The Phantom of the Opera
Gaston Leroux and Wendi Zwaduk
The Classics Exposed…
A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.
One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.
Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.
But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?
|Genre||Historical/ light BDSM|
|Book Length||Super Novel|
|eReaders Supported||All current eReaders|
|Send direct to Kindle?||Yes|
|Cover art by||Posh Gosh|
Phantom of the Opera
“This feels good,” she replied. “Where you put your mouth on me felt so good. Do it again.”
He ground his hips, rubbing his cock over her clit. She relaxed further and her eyelids fluttered. The red stained her cheeks once again. Her lips parted and a smile curled the corners of her mouth. Raoul entered her a little, then retreated.
She stared into his eyes. “More.”
“Bear down on me and breathe, love.” He pushed farther into her. The inner walls of her pussy grabbed him. He shivered at the feel of her virgin flesh taking him in.
The pleading in her eyes tore at his heart. No matter how much he wanted to take this hurt away, he couldn’t. He thrust harder and seated himself fully within her. She swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything.
Raoul spoke against her neck. “Relax and let me do the work. Let me make you feel beautiful.” He shifted his hips and withdrew. “Oh love, it feels so good, you holding me in your pussy.” With each word, he inched in and out of her.
Little by little, Christine softened beneath him. “Keep going,” she whispered.
Raoul groaned and picked up the pace. He rose up on his hands and planted his knees. Each time he surged into her, a little more colour filled her cheeks and the smile came back. She clawed at his back, her touch burning his skin.
“Yes, love. Mark me and show me who you love.” He quickened his pace. “Show me.”