Six Sentence Sunday: Masquerade

Just a taste of my WIP…


Blythe leaned back into his arms, her center throbbing at the crudity of his wording.   It made her feel dirty-sexy, almost
whorish.  And she would never have expected to like that feeling, but for some reason it was a powerful aphrodisiac.  Apollo reached around, cupping her breast roughly in his palm, offering it up to the other man like a delectable treat.  The Raven fell to one knee before her, kissing the bit of her areola that peeked out from behind the drape of silk.  One hand went to the other breast, kneading it roughly as he lapped at her warm flesh, drawing soft sighs from her lips.

11 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Masquerade

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s