The song this month is Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue. If you’re interested here’s the video.

The fiction this month is actually a small part of the book I’m writing. Big warning, this is a sex scene. 🙂  The book is called Entangled. Hope you like it.

“Rowan, I brought you a towel.”

She looked through the glass of the shower to find Sergei watching her. The man was a mouth-watering feast for the eyes wearing just a pair of faded jeans. He was heavily muscled and his body displayed a variety of scars, but they didn’t detract. Hell no, they made him that much more sexy since they labelled him a warrior. Funny, she’d just been thinking about choices. For a change, she was going to choose something for herself.

She opened the shower door. “Do you want to come in?”

“If I do, I will take you, kotenok.” He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. His large cock jutted toward her and she ached to feel him inside her body.

“Maybe I’ll take you.”

He stepped in and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. Rowan wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into his arms and pinned her to the wall. He thrust his tongue aggressively into her mouth as she climbed his body to wrap her legs around his waist. Damn the man was hot. He was so big and she loved how he could hold her with no problems. Rowan knew she wasn’t a small woman, by any measure, but he acted as if she didn’t weigh a thing.

She brushed her tongue against one of his fangs, nicking it. He shuddered in his arms and sucked on her tongue. She could taste her blood in his mouth and, far from grossing her out, it turned her on. The huge male was shaking in her arms all because of her taste.

He slid his mouth from hers and laid a trail of biting kisses across her jaw line. She tilted her head to give him access as he sucked on her neck. Toes curling, she cradled his head.

“Do it, Sergei. Bite me.”

A low growl rumbled through this chest as his fangs slid into her neck. She saw stars as an orgasm punched through her body. Shaking and gasping, she held on as he fed. Now she understood why humans were so anxious to become blood donors to the Vitala. Instant orgasm, just add fangs.

“Fuck, kotenok, you taste like the sweetest nectar from heaven,” he said, kissing down to suckle at her breasts. “I could die happy now with your taste in my mouth.”

“No dying before you fuck me.” She squirmed against him.

Laughing, he kissed her again. “Are you ready for me?”

He brushed his fingers against her pussy and Rowan bucked in his arms. The man’s touch was light and gentle. She almost screamed since she didn’t want gentle. She wanted rough.

“Sergei, stop teasing.” She bit his ear lobe.

Between one second and the next, he thrust his cock into her. She bit his shoulder to stop from screaming. He was big, bigger than she was used to, and it was so good. He hit every spot as he shuttled in and out.

“Do you like that, kotenok? Huh, do you like my cock?”

She nodded as she pulled his head down for a kiss. Tongues tangled together as he scraped a nail over her clit. Rowan stiffened as the orgasm rolled over her. He thrust twice more and followed her.

He kept her pinned to the wall as they gasped for the breath. Rowan was wrung out as all the tension of the last two years seeped away. Yep, good sex was the best medicine. Not that she’d had sex as good as this, hell the man blew her circuits. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on his shoulder as she stroked his back. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed physical contact until Sergei had touched her. It was as if she felt more real now, more a part of the world.

He eased away and let her feet slip to the floor. Disappointment pricked her, but she ignored it. What? Did she expect he’d hang around. He got what he wanted and so did she. Instead of leaving though, he carefully washed her hair and bathed her. Not something she expected from him, but she really didn’t know him. They’d talked and, now, had sex, but it wasn’t as if they truly knew one another.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he murmured, as he kissed her. “Time enough for that later. Let me take care of you, kotenok.”

“What do you keep calling me?” She leaned against him.


She made a face and he laughed.

“I am not a kitten.”

“To me you are. All claws and hissing until you’re stroked just right. I don’t think anyone has petted you well until now. Yes?” He nuzzled her neck and she instinctively tilted her head. “I think if you let me, I will have you purring all the time.”

She suspected he was right, but didn’t say. That would certainly give him an overblown ego, which was something the man didn’t need.

“Come,” he said, as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “I’ll dry you off.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Yes, I know, but I want to take care of you.” He wrapped a towel around her as she stepped out of the shower. “I have a feeling no one has ever done that.”

He’d be right.  As an only child of a military parent, she tried to make friends, but when her family moved all the time nothing was permanent. By the time she was fourteen, she’d built a shield around herself and only allowed people to see the surface. No one ever got close because to allow that meant she could be hurt. Rowan had been hurt enough. Now, she was just tired. And. there was something about Sergei that slipped under her careful façade. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt safe. Like maybe, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Or, maybe she’d finally cracked and was losing her mind?

Sergei finished drying her off. “Thank you for offering your throat. You honor me.”

“Did I?”

He tilted her face up. “Yes. You’re a strong woman, a warrior and for you to offer to feed me…it humbles me.”

“You’re welcome, but it’s not like I didn’t get anything out of it.” Rowan leaned against him and smiled. “A world class orgasm was a fair trade.”

He laughed. “I will tell you that’s the first time my bite has had that affect. Others have told me it was pleasurable, but never orgasm inducing.”

“Lucky me.”

He led her into the bedroom. “I think lucky us.” Grabbing up some lotion out of her bag he swept her up and lay her on the bed. “Come, kotenok, let me stroke you.”

Now run and check out what the other ladies have written with the song.


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