Rosalie Stanton || Erotic Romance Author

An Excerpt from Rosalie Stanton's Ripples Through Time

“Are you real?” she asked him softly, her soft breaths doing things to his skin that he’d never known a breath could do. “Please tell me you’re real.”

This was something he knew. He was real. As real as anything.

He just didn’t know what sort of real she needed him to be.

And why the hell does it matter?

“I’m real,” he heard himself murmuring, his eyes falling shut as her hands took to exploring his face again. Fuck if her touch didn’t feel wonderful. “I’m real, Raven.”

“Then can we…can you just kiss me?” Her mouth brushed his. “Please? The rest—”

He smashed his lips to hers without allowing himself time to think. He didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to touch her. At the moment, nothing seemed more important. Her thighs parted, and he fell between them as though magnetized, the warm heat of her pussy doing more to set his skin aflame than any amount of sunlight could ever accomplish. Her taste had him thoroughly drunk. Nothing existed but her feel. The way her mouth moved against his. She held onto him as though trying to anchor herself, as though her existence in this world depended completely on how tightly he held her.

“Raven,” he moaned, sucking her tongue between his teeth. He wanted to draw her blood but didn’t dare. That would shove him across a threshold he hadn’t prepared to cross. “God…”

“Please,” she whimpered again, nipping at his lips. “Please.”

“What do you need, baby?” Nicholas heard himself asking. He lost himself farther down the rabbit hole and bugger if he cared. He released her just long enough to hike her skirt up her legs and bunch the fabric around her waist. “Need me to touch you?”

Raven sobbed and nodded hard, thrusting herself against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

“Lifetimes,” he found himself agreeing, not without a dose of irony.

“Please….”

Nicholas inhaled sharply, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth. He knew he should stop for both their sakes, but he didn’t dare. Something had a hold of her, and whatever it was, it had her believing he was someone else, someone beyond anything anyone had ever believed him to be. Not even Octavia had looked at him the way Raven looked at him now. He fell too quickly to grab hold of anything but her, and with reality blurring around him, he couldn’t bring himself to give an honest damn.

“Please!” Raven gasped again. “Nicolai, please…”

He wheedled through what felt like yards of fabric, his body rejoicing when he finally touched skin. Christ, she burned so hot, and one touch would do rot to satisfy him. He ran his fingers over the soft curls of her mound, the heady aroma of her desire tickling his tongue and making every inch of him hunger for a taste. He wanted to experience everything. He wanted to feel her wet, warm pussy clench around his cock. He wanted to tease her sweet little clit and thrust his tongue deep inside her body. He wanted her to drench him—drown him—in her ambrosia and mark him as no woman had ever bothered to mark him.

He wanted to ruin her for all men. He wanted anyone who ever looked at her to know she was claimed.

Raven jerked against him with desperation he’d never before encountered. He’d never seen a woman so starved for him, and fuck if it wasn’t brilliant. “Nicolai!” she cried. “Please! Don’t tease me!”

“I live to tease,” Nicholas replied coyly, flicking a brow.

“It’s been too long. I need you!”

“Want me inside you, sweetness?” He ran his index finger between her pussy lips, dipping as far into her sweet liquid warmth. “Fuck, but you’re wet.”

“Oh my…ohhh…”

“This for me, kitten? All this juicy—”

“Nicolai!”

He’d never heard his name screamed that way before. He’d never known how hot it could be. He’d never even considered it. A bloke could get used to this in a big way.

Nicholas grinned as his thumb slipped over her clit, the symphonic moan tearing through her lips hardening every vessel in his body with lust. He had to have her. He had to have her now…