| Author: | Camiel Rollins | ISBN: | 9781311264848 |
| Publisher: | Camiel Rollins | Publication: | November 16, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Camiel Rollins |
| ISBN: | 9781311264848 |
| Publisher: | Camiel Rollins |
| Publication: | November 16, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS
TO INVOKE THE RIGHT TO THE BRIDE'S FIRST NIGHT...
Handsome and virile, Baron Fabian Deschamps takes pity on a virgin bride callously treated by her old and nasty groom on the morning of their wedding, and he invokes his right to her first night to give the arrogant bastard a lesson and his virgin bride a pleasurable seduction she hopefully will never forget.
But as soon as her lips touched his, he realizes he is also going to have a lesson to learn. Not all virgins are innocent. Isabelle Duvre is a smart, curious, beautiful young woman. And there is the danger that he is going to be the one who will never forget her.
Excerpt:
His next words threw that thought to the river. "I am the Baron, and have claimed my right to your first night. That means it will not tarnish you if I kiss you. Is that right, ma bichette?"
She opened her mouth because his expression clearly meant he was waiting for an answer, but all she managed was to look like a fish as she tried to feebly find answer for the question he asked. She gulped. "No. I s-suppose if you will k-kiss me... it will not tarnish me at all, my L-Lord," she said at last.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, ma bichette," he said in a gentle voice as he approached her. "It is just a kiss."
He stopped when he reached her, and then leaned both hands on both sides of her on the log, securing her between them. She was frozen, and she could not honestly say if it was from fear or from excitement of being so near him. She had an obvious realization before his lips met hers – no, she was not at all afraid. But she was excited. So very excited.
And then all her senses focused on a new sensation that everything else became obsolete for a moment – his lips.
She gasped; an involuntary reaction to his nearness, to the softness of what she thought at first would be hard lips. He looked hard and powerful all over, why not his lip? But those were pliant, feathery almost, and gentle. When his tongue darted out of his mouth to touch her teeth and the tip of her own tongue so quickly, she couldn't help but to flinch. Was he being playful? Was the Baron jesting with her?
And then the kiss became more serious. He became very focused and more insistent until she realized he wanted her to open her mouth more fully, which she did as soon as she understood. His tongue slid in smoothly, traced the rim of her teeth and the insides of her lips, and then played with her tongue in a way that was not playful but something else. Something she did not know what to think of. She was rather finding it hard to think for the very first time in her life. Her heart began to race like it had never done before. She felt like she was going to faint, which did not really feel like the normal kind of fainting but... she felt very light. In a way that felt good.
"Hmmm..." he moaned a little, the sound vibrating against her as his lips moved expertly across her mouth. He moved, and she found both of his strong hands on her, one behind her which was a good thing because she would have collapsed, the other on her chin, raising it higher as his kiss became hungrier.
JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS
TO INVOKE THE RIGHT TO THE BRIDE'S FIRST NIGHT...
Handsome and virile, Baron Fabian Deschamps takes pity on a virgin bride callously treated by her old and nasty groom on the morning of their wedding, and he invokes his right to her first night to give the arrogant bastard a lesson and his virgin bride a pleasurable seduction she hopefully will never forget.
But as soon as her lips touched his, he realizes he is also going to have a lesson to learn. Not all virgins are innocent. Isabelle Duvre is a smart, curious, beautiful young woman. And there is the danger that he is going to be the one who will never forget her.
Excerpt:
His next words threw that thought to the river. "I am the Baron, and have claimed my right to your first night. That means it will not tarnish you if I kiss you. Is that right, ma bichette?"
She opened her mouth because his expression clearly meant he was waiting for an answer, but all she managed was to look like a fish as she tried to feebly find answer for the question he asked. She gulped. "No. I s-suppose if you will k-kiss me... it will not tarnish me at all, my L-Lord," she said at last.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, ma bichette," he said in a gentle voice as he approached her. "It is just a kiss."
He stopped when he reached her, and then leaned both hands on both sides of her on the log, securing her between them. She was frozen, and she could not honestly say if it was from fear or from excitement of being so near him. She had an obvious realization before his lips met hers – no, she was not at all afraid. But she was excited. So very excited.
And then all her senses focused on a new sensation that everything else became obsolete for a moment – his lips.
She gasped; an involuntary reaction to his nearness, to the softness of what she thought at first would be hard lips. He looked hard and powerful all over, why not his lip? But those were pliant, feathery almost, and gentle. When his tongue darted out of his mouth to touch her teeth and the tip of her own tongue so quickly, she couldn't help but to flinch. Was he being playful? Was the Baron jesting with her?
And then the kiss became more serious. He became very focused and more insistent until she realized he wanted her to open her mouth more fully, which she did as soon as she understood. His tongue slid in smoothly, traced the rim of her teeth and the insides of her lips, and then played with her tongue in a way that was not playful but something else. Something she did not know what to think of. She was rather finding it hard to think for the very first time in her life. Her heart began to race like it had never done before. She felt like she was going to faint, which did not really feel like the normal kind of fainting but... she felt very light. In a way that felt good.
"Hmmm..." he moaned a little, the sound vibrating against her as his lips moved expertly across her mouth. He moved, and she found both of his strong hands on her, one behind her which was a good thing because she would have collapsed, the other on her chin, raising it higher as his kiss became hungrier.
