Sacred Spots (Erotic Erotica Paranormal Romance Short) Book

FROM BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT
HALF A MILLION NAUGHTY BOOKS SOLD IN 2011
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On a bus trip to California to live with her sister, Lexi meets an intriguing man who is visiting "sacred spots" all across the U.S. The connection between them is undeniable, and when Lexi's painful past is revealed, William makes her an offer she finds hard to refuse. Together they embark on a journey that takes them to a place of connection, healing, and infinite mystery.

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Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, romance, elements of the paranormal, and out of this world sex!

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EXCERPT:

"Do you feel it?" I whispered as his gaze roamed over my body. He nodded, sliding a hand over my belly. I closed my eyes at his touch, just his fingertips brushing lightly over the skin of my ribcage. It gave me goosebumps.

"Isn't it amazing?" I still felt that low resonance, like my body had become a tuning fork that had just been struck.

"Yes."

I opened my eyes to him. We kissed, a soft, tentative thing at first, the newness of our mouths together both strange and exciting. His tongue met mine, and I groaned, sliding a hand behind his neck to pull him in closer. Wrapping my leg around his, I pulled his body half onto mine, wanting to feel the weight of him.

With him on top of me, I could feel that deep tremor even more. He was kissing my neck, my shoulders, and then the tops of my breasts. When he cupped them in his hands, licking at one pink tip and then the other, I moaned and arched against him, my hands roaming over his back, tugging at his dark hair. His breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way down my belly, licking lazy circles toward the dark edge of my pubic hair.

"You're so beautiful." He parted my thighs with his hands. I knew he could see my scars. I could feel him tracing them with his fingers. I closed my eyes and for the first time I wasn't afraid of someone being repelled by my wounds. They felt like a part of me, and I felt beautiful under his hands, his gaze, and his mouth.

Oh, God, his mouth! His tongue explored my flesh, moving gently in and out of the sensitive folds, nuzzling my lips apart with his and working his way toward my clit. I groaned when he found it, sucking and nibbling at it with his lips before flicking it with his tongue.

"Yes…" I put hands in his hair to guide him, keep him there, not wanting it to end. The low reverberation moving through my body began to merge with the delicious friction of his tongue, making me feel like I was a conduit for something deep and primal moving through me.