The First Time ~Sensual Excerpt, Deena Remiel

The first time we make love, with the one we have fallen in love with, is a magical, wondrous experience. So, too, for Emma and Michael. But it can also be nerve-wracking as well...

Excerpt from Trinity, A Brethren Novel

©Deena Remiel, 2010. Coming soon from Decadent Publishing



“So, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?” Emma finally asked, her voice near breathless from the deafening silence that had grown between them.

“Or something,” Michael replied, as he gathered her up in an embrace that took the rest of her breath away. His eyes hypnotized as he gazed determinedly into hers. And then, he kissed her. Oh so gently at first, nibbling at her bottom lip, masterfully parting her lips so he could enter and taste her. Then he slowly raised the temperature to blistering.

At first, her arms hung limply at her sides. But as the kiss deepened, she found her footing again, and her hands slid seductively up his arms, caressing and gripping Michael’s back and shoulders. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him as she fought with his tucked-in shirt. But then, she won the battle and could feel his smooth skin and his taut muscles clenching with every touch of her hands. She didn’t feel him lift her off the floor, never once breaking their kiss. Surprised, she found herself planted on the countertop.

“Oh God, Emma, do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” he growled. “Driving me crazy, woman. That’s what.” His lips left a feverish trail of burning kisses from her jaw line down her neck. “I need more of you, Emma. So much more.”

Emma took his face into her hands and looked at him with eyes blurred by desire. She threw all caution to the wind. “My bedroom, Michael, take me there, now.” She could barely speak anymore, she could barely think. He lifted her up in his arms, never taking his eyes off hers, and made his way to her bedroom.

He closed the door with his foot, and proceeded to lay her on the bed. Her hair splayed out like black satin on the pillow. Michael stood motionless.

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Trinity Excerpt ~ Deena Remiel

A blood-curdling scream shattered the peaceful silence of the wee hours. She roused, instantly alert. Her soul, rocked by the echoing scream, seized up like a blown car engine.
“Ow! Son of a bitch!” Emma swore under her breath. She kicked aside the inconsiderate Malibu Barbie. “Hannah, I’m coming! Mama’s coming!”
Her stomach roiled at the terror and desperation in her daughter’s panic-stricken voice echoing through the hallway.
“I won’t go! I won’t go! No! I’ll never let you take me! I won’t do it! You can’t make me do it! Mama! Help me! Mama!”
Well hell, this is something new. Usually, when Hannah was having one of her nightmares, she shrieked until Emma talked her out of it and put her back to sleep. Now she’s talking in her nightmare, too? Completely at a loss, she raked her hands through her hair as she rushed to her daughter, writhing on the bed.
“Hannah, I’m here. You’re ok. Mama’s here. Wake up, honey. Sweetie? Mama’s here.” She repeated these phrases like a mantra, trying to keep her voice as calm and soothing as possible. But who was she kidding? This newly added dimension of these nightmares was sending her over the deep end herself. She hoped her little one couldn’t sense it.
“Mama! He’s got me! Save me, Mama!” Hannah pleaded in a frenzy of emotion. It looked as though something was tugging on her arms and she was trying to pull them back. And her eyes were open.
Crap! She’s never had her eyes open before, either. What the hell was going on?
She sat next to her frenzied body and waved a hand in front of her face. Hannah looked at and past her, as though there really was someone else in the room; as though this someone was seated right next to her. Crap, crap, crap! As she turned to look beside her, she saw a hint of a shadow, but then figured it to be her own. Get a hold of yourself.
“Honey, wake up. It’s only a dream. You’re ok. You’re safe.”
Hannah looked back again at her, and foretold in a chilling tone, “I’ll never be safe, Mama. Not anymore.”

© Deena Remiel, 2010.

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