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371 pages, Paperback
First published December 29, 2015
“Those men, my peers, they were a sea of beautiful— calm and serene. Reeve was the ocean, dark and commanding and turbulent. They moved in gentle waves. Reeve stood still and set the world crashing around him.”
“He was always rough. Always raw. He fucked me however he wanted.”
“I can’t figure you out, Emily.” His words were tight yet even. “I don’t know if I like you or if I just want to fuck you.”
“And then sometimes, rarely, in the middle of the night, he’d be sweet. Pulling me into his lap, kissing me, caressing me. Letting me fly but anchoring me with his eyes. Speaking words he’d never dare say in the light of day.”
“He was an incubus, calling me with a seduction song so well known to me that I didn’t have to hear it to respond.”
“…the only thing worse than falling under Reeve’s spell would be me believing that he’d fallen under mine as well.”
“He caressed. He teased. He tortured.”
“It felt so good. So right. He plunged in hard and fast. Unrelenting. Unforgiving. Everything inside was tightening, building, gathering.”
“This was our first surrender. First embrace. First kiss. First touch.”
Bloody hell, this was fucking mesmerizing. It's not for everyone, however.
If you dislike dark erotica, then, please, pass. First Touch has aspects of rape, F/M/F menage, underage sex, oblique references to infidelity, narcissistic characters with mob connections and some situations likely to have you screaming at your kindle. Don't say I didn't warn you. You're welcome.
Should you choose to read this, you won't regret it. It's erotica with a mad dash of suspense.
And oh, ensure you have the second book at hand because this ends in a cliffy.
...I can't get you out of my mind. You contaminate my thoughts. I keep remembering your body under my hands as I touched you. The parts of you I didn't touch. The sounds you made. The look in your eyes. You haunt me, Emily.
He was infamous, famous, and if the rumors were to be believed, dangerous - a multibillionaire luxury resort owner and legendary bad boy."
But his eyes caught me. There was something I recognized in them- a sorrow or a longing that was both gripping and haunting. I saw myself in those eyes.
It was a kiss that took- took my desire, took my passion, took my will. It was selfish and singularly choreographed for Reeve and Reeve alone.
This was our first surrender. First embrace. First kiss. First touch.
This was our first surrender. First embrace. First kiss. First touch.
Reeve was the ocean, dark and commanding and turbulent. They moved in gentle waves. Reeve stood still and set the world crashing around him.
"my limits are don’t damage me. Don’t destroy me.”
“I was here because this was who I was—a strong, independent woman with distinct wants and needs that were only met when I submitted to a man.”
"But his eyes caught me. There was something I recognized in them- a sorrow or a longing that was both gripping and haunting. I saw myself in those eyes." Emily
"I don't know what it is about you." His voice was strained,…"But I can't get you out of my mind. You contaminate my thoughts."
"I hope you aren't too saddle sore, because I can't have you in those tight pants a second longer. I need you naked. I need your cunt out. I need to be inside you." Reeves
"I didn't want to admit – I'd set out to capture him and instead he'd captured me. I couldn't fight it. It was done." Emily
"His whispers were unheard whispers. The gasps at the back of my throat were sounds I'd never made. The way my knees buckled, how he pulled me tighter against him, the sighs between us-all new.” Emily