door and led him up the stairs to her door. “I’ve just moved in, more or less, so there’s not much in the way of furniture. I haven’t had a chance to decorate it yet,” she explained letting him in. “I’m lucky enough to have good neighbors, and the view of the Kelvin Gardens is unbeaten.” She smiled wryly at him as they walked into the surprisingly large lounge. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Not unless the drink is you, Sweetness.” He grinned, pulling her to him and kissing her in a crushing and needy embrace.

She melted willingly into him, moaning into his mouth. Her small hands moved over him, exploring his body. She pulled back, licking her lips. “How can this be? I’ve searched for you. For so long I looked. I didn’t think there was any left here. Are there others?”

He groaned and shook his head. “I have been searching just as long, believe me.”
She smiled warmly up at him. “I do.” She licked her lips again tasting him. “So what now?”

The thing of it was, he didn’t know. All roads pointed to making her his, to mating with her, to marking her, to keeping her safe, and to loving her. “I don’t know. Every fiber of my being is telling me to take you, make you moan and writhe for me. What do yours say?”

“They say that sounds like a plan.” She smiled and kissed him again as she worked her coat off. She paused as she threw it to the floor a little unsure.
He grinned and, grabbing her around the thighs, lifted her up. “So do you taste like candy or what, love? You sure smell like it.” He buried his face into her neck, breathed deeply, and groaned.

She arched into him, clearly enjoying his attentions. “I don’t know. I’ve never really...well, we can find out.” She nuzzled him. “You smell like home.” She groaned and pointed to a closed door. “Bedroom’s that way. I need to have you surrounded by my sheets.”

The thought of being wrapped in her scent and her warm sexy body sent him into a frenzy. He had her through the door, into the bedroom, and lying on the bed in seconds. He kissed her chin, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her throat, and her lips as his hands delved under her sweater and T-shirt to the silky skin of her torso. He groaned again and looked her in the eye, “You feel so good, so good,” he mumbled as his hands caught hold of the hem of her shirt and sweater. Lifting them, he exposed her skin and her breasts, encased in a powder blue lace bra to his view. “Saints preserve us, you’re fucking perfect.”

She gasped, blushing as her body arched towards him. “You think?” She smiled heatedly at him as her hands moved under his shirt and she felt his muscles.
He grinned and sucked in a breath as she touched him. The feel of a mare on a stallion’s skin was electric, the touch like cotton. He growled and reared off her. Ripping his sweater off, he went back to her, kissing the uncovered tops of her heaving breasts. His tongue snaked out and he shook his head. “Christ, you do taste sweet. Gods.” He was already lost. His body protested its confinement, but there was no way this wasn’t going to be fantastic for her, he would see to that. She would remember this fondly until the end of their days, and it would not be because he was a rash, unfeeling oaf. He was resigned to make her purr before he entered her.
Her silky body moved up to him, her hands moving over his bare flesh. “Oh Gods, please.” She shivered. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,. You’re too much of a treat.” He smirked. His hands went to the button of her jeans and he moved down her body as his fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the denim that fit her like a second skin. He pulled them down, both the jeans and him pooling at her feet. He tossed the offending denim aside and admired her toes, delicately painted a perfect shade of lavender. He looked up the long line of her body, looked at legs that were perfectly shaped and at the small scrap of silk and lace that matched the bra she wore, and he sighed. The mare would be his, and she wasn’t stopping him.

She smiled at him again, blushing faintly as she sat up and kissed him. Her hands moved to his thighs and squeezed up them until she found his imprisoned cock. She blushed deeper. “Oh my.”

He gave her a very male look. “Yeah, you’ll be saying a bit more than that soon enough.” He kissed her again and groaned. His hands went to her tummy and then the soft downy hair just under the lace. She was more than ready for him, her scent changing from cotton candy–like sugariness to peppermint, reminiscent of a candy cane. He was going to enjoy her for decades and eons to come. His fingers skimmed the top of the underwear just as his mouth found her nipple peaking out a rosy, almost orchid color from behind the offending lace.

“Oh, Karsten!” She arched into his mouth. Her hands moved over his back, running her nails lightly over his flesh.

He hissed into her, the feeling of her touch overwhelming. “Yeah, you’re going to be saying that a lot, Ori, I promise you that.”

“I hope so.” She wiggled urgently under him. “You need help getting my bra off?” She teased, giggling as her slender foot found his crotch and massaged it carefully. She wiggled her arms out of her sweater and pushed it farther up but left it there, not taking it over her head.

“No, no. I like it just where it is. I like the friction of it between your skin and my tongue.” He smiled and went back to nibbling and licking her skin, both in and under the bra. “And you better be nice or this won’t last long enough for you to enjoy it, and I so want you to enjoy it.”

She grinned down at him gasping. “You know best, and I am enjoying myself.”
“Yes, but you will enjoy this a lot more.” His fingers hooked under the tiny string sides of her underwear, and he slid them down a bit, her hips lifting of their own accord for him to remove the cloth. She was indeed ready, but he wasn’t ending this so quickly. She was a rare treat, one he intended to savor fully. “Ummm, look at that,” he said absently as he admired the now exposed small junction between her legs. Not a single line marred her skin, the only modification was the tiny star bellybutton ring. He grinned. She likes stars? “You like stars?” The sparse hair between her legs was trimmed neatly, as if a present to him, for it was his favorite, seeing it presented so. He looked up to her, waiting for her answer to his question.

She beamed. “I do. They remind me of better times. Why, do you?”

He smiled and kissed her. “You’ll see,” he said, his hands now on her perfect skin. “I want to make this last, sweetness. I need you and I am not sure I will last at the rate this is going.”

“I know. I need you so much.” She kissed him nuzzling at his face. “I always have.” She trembled under his touch. “Please, take me,” she whispered pleadingly.
He groaned. He could never deny her, regardless if the mark would take or not. He wasn’t sure if she was his mate, only sex would show the truth, and that meant marking her, and the mark taking. It scared him that she may not be, but the upside was that they would have each other and not be alone. Either way, he won, just one was better than the other. Here’s to hoping my luck holds out. He kissed her. His hands went to his pants, quickly opening them and getting them off his thighs. He waited, letting her accept him or deny him. It was part of the courtship, and as much as she might be out of her mind with lust and need, it didn’t mean she was going to except that part of him.

Looking down at him, she shivered and wet her lips once again with her pink tongue. She moaned and scooted her leg over him so he knelt in between her legs, her thighs glistening with moisture. “Please, Karsten, hurry.” She rubbed her cheek against his, mixing their scents.

Oh, God. She was accepting and willing, and she was already marking him herself. It was all too much for him, and he grabbed her hips and lifted her, bending down to kiss her thoroughly. His left hand held her hips up to him, and she voluntarily wrapped her legs around his hips. His right hand slipped between her thighs, and her wetness coated him. Still of mind to make her purr before he had her, he stroked her softly, his thumb pressing on her clit, a finger now slipping inside her.
“God, yes!” she cried out, her spine bowing, as she came hard around his finger, her body clenching on to him tightly. She moaned, riding his finger as her orgasm rode her. She kissed him as he continued to work on her clit. “Mmmm, perfect.” She purred lazily and looked up at him, her eyes heavy with contentment, the urgency now out of her actions. Her breathing hitched again. She was well on her way to her second coming—literally.

That’s it, baby, he thought as he worked her, reluctantly removing his hand from her willing flesh. He positioned her above his cock, hard and riding high on his belly. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, cradling him in her heat, and there was no better feeling. His eyes locked with hers, and he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked the finger he had inside her, just as he swiveled his hips and slipped inside her. She was wet, willing, and yielding but tight, and he went slowly, waiting for just the right moment. He smiled around his finger and thrust deep into her. “My God, you feel like heaven and smell like sweet sin.”

Wincing, she hissed. Her body was shaking with need. “Gods, don’t stop.” She swallowed hard. “So big.” Kissing him hard, she moved her hips experimentally and moaned into him.

“That’s it. Accept it. You’ll be getting it a lot.” He set a slow and devastatingly deep rhythm. She was so wet, so damn welcoming. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, nipping at her skin.

She cried out. Her hands moved over his back, pulling herself closer to him. “I hope so,” she whispered into his ear as he rode her, her legs tightly around his waist. Her featherlight kisses moved over every inch of him she could reach, her labored breaths tickling over him more urgently.

“Ummm, God, that’s it. You do taste so good, you know that?” he whispered in her ear as he took her. “You’re mine, Ori. All mine. So long, I waited so long.”
“Yours.” She smiled breathlessly at him. “Finally. Been far too long, and you’re mine, Karsten.” She dug her nails a little into him to emphasize her point. She sobbed. Her body so very close.

“Then come for me, sweetness. Show me you want me.” He swiveled his hips and lifted hers higher. “Show me you always want this.”

She screamed, coming tightly around him. Her body shook and stiffened as the waves of an orgasm washed through her. Her nails dug deeply into him as she clung to him, unable to breathe.

“Gods, love!” He grunted before following her over the brink, and he filled her, surging within her. He panted and nipped her earlobe. “All mine. Well, soon anyway.”
She shuddered and relaxed back on the bed. “No, now. Yours.” Her cheek moved along him, and she licked a few beads of sweat from him. She beamed at him before nuzzling him more forcefully. “Mine.”