You will know insatiable lust, but no peace – THE YEARNING – Book 1 The Wanderers – Erotic PNR #TinaDonahueBooks #TheYearning #EroticPNR #Curse #Telekinesis
What would you do if you were cursed to yearn for unending passion? No matter who you’re with, or how they may sate you, desire eats away at your restraint, sending you into a spiral that steals sleep and peace?
This is what Jasmine faces before she meets and kidnaps Mike, a former U.S. Deputy Marshal. She hopes he’ll be able to satisfy her cravings.
Given his gift for telekinesis, he has other plans…
Book One – The Wanderers
To break this curse, they’ll have to turn the heat up. Way up.
Jasmine Dante prowls Key West’s nightlife, fighting a losing battle against a jealous rival’s curse that forces her to seek carnal pleasure, no matter the danger. Weakened from lack of sleep and driven by insatiable lust, she spots a man who stirs her desperate craving, and begins yet another dance of seduction.
Except the dark stranger who returns her direct stare is no ordinary lover. Inside his powerful body lies a raw sexuality that just might be enough to break her curse. There’s only one way to find out—imprison him in her bed and feed on his passion.
Former Deputy U.S. Marshal Mike Stearn is many things, but he’s no woman’s sex slave. The deadly telekinetic power he ruthlessly suppresses comes alive again at Jasmine’s touch. Beneath her bold, potent sensuality, he senses vulnerability and desperation. He may be in handcuffs, but she’s the one who’s enslaved.
As Mike resurrects his power to free himself so he can find the curse’s source and defeat it, Jasmine revels in his masterful rule. Her ravenous yearning evolves into rapture as she surrenders to his hunger, her darkest needs—and the emotional connection that lies beyond. Unless the curse takes her life first…
Delight roared through Jasmine. Her head dropped, too heavy to keep up when she should have been racing for the stairs and dragging Mike with her.
If Violet and Lily came home now, they’d see her like this. She wanted to care, but didn’t. Her ability to behave like a rational being had fallen away, the same as a liar’s empty promises, when Mike had backed her into the wall, compelling her to do as he willed.
His hot, demanding mouth explored her swollen folds and his tongue circled her erect nub, a predator homing in on its prey, its message clear—I’m coming. You can’t get away from me, but I will make you wait for release.
She writhed in desperation.
He gripped her ass, giving her no quarter.
She lost her breath. If she’d been able, she would have burrowed inside his marrow to become a part of him. Her sisters would have argued the curse drove her reaction. Her heart understood it was the man he was. Kind and gentle, quick to laugh, slow to anger. A guy she’d been looking for since she became a woman and had never met, until tonight.
Because of Desiree.
Anger and hopelessness flared in Jasmine.
Still sucking, Mike stroked the furrow between her cheeks and touched her anus.
Lewd need punched through her. Her face jerked up.
He tongued her clit.
She shuddered and forced herself to concentrate on pleasing him because it was what she wanted. Musk scented the dark fur above his rod, exciting her. She licked the root of his cock.
He sucked her nub and probed her anus.
Boundless delight flowed in too many places to count yet she required more. Using her remaining strength, she took him inside her mouth. His crown slid past her tongue to her throat, his skin hot and silky.
He stilled and muttered an obscenity that sounded like praise.
No sounds could leave her. He filled her too well. As he worked both her openings, she held off sucking his cock and cradled his balls instead, testing their weight, learning their contours.
His legs pressed against her shoulders and hers hugged him. It seemed a toss-up as to who would come first.
Jasmine surrendered because she had to, but also by design since she wasn’t close to being through with him. Her halting breaths allowed his shaft to slip from her mouth. His erection snuggled against her jaw, its merciless power thrilling her.
He spread her butt cheeks wide to display her tightest passage. A promise of what he would have. “Good?”
She smiled at him repeating her earlier question. She nodded as he had. Her face rubbed across his dense pubic hair and released his musk. Shameless and needy, she breathed him in.
He lowered his legs.
Seizing the opportunity, she gathered what little strength remained and pulled from his grasp.
Slow to respond, he grumbled good-naturedly.
She turned around and straddled him again, but this time so they faced each other.
The dim lighting caressed his magnificent chest, a sweep of smooth coppery skin and taut muscle. Curiosity lifted his eyebrows.
She cradled his still-rigid cock and brushed the head over her damp sheath.
He inhaled sharply and lost his breath on a harsh sigh. “Take me inside you. Now. This fucking minute. Please.”
Her channel pulsed, suffering without him as much as his shaft hurt without her. Even so, the real Jasmine, not the creature she’d become, grew playful, something she’d never been with another man. Mike was different. She sensed he grieved from a tragic event in his past. His stricken expression had told her more than he had when she’d kissed his scar. She wanted to purge his pain, if only during this act. “In a sec.”
She ran her forefinger over his crown and down the slit, slippery with precum.
His legs drew up so fast, his hairy thighs knocked into her buttocks and back.
Pretending he’d startled her, she dropped his cock. It bumped into her smooth mound and quivered above her thigh. “Whoops.”
He laughed. “Dammit, mount me.” He pushed to his elbows. “Don’t make me wait.”
She did, figuring he’d enjoy this game as much as she did. With his cock resting on her palm, she used his moisture and hers to lubricate his cap and shaft.
He dropped to the floor. His head smacked the wood.
Jasmine clucked her tongue. “If you knock yourself unconscious, you won’t be able to enjoy this.”
He laughed again and ground his fists into his eyes.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to miss me taking you inside.” On her knees, she positioned herself over him.
He stared at her channel swallowing him inch by inch, her inner walls stretched by his size. Her breathing picked up, but she couldn’t catch enough air. With unyielding purpose, his cock invaded her. Not wanting to do anything else, she glided down him until her engorged lips nestled against his dark curls.
He squeezed his fists.
She touched her mound.
“No. Stop.” Grunting, he pushed to a sitting position, gripped her hips, and edged them to the muraled wall, using it to brace his shoulders and head. Settled, he swept her fingers away so he could claim and use her clit.
She conceded, fondling her breasts and tugging on her nipples as he’d done.
He stroked her nub.
My God. She couldn’t even gasp the words. Dominated and taken intimately as she desired, she rewarded him by squeezing his shaft.
His cock thickened, and his smile broadened.
So did hers. She lifted herself from his rod and almost released him before slinking back down.
His mouth sagged open. He stopped stroking her.
Poor baby. He was having trouble concentrating. For her, the world consisted of him tunneled deep within. She pushed up and coasted down.
He produced a sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl, the kind a man makes when driven past all boundaries. Bucking his lean hips, he drove himself farther inside and resumed playing with her nub, goading her to the brink.
Heavy with lust, her pussy swallowed him a bit deeper and begged for relief, an end of this blessed agony.
He tried to lengthen it and slowed his strokes.
She did the same.
They both wanted to win, and they each conceded. This time they came together, panting and writhing, neither able to resist.
Drained, Jasmine sagged to his chest, cherishing his scent, heat, and drumming heart. Such a pleasant sound that a forgotten comfort settled over her. It wouldn’t last. It never did since the curse, so she kept her eyes closed and didn’t move, intent on relishing each blissful moment.