Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

An Excerpt For HumpDay!

A little excerpt from Bound By The Summer Prince to give your HumpDay a pick-me-up! ;-)

    Putting aside the paddle, the prince picked up the feather.  He paused for a moment, just looking at his Anamchara as she panted with thwarted desire.  Pleased that this time she held her complaints, he slowly began running the feather down her right side, starting under her arm and ending at her knee.  Moving it back up the same path in reverse on her left side, he enjoyed watching her as she writhed against the light tickling and fought to hold her tongue.
    He flicked the feather up between her thighs, teasing her sopping pussy with it.  Smiling, he watched her strain against his magical hold, trying to get enough friction from the ephemeral touch to achieve the orgasm he had denied her twice.  Using the paddle again, this time he turned it so that he could slide the handle between her nether lips.  Roni's moan of desire was music to his ears as he slowly moved the braided leather over her most sensitive flesh.
    The feel of the rough handle between her legs had Roni shaking with need.  She nearly screamed with passion when Uaine began slowly pushing it inside of her.  The uneven surface massaged her inner walls delightfully, making her shiver on the edge of climax.
    Deciding she had endured enough, Uaine put the paddle aside and picked up the nipple clamps.  Moving up behind his mate, he spooned his body over hers.  Laying the clamps down and cupping both of her breasts in his hands, he massaged them gently. 
     The prince's cock was trapped between their bodies, but the sound of his Anamchara moaning with pleasure at his touch made it twitch. Her nipples were firm against his palms, and he plucked and rolled them between his fingers to stiffen them yet more.
     Picking up the clamps, he clipped the first one to her left nipple, and then quickly attached the second clamp to the right one.  Tugging lightly on the chain between them to test their grip, he nearly came at the sound of his mate’s groan of pleasure.

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