Intertwined by Sasha Brümmer is a story about two lost souls and their powerful journey of betrayal, lust, suspense, love & desire. Now is your chance to meet Liam in a playful excerpt that may just may have him leading the top Book Boyfriend list when this sexy redemption novel releases on January 30th!
- Liam -
She’s unapologetically herself when I’m buried inside of her like this; she’s thrashing underneath my hold as I nail into her with a sure and steady rhythm; she’s looking up at me as if I’ll devastate her with my very touch.
It only causes me to pick up my pace and start fucking her the way she’s used to feeling me.
Her fingers are currently digging into my shoulder blades, and the moment she starts to drag her nails down my back is when I let out a rumbled grunt. She’s not done this before, but I won’t fight her on something that she wants. I adjust her, pushing her knees up until I’m able to bury myself deeper inside of her.
She expels a long, drawn-out scream as her body tightens around mine further.
“Jesus, doll. There you go. I need you to come all over my cock.”
She whimpers at my demand and rotates her hips, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. I need her to come. Right this fucking second because I’m unsure of how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out.
“Liam.”
“Give it to me. Squeeze my cock, doll.”
Her faces flushes with a wave of heat, she bats her eyelids closed, and her body goes rigid beneath mine before she starts to tremble with the onslaught of a concentrated orgasm. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous both in and out of bed, and watching an orgasm rip her apart is breathtaking.
She digs her nails deeper into my back to the point that I feel them pierce my skin. I swear that I can feel the blood run over my skin, but I choose to ignore it as I slam my cock into her as she comes undone around me.
With a few more anxious thrusts, I’m able to let go and lose myself in her orgasm that is squeezing my entire shaft. She milks me for all that I’ve got, and I rest my face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as our bodies soar together.
A couple of moments pass by before I start to dislodge myself from her. She throws her head back onto the pillow, exhaling as her hands go to her now fucked-up braid, first loosening it and then running her fingers through the inky strands. I grab her wrist and hold her hand out in front of me.
The tips of her fingers are shamelessly stained with my blood. I raise an eyebrow and glance down at her.
“I wasn’t aware that you were into blood play.”
She frowns and pulls her hand from mine, glancing at her nails. “Holy shit. Did I hurt you?”
“Nah, you’re all good.”
“Are you sure? Let me see what I did, Liam.”
I groan as I pull the rest of my semi-hard length out of her and watch my release leak from her before I sit up on my knees. She follows suit, but shifts off of the bed and walks to my back. Her gasp tells me all that I need to know. She truly let herself go with me this morning.
“You look…hot. I can’t believe that I did that to you.”
“Yeah? It can’t be that bad, can it?”
“Liam, it looks like you were mauled,” she says through a snicker and walks into the bathroom. I get up and follow her when I hear the shower start. The bathroom is quickly filling up with steam when I turn my back to the mirror as it starts to fog up. I have multiple scratch marks running down my back with blood starting to dry up around them.
“You’re a fucking beast.”
“Hey,” she scolds as she steps under the hot stream of water, throwing me the most innocent smile that she is able to muster up.
“Hey yourself. Quit hogging the shower,” I say as I step in behind her. As the hot water hits my back, the cuts burn and I cringe. “Yeah, you’re definitely an animal.”
“I am not,” she says as she spins around in front of me and smacks my chest. “Plus, you liked it.”
“I won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing that, but I would let you do it again.”
“Deal,” she says before leaning forward and placing her lips on mine.
She’s unapologetically herself when I’m buried inside of her like this; she’s thrashing underneath my hold as I nail into her with a sure and steady rhythm; she’s looking up at me as if I’ll devastate her with my very touch.
It only causes me to pick up my pace and start fucking her the way she’s used to feeling me.
Her fingers are currently digging into my shoulder blades, and the moment she starts to drag her nails down my back is when I let out a rumbled grunt. She’s not done this before, but I won’t fight her on something that she wants. I adjust her, pushing her knees up until I’m able to bury myself deeper inside of her.
She expels a long, drawn-out scream as her body tightens around mine further.
“Jesus, doll. There you go. I need you to come all over my cock.”
She whimpers at my demand and rotates her hips, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. I need her to come. Right this fucking second because I’m unsure of how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out.
“Liam.”
“Give it to me. Squeeze my cock, doll.”
Her faces flushes with a wave of heat, she bats her eyelids closed, and her body goes rigid beneath mine before she starts to tremble with the onslaught of a concentrated orgasm. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous both in and out of bed, and watching an orgasm rip her apart is breathtaking.
She digs her nails deeper into my back to the point that I feel them pierce my skin. I swear that I can feel the blood run over my skin, but I choose to ignore it as I slam my cock into her as she comes undone around me.
With a few more anxious thrusts, I’m able to let go and lose myself in her orgasm that is squeezing my entire shaft. She milks me for all that I’ve got, and I rest my face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as our bodies soar together.
A couple of moments pass by before I start to dislodge myself from her. She throws her head back onto the pillow, exhaling as her hands go to her now fucked-up braid, first loosening it and then running her fingers through the inky strands. I grab her wrist and hold her hand out in front of me.
The tips of her fingers are shamelessly stained with my blood. I raise an eyebrow and glance down at her.
“I wasn’t aware that you were into blood play.”
She frowns and pulls her hand from mine, glancing at her nails. “Holy shit. Did I hurt you?”
“Nah, you’re all good.”
“Are you sure? Let me see what I did, Liam.”
I groan as I pull the rest of my semi-hard length out of her and watch my release leak from her before I sit up on my knees. She follows suit, but shifts off of the bed and walks to my back. Her gasp tells me all that I need to know. She truly let herself go with me this morning.
“You look…hot. I can’t believe that I did that to you.”
“Yeah? It can’t be that bad, can it?”
“Liam, it looks like you were mauled,” she says through a snicker and walks into the bathroom. I get up and follow her when I hear the shower start. The bathroom is quickly filling up with steam when I turn my back to the mirror as it starts to fog up. I have multiple scratch marks running down my back with blood starting to dry up around them.
“You’re a fucking beast.”
“Hey,” she scolds as she steps under the hot stream of water, throwing me the most innocent smile that she is able to muster up.
“Hey yourself. Quit hogging the shower,” I say as I step in behind her. As the hot water hits my back, the cuts burn and I cringe. “Yeah, you’re definitely an animal.”
“I am not,” she says as she spins around in front of me and smacks my chest. “Plus, you liked it.”
“I won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing that, but I would let you do it again.”
“Deal,” she says before leaning forward and placing her lips on mine.
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MORE About Intertwined
Amplified emotional highs have been my downfall. I’ve lost parts of myself to the dark corners of my heart because of the damage others have inflicted.
Whiskey might be able to ease the burn of one’s soul, but this time it might not be enough to survive. Instead of letting me wither in the cracks of my desiccated soul, he pushes me to appreciate the scars, instead of avoiding the bruises.
I’ve had more than my share of sanctioned hell, and I am through living in a limbo between who I should be and who I am. I won’t allow myself to become a casualty of my own mind again.
I am no longer carrying the obscurities of my life around with me when he chooses to stand and fight beside me.
With him, I finally see what it means to be living.
Amplified emotional highs have been my downfall. I’ve lost parts of myself to the dark corners of my heart because of the damage others have inflicted.
Whiskey might be able to ease the burn of one’s soul, but this time it might not be enough to survive. Instead of letting me wither in the cracks of my desiccated soul, he pushes me to appreciate the scars, instead of avoiding the bruises.
I’ve had more than my share of sanctioned hell, and I am through living in a limbo between who I should be and who I am. I won’t allow myself to become a casualty of my own mind again.
I am no longer carrying the obscurities of my life around with me when he chooses to stand and fight beside me.
With him, I finally see what it means to be living.
Coming January 30th!
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A self-published author by night and all around busybody by day, Sasha is an international baby, born in gorgeous South Africa. Her cultured lifestyle is one that many don’t get to experience. When she’s not preoccupied with reading romance novels, she’s hashing out new ways to translate a titillating and libidinous scene onto a page.
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