About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 12)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Connor looked up from between her legs, enjoying the smile on Daphne’s face. Need still beat at him. His jeans were painfully tight; he could bear the constriction no longer. Removing them, he groaned with pleasure as his engorged dick sprang free, full and ready. Connor crawled slowly, purposefully, up the bed, like a stalking predator ready for the kill. He admired the sight of Daphne, still twitching with aftershocks from his skillful, ‘Tongue Lashing.’
Pressing his body against hers, he claimed her mouth again. Her thundering heart beat like a drum roll preceding the final act of his performance.
Connor pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. A glint of happiness sparkled there and he savored the fact that he was the one to give it to her.
“Daphne, I have never wanted a woman as I do you right now.” He meant these words; this was not the rehearsed speech of his trade and he wanted her to know this. She was special to him. Her injured soul had called out to him, and he wanted nothing more than to make her whole again. He could spend eternity lavishing affection on her if it took that long to make her believe she deserved it.
Her glassy, unfocused eyes met his. She was lost in a state of pure euphoria. He pressed the thickness of his hard cock against her thigh and watched the reaction on her face. She smiled serenely with that goofy, crooked grin he was beginning to love.
“I want you, Daphne. I need you.” He adjusted, pressing the tip of his engorged dick against her opening. Daphne was hot, wet and ready for him to claim.
“Take me,” she said softly.
Connor teased at her ready pussy with small thrusts, allowing only the swollen head of his cock to push inside.
Daphne lay ready, legs spread wide for him, but he sensed something was wrong. He studied her face. Her eyes were now closed tight, and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her hips rose slightly, moving closer to meet Connor’s. He pulled back denying her the feel of his cock.
She let out a small cry in protest but did not open her eyes to look at him. He sensed she still held back, that a part of her was still hiding from enjoying all he had to give.
“Daphne, open your eyes. Look at the desire you bring out in me.”


Daphne enjoyed all Connor had done to her tonight, but a lingering fear stuck in her mind. She could accept him claiming her body, a surprising feat she never thought she would be able to do. But she could not face him. A small part of her worried. What if she looked up and saw displeasure, boredom, or disgust in his eyes? She didn’t want to face the unhappy look that he might have at her lack of expertise. The look Ken had often given her. Connor was clearly a pro. He did things to her that made the earth move and caused her body to shatter into a million tiny fragments of pleasure. But what if she could not make him feel the same?
Connor bent down to her and placed another gentle kiss on her lips before whispering into her ear, “You bring me pleasure just by allowing me to be with you. I want you to see how wonderful you make me feel. Please open your eyes. Share this with me. This one simple act will send me over the boundaries of ecstasy.”
Oh God, he has all the right words. Could they really be true? Daphne fought against the fear. Her eyes cracked open. Slowly she looked up to his masculine chest and the thick collar around his neck. Her breath caught in her lungs as she inched her gaze up, past his neck to his gorgeous lips. A beautiful, content smile was on his face. She bit at her lip again and looked further up to finally meet his eyes.
He gazed lustily down at her. She felt the swollen tip of his cock again pressing gently against her opening. He nudged forward just enough to allow the tip to enter her.
She gasped a breath, blinked, and fought against the need to close her eyes.

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