Battleborn
by S.I. Hayes
Excerpt Reveal
Contemporary, Military Romance
Caitlin Colten has everything to look forward to.
She's 19, starting college in the fall at her first choice school
and has the love of two wonderful parents.
and has the love of two wonderful parents.
She should be on cloud 9, but not all is what it seems for this
All American Girl.
All American Girl.
She is the survivor of rape. All those involved have been held
accountable, but her heart and mind are still affected daily by its aftermath.
accountable, but her heart and mind are still affected daily by its aftermath.
Her father hopes his new position will bring the stability she
needs.
needs.
Can Caitlin overcome her trauma and find herself again or will she
fall victim to the traps of her own body and mind once more?
fall victim to the traps of her own body and mind once more?
BATTLEBORN EXCERPT 18+
When I opened the door, he was fumbling on the side of the bed. I
realized he was reaching for his prosthetic.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
He sighed, pulling the blanket across his lap, covering himself.
“I thought it would be weird.”
“Maybe a little, but this is you.” I approached the bed.
“What did you want? Is everything okay?”
I crawled across the length of the bed so I was kneeling behind
him as he sat on its edge. “I thought, perhaps…” I licked his ear and he lifted
his head with a low groan, turning toward me. His hand laced up into my hair as
my lips sought his.
“Caitlin.” He moaned, as he pushed back and I straddled him.
“I’ve been thinking about this for hours.” I smirked, pulling my
bag up to us. “I even brought provisions for the occasion.” I pulled out a
string of condoms and his eyes went wide.
“Caitlin, I-” He pushed me back. “I don’t know if I can. To be
honest, it’s an issue for me.”
I sat back on his thighs, the condoms in my hand. “We will work
through it. I’ve seen you get hard for me, so I know we can manage it.” I
pulled off my top, revealing my large, bare breasts to him. They bounced
slightly from the action and he laughed.
“Those are nice.” His mouth was on me instantly, his hands working
the firm flesh, giving me chills as I held his head, letting him have ample
access. His tongue traced my silver dollar sized areolas, making my nipples
hard and extra sensitive, as he tugged with his teeth playfully. I ground my
pelvis against him, and I could feel my wetness as it built up with every
gyration.
“Oh God, you’ve got me so horny.” I dug my nails into the back of
his head. “I need that tongue on my clit, right now.”
He snickered, pushing me back as he grabbed my shorts and pulled
the drawstring, teasingly slow. Then he grabbed them and slid them off of me,
leaving me in just my panties. As I opened my legs and the air hit my pussy, I
felt another awesome chill.
“Oh, please,” I begged as he slid me down his thighs, lifting my
legs over his arms. I could feel his breath on me and it was making me crazy.
My head was on the bed as his fingers grazed me through the thin cotton fabric.
“You like this?” He asked, inches from me now.
“I’ll like it more when I can’t hear you.” I pushed up off the
bed, forcing my body to connect with his. In seconds, heat and slick, thick
tongue were inside me.
“Yes! Fuck, that’s the spot,” I called out, grasping the bed
sheets as he found my clit. Flicking and sucking as his fingers worked me. He
drank me up, full on kissing my aching and needing muscles, pulling an orgasm
from me that rendered me utterly speechless.
“Are you okay?” he asked when I didn’t speak for a few minutes.
As I lay there panting, I could feel his cock twitching beneath
me, dancing and lifting me, teasing. Oh God, how I needed that inside of me. I
sat up on my elbows, looking at him from between my lifted knees.
“Make love to me?” I reached out to him and he nodded, pulling me
up to his chest. He pushed the blanket aside and I was pleased to find that he
was already nude and… Holy Hell, huge!
“Oh well, well.” I grasped his rigid cock in my hands as he
reached for the condoms.
“I was gonna warn you.”
“I think I can work it out, or rather, in.” I chuckled. “We’ll
just go slow and easy… For both of us, I think that’ll be better.”
“If not torturous.”
From Paranormal Drama to Erotic Romance S.I. Hayes dips her
fingers deeply into the pools of literature while supporting her fellow authors
and hosting several blogs and her own website. sihayes.com
In her own words…
I have a mind that
is easily distracted and prone to wandering. Tangents are my forte, and if you
think my characters are going to fit a cookie cutter shape of any kind, think
again. They live, they love, they eat, sleep and fuck. I believe that people
are inherently sexual creatures and my characters be they human or something
altogether else are no exception.
I don't adhere to a
single genre, I toe the line on several and wouldn't presume to be a master of
any. So I suppose you could call me a jack-of-all-trade-paperbacks.
I am a truth seeker,
in my life, in my work. I’d apologize for it, but I kinda cannot help m’self.
It is my best and worst personality trait, well mostly, being Bi-Polar I guess
you could say that is the worse. But I believe that the disorder has made me,
well... Me.
I have taken this
life and twisted, carved, shaped and molded it in to the worlds of my
characters. Albeit with a chainsaw, and it has made all the difference.
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