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“How are you, my chevalier?” she asked.
Eyes flashed with ire and something else.
Both she liked.
“Peachy,” he gritted.
Oh, how she liked his cheek. She shouldn’t. She shouldn’t allow it. Most Mistresses wouldn’t.
But she liked it and she absolutely was not most Mistresses.
So she did.
And furthermore, she could play with it.
She tipped her head to the side. “I may be wrong, but you seem impatient with me.”
“Impatient is a good word,” he agreed.
“My poor steed,” she whispered, letting her gaze trail down his sweat-slickened chest to the spectacular bound meat between his legs. She looked back at his face. “He needs to come.”
“Yeah.” It came as an exhalation. “That’d be good.”
“First,” she began.
Impatient frustration at the obvious delay her word conveyed saturating his hard features, she didn’t fight the curve of her mouth.
When he spotted her smile, that brought more ire.
She smiled bigger and went on, “I think it important to share with you that I came three times after I left you Tuesday night.”
His body suddenly surged up, yanked down by his rein, a suppressed rumble sounded like it came from trapped in his chest rather than forced between his tight lips.
She watched as he slid his knees farther out to give as much slack to the ball tether as he could while his chest expanded and contracted as he pulled in deep breaths through his teeth.
God, could he get any more beautiful?
She shifted closer.
His lips tightened so much, his body beginning to quiver with the effort to remain in place, those lips nearly bared his lovely, strong white teeth.
“Three times hard, chevalier. Very hard,” she said softly, dipping even closer, coming toward his face, veering to his left at the last moment to say in his ear, “I haven’t come that often that quickly in such a swift succession and so hard in years, my beast. Even during sessions, I have not received such pleasure. Just thinking of you, it seemed I couldn’t stop.”
“Amélie.”
That was also forced out, but the grit of it wasn’t anger or frustration.
It was need.
She lifted her head and looked at him.
Oh yes. Stark. Amazing.
Need.
Eyes flashed with ire and something else.
Both she liked.
“Peachy,” he gritted.
Oh, how she liked his cheek. She shouldn’t. She shouldn’t allow it. Most Mistresses wouldn’t.
But she liked it and she absolutely was not most Mistresses.
So she did.
And furthermore, she could play with it.
She tipped her head to the side. “I may be wrong, but you seem impatient with me.”
“Impatient is a good word,” he agreed.
“My poor steed,” she whispered, letting her gaze trail down his sweat-slickened chest to the spectacular bound meat between his legs. She looked back at his face. “He needs to come.”
“Yeah.” It came as an exhalation. “That’d be good.”
“First,” she began.
Impatient frustration at the obvious delay her word conveyed saturating his hard features, she didn’t fight the curve of her mouth.
When he spotted her smile, that brought more ire.
She smiled bigger and went on, “I think it important to share with you that I came three times after I left you Tuesday night.”
His body suddenly surged up, yanked down by his rein, a suppressed rumble sounded like it came from trapped in his chest rather than forced between his tight lips.
She watched as he slid his knees farther out to give as much slack to the ball tether as he could while his chest expanded and contracted as he pulled in deep breaths through his teeth.
God, could he get any more beautiful?
She shifted closer.
His lips tightened so much, his body beginning to quiver with the effort to remain in place, those lips nearly bared his lovely, strong white teeth.
“Three times hard, chevalier. Very hard,” she said softly, dipping even closer, coming toward his face, veering to his left at the last moment to say in his ear, “I haven’t come that often that quickly in such a swift succession and so hard in years, my beast. Even during sessions, I have not received such pleasure. Just thinking of you, it seemed I couldn’t stop.”
“Amélie.”
That was also forced out, but the grit of it wasn’t anger or frustration.
It was need.
She lifted her head and looked at him.
Oh yes. Stark. Amazing.
Need.
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About THE DEEP END (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):
Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman's every desire…
Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one's deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.
When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…
Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.
Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman's every desire…
Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one's deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.
When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…
Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.
Pre-order The Deep End
releasing March 7th
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Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Nothing's changed.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
Nothing's changed.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
