passion erupted over her like sparks of electricity, as the pace increased, she felt him all around her---his hand gripping her hips so tightly they were going to bruise, his cock hard and thick inside her, and his sweaty chest pressed firmly against her breasts. It felt amazing and overwhelming all at once, as if she’d touched an arcing power line. Sizzle incarnate.
They stayed locked like that for what felt like hours, exploring each other’s bodies and the sheer pleasure between them. Then he came, shooting his seed deep inside of her, filling her womb in a way it never had been before. She tensed around him and then was shoved over the edge of orgasm, exploding around him, feeling as if she’d gone from running on current to being struck by lightning. It was ecstasy and sensation overload.
Her breathing calmed as he pulled out of her, and as she managed to curl onto his lap. Reaching down, Xav stroked her hair back and kissed her temple. “You know what I hope?”
“What?”
“I hope that maybe, just maybe, someday we have a little girl and her eyes are as blue as yours.”
“Or maybe we can have a son as strapping as you. Hell, we can have a whole family.”
He nodded and kissed her, claiming her mouth with his own. “Why not? We have all the time in the world.”
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Excerpt From The Russian’s Resistant Lover (Book 1 of the Tonov Triplets Series)
“Go fuck yourself,” Valov Tonov shouted over his shoulder.
“Excuse me!” She said, matching pace with him. “All I want to do is ask you a few questions.”
He sighed. He already knew what would happen. As the big, bad mafia boss, anything he said would immediately be used to turn him into a villain and defame him in the press. It didn't matter that he was most likely more honest than most politicians were.
“I do not talk to the media,” he said. Not even ones as sexy as you. The reporter following him was sexy; there was no doubt about that. Her coffee-colored skin looked as smooth as silk and her big, brown eyes and full lips were just as alluring as her generous breasts and hips, which seemed to be bursting out of her expensive designer clothes. She was definitely a vision, even though she was two heads shorter than he was and carried around the biggest purse that he had ever seen. He had to admit she was damn fast, even under the weight of that bag.
“Look,” she said breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with him. “This is Bangor, Maine. No foreigners go unnoticed here, especially the rich ones with thick, Russian accents. There are already rumors and reports about you being part of the Russian mafia.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and she quickly held up her hands in defense. “I'm not saying you're evil,” she quickly said, as if being part of the mafia and being evil was the same thing. “But your silence, refusal to cooperate with the press and the authorities, and the coincidental drop in crime since your arrival here has rumors flying.”
“What’s your name, again?”
“Rae St. Germaine. Listen, I’m giving you a chance to tell your side of the story, give yourself a human aspect for the people. This will help end the discrimination against you and your family, and it will help everyone in Maine better understand your culture.”
“It will also help sell newspapers,” Valov said. “Last time I checked, the Bangor Daily News was in trouble. If it doesn't get a lot of sales fast, then there will be a huge drop in sponsorship deals and there will be no funding to keep your office in repair, let alone your salary paid.”
“You're
They stayed locked like that for what felt like hours, exploring each other’s bodies and the sheer pleasure between them. Then he came, shooting his seed deep inside of her, filling her womb in a way it never had been before. She tensed around him and then was shoved over the edge of orgasm, exploding around him, feeling as if she’d gone from running on current to being struck by lightning. It was ecstasy and sensation overload.
Her breathing calmed as he pulled out of her, and as she managed to curl onto his lap. Reaching down, Xav stroked her hair back and kissed her temple. “You know what I hope?”
“What?”
“I hope that maybe, just maybe, someday we have a little girl and her eyes are as blue as yours.”
“Or maybe we can have a son as strapping as you. Hell, we can have a whole family.”
He nodded and kissed her, claiming her mouth with his own. “Why not? We have all the time in the world.”
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Excerpt From The Russian’s Resistant Lover (Book 1 of the Tonov Triplets Series)
“Go fuck yourself,” Valov Tonov shouted over his shoulder.
“Excuse me!” She said, matching pace with him. “All I want to do is ask you a few questions.”
He sighed. He already knew what would happen. As the big, bad mafia boss, anything he said would immediately be used to turn him into a villain and defame him in the press. It didn't matter that he was most likely more honest than most politicians were.
“I do not talk to the media,” he said. Not even ones as sexy as you. The reporter following him was sexy; there was no doubt about that. Her coffee-colored skin looked as smooth as silk and her big, brown eyes and full lips were just as alluring as her generous breasts and hips, which seemed to be bursting out of her expensive designer clothes. She was definitely a vision, even though she was two heads shorter than he was and carried around the biggest purse that he had ever seen. He had to admit she was damn fast, even under the weight of that bag.
“Look,” she said breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with him. “This is Bangor, Maine. No foreigners go unnoticed here, especially the rich ones with thick, Russian accents. There are already rumors and reports about you being part of the Russian mafia.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and she quickly held up her hands in defense. “I'm not saying you're evil,” she quickly said, as if being part of the mafia and being evil was the same thing. “But your silence, refusal to cooperate with the press and the authorities, and the coincidental drop in crime since your arrival here has rumors flying.”
“What’s your name, again?”
“Rae St. Germaine. Listen, I’m giving you a chance to tell your side of the story, give yourself a human aspect for the people. This will help end the discrimination against you and your family, and it will help everyone in Maine better understand your culture.”
“It will also help sell newspapers,” Valov said. “Last time I checked, the Bangor Daily News was in trouble. If it doesn't get a lot of sales fast, then there will be a huge drop in sponsorship deals and there will be no funding to keep your office in repair, let alone your salary paid.”
“You're
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