Episode One: The Man on The Mountain

©2012 Raminar Dixon

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An excerpt from the book:

Their previous passion became reignited, and Brooth’s hands went to her breasts, which he molded and caressed. She didn’t try to fight the urge to moan loudly, and did so while his mouth found her neck again and suckled there tenderly.

You make me crazy,” Brooth murmured between kisses. His cock had once again become as hard as steel, and he was more than eager to be inside her. He could only gasp out at the sudden delightful sensation of her hand as it wrapped around him and began to lightly stroke up and down the shaft.

Moans giggled, both from his affectionate ministrations and the knowledge that she literally had him in the palm of her hand. The double entendre behind those words delighted her analytical side so much, but she kept it to herself, having learned that saying so at that moment might ruin the mood.

The tingling had evolved into a full-blown ache and the growing, gnawing feeling in her slit caused her to rock her hips and throw one leg over Brooth’s. There, she ground herself against him, barely enough to quell the sensation. Her moans became louder and more pronounced as her clit rubbed across his skin.


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