Knights of the Temple, 1
Kadence paints images that haunt her dreams, choosing to post them on Deviant Art to share. She’s contacted by the mysterious Michel, a man of wealth and means. He buys her work at substantial prices and demands to meet her. The towering Frenchman then turns on his thick charm.
Michel is not alone. His friend Gabriel is every woman’s fantasy. After the initial shock, she can’t resist their dual charms and chooses to spend one, wild night in their arms.
When their night together is interrupted by a vicious attack, she soon learns the men are more than they seem. They drag her into their dangerous world under the guise of protection, although they do not completely trust her—she is marked by the enemy.
Running for their lives, they’re forced into close confines. Will Kadence succumb to both men—or will she lose them along the way?
Be Warned: menage (MFM) sex, anal sex, bondage.
Excerpt So I’m right.” She looked away, but not before he saw the hurt on her face.
He saw her reflection in the glass window and wanted to ease the ache from her. His hands moved of their own accord and went to her shoulders, rubbing them in hopes of calming her. Her body immediately stiffened to the touch, but she slowly melted into his hands. His gentle ministrations had their desired effect. A rush of desire swelled through him at the simple gesture, his need to pull her close and ravage her screaming in his ears.
Gabriel knew that Michel would not approve. Casting a quick glance across the car, he found Michel sitting with his eyes open, quietly watching the interaction between them. His gaze was hooded, observing seemingly enough to enthrall him. Their stares met, a look of understanding instantly zipped between them. They were both slaves to her call.
Gabriel turned again to Kadence, feeling her relaxing further to his touch. He spied her neck. Soft tendrils of her coppery hair flowed from the quick chignon she’d put in. The thin column of flesh was so enticing. His mouth moved to it of its own accord. He placed his lips just under her hairline and felt her stiffen once more. Continuing to massage her shoulders, she melted soon after.
He stole another kiss, laying it tentatively. She did not stiffen the second time, but rather arched her neck back to better receive his touch. It was a move of acquiescence and all the permission he needed to venture further.
Moving closer to her, he pulled her back to his chest and gathered her into his arms, kissing the tender flesh of her neck and ear. Her breathing had quickened, and he felt her rapid heartbeat against his lips. He pulled away the soft jacket he’d put on her the night before, bearing her further to his tongue. The ripe swell of her breasts above her bodice could be admired from his vantage point, looking over her shoulder. He gently cupped the flesh and molded it to his fingers as he tasted every inch of her his mouth could reach.
He lowered one hand to the edge of her dress, pulling it up her creamy thighs. Her panties were long gone. They’d cloth her once they reached Monaco. There had been no time to worry about undergarments on their harried escape. As he pulled the fabric higher, he began to see the shadow of her sex appear. Breath hitched in his lungs, he needed to see her once more. Touch her. Taste her. As the shaved mound became apparent, he took in air on a hiss.
Once he caught sight of the pink flesh, pearled already with her juices, he could no longer resist. He lowered himself to the floor, resting on his knees as he widened her thighs, pushing her back to the seat. Catching her eyes for a brief moment, he lowered his head to sample a little of her bliss.
Other Knights of the Temple Books:
Two Knights of Indulgence
One Knight's Bargain