Thursday, November 3, 2011

13 Drool Worthy Kisses

Izzorah Ceeow from
Surrender Love

Izzorah Ceeow is a Kin, a feline humanoid with fangs, claws, catlike ears near the top of his head, and soft velvety skin. In Surrender Love, he meets and falls in love with Luc Saint-Cyr, one of the most powerful men in the Tarthian Empire.  Here are snippets from 13 scenes where the heroes kiss. In this one, Izzorah is reliving a favorite fantasy, a few hours before he meets Luc.
= = 1 = =

“Stand on tiptoe and give me your mouth.” The deep voice caressed, soothed. “I’m going to taste you.”

Izzorah tilted back his head and rose on tiptoes to obey. He pulled back his tongue at the smoothness of the human’s, not barbed and scratchy like a Kin’s.

The man released his hands, cupped both of his around Izzorah’s face, and bent forward, angling his head to slant his mouth over Izzorah’s. A kiss of power. Relentless energy. Savage in need, but not in the way he kissed. The softest mouth, bold, taking, claiming every part of him, yet tender, as if he feared Izzorah would break if he kissed too hard.

Izzorah nibbled the man’s mouth, tasting blood drawn by fangs, sweet and buttery tasting with desire, his passion a honeyed cream. Izzorah couldn’t catch his breath. He’d always dreamed it would be like this.
= = 2 = =
In this scene, Luc is about to pick up Izzorah for their first date. He's in the shower, and starts thinking about the evening ahead...

Luc lathered his chest. When he kissed Izzorah, would the Kin close his eyes, or keep them open? His innocence and natural curiosity almost guaranteed the answer. Izzorah would want to see everything Luc did. Eyes closed, he brought forth the image of Izzorah.

He bit the Kin’s lower lip between his teeth and sucked it. Izzorah opened, granted him entry. Luc darted his tongue inside, flicked across his fangs, his cat-barbed tongue, and teased the rough texture. He pulled back, licked the corners of his mouth.
= = 3 = =
Luc has told Izzorah to be sure what he wants, because if they become lovers, Luc will not let him go. Izzorah has made his decision, but Luc isn't convinced...

Luc shifted his weight, spreading his legs. It did little to ease the discomfort his arousal caused. Inner heat rivaled his craven desire for the wet friction of Kin fangs and rough tongue. His heart craved Izzorah’s submission, his guileless eyes and smile, his artless desire to please. His innocence.

If he knew what I wanted to do to him, take from him, he’d surely run screaming in the other direction. Instead, Izzorah came closer. As Luc turned toward him, Izzorah set one foot between his and brought his cool mouth up to Luc’s burning one.

Too stunned to do more than accept the kiss, he stilled himself, not even breathing. 

Everything within him longed to drag the Kin close and plunder the gentle mouth beneath his. Hot cravings drove through him like a hammer. Raw sexual hunger pummeled his mind, battered his resistance. When he could gather his ravished senses, he drew back.

Izzorah’s nostrils flared, slender cat’s ears drooping against his head. “You said when I was ready, I could come to you.” His emerald eyes had gone wide. Izzorah let out a long, sighing breath. His faltering smile tugged at Luc’s heart. “I’m ready.”
= = 4 = =
“No one’s ever really loved me, Izzorah. Even with Wulf, I was always alone.” Where the hell had those words come from?

“I can. I want to be at your side, Luc. In your heart.” Izzorah hooked his arms around Luc’s neck. “I will keep you safe in my heart forever.” He slanted his mouth across Luc’s.

The hunger in Izzorah's kiss rivaled his own. Luc shut his eyes and cupped one hand around the back of Izzorah’s head. He focused solely on the slick feel of Izzorah’s lips, the wet way they slipped against his own, cool skin molded against burning. Izzorah used his cat-scratchy tongue like a sensual weapon, laying siege to Luc’s heart with skill. He flicked the tip along Luc’s tongue and circled it, his chest rumbling with a low, growling purr.

= = 5 = =
Izzorah discovers that like Kin, humans like to have fun.

“Play?” On hands and knees, Izzorah crawled back toward him. “I didn’t think humans really knew how.”

“Kin don’t have all the market on that commodity, my beautiful young lover.” Luc put a hand in the tub and moved it back and forth. It sounded fast.

At the word beautiful, Izzorah flicked his ears, but the sound of splashing distracted him from the denial that flew to his lips. He leaned over the tub for a better view. “What are you doing?”
Luc Saint-Cyr

“Making bubbles.” He withdrew his hand. “You try it.”

Izzorah stuck his hand in the water and stirred it.

“Here.” Luc put his hand back. “Like this.” The faster motion made bubbles rise.

“Oh!” He grinned at Luc. “This is fun.”

Luc leaned in for a swift kiss.

Izzorah followed when Luc moved back, kissing him in return. Less than a handbreadth apart, neither moved, neither spoke. At last, Izzorah reached up, extended one claw to outline the edge of Luc’s black hair.

Luc seated himself cross-legged on the floor, hands on his knees. Izzorah slid closer, leaned in to kiss Luc’s cheek. He gave a tentative lick and then stroked his tongue more firmly, getting a taste of Luc’s skin.

“Mmm.” A little salty, clean tasting. He licked again. Luc’s ear drew his attention. When he sniffed it, Luc scrunched his shoulders and shut his eyes, grimacing. Izzorah yanked back. “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

Luc rubbed his ear. “Tickled. I didn’t expect it.” He gestured Izzorah closer. “My ears are a lot different from yours. It’s okay. Please, touch me. I want you to.”
= = 6 = =
How a human's mouth feels to a Kin...

Leaning his head on Luc’s shoulder, Izzorah tilted back his head and kissed Luc’s chin.
His human lover tightened his arm and leaned down, capturing Izzorah’s mouth with his own. Slowly, so slowly Izzorah didn’t realize it at first, Luc moved to the right, lowering them both to the floor. Forearm beneath Izzorah’s neck, he leaned over him, mouths connected.

The heated tiles beneath his back felt delicious. Izzorah stretched out under Luc as the man kissed him. The feel of him, one leg between Izzorah’s thighs, chest against chest, rolled an easy, warm wave of want across him. He opened his mouth.

Luc swept his tongue inside, not demanding, but giving. He withdrew, inviting a taste of his own mouth. Izzorah slid his tongue along the edges of the human’s teeth, exploring their flatness, the edges all one length. 
= = 7 = =
Bathing after sex is a good time for some slow, lazy kisses...

“There, love. Warmer?” He pressed one cheek against Izzorah’s and held him until his shivering lessened. “What a perfect beauty you are.” Luc splashed hot water over him, wetting down the towel. He drew him close. “I loved seeing you come apart in my arms.” He laid a hand on Izzorah’s cheek and leaned down for a kiss.

Izzorah tilted up his face.

“Mine,” Luc whispered against his lover’s lips and sank into the welcoming heat of his mouth. He broke away to take a deep breath. “Mmm.” He held him fast, nibbling little kisses down his cheek and out his jaw. “I want to kiss you forever.”
= = 8 = =
Luc opened his mouth as Izzorah rose to capture it, and stroked his tongue across fangs half-again as long as a human’s canines. Luc sighed, lost in the tender roughness of a Kin’s kiss. The feel of that cat-scratchy tongue along the corners of his mouth sucked a raspy groan out of him.

The wet heat of the water, the tightness of his lover’s grasp, the squeezing, milking pressure sent Luc close to release.

Izzorah kissed along Luc’s throat to where shoulder met neck. Openmouthed, he dragged his teeth across Luc’s skin.

The sting of fangs jerked Luc to the edge, the precipice of climax. “Rah! Yes. Yes. Bite me.” He wrapped both hands behind Izzorah’s head and held him against his shoulder. “Hard. Like you love me. Like you mean it.” Luc stiffened, his neck rigid as his cock as the piercing bite sank home. 
= = 9 = =
Learning to ask for a kiss...

Luc tucked the blankets up around Izzorah and went around to the other side. Sliding beneath the covers, Luc lay down and propped himself on one arm, head on his hand. “Are you warm?”

Izzorah nodded. “Will you --” He wet his lips.

“Will I what, love?”

“Will you kiss me again?”

Luc slid one fingertip along Izzorah’s jaw, from beneath his ear all the way out to his chin. “Do you want my kisses?”

Izzorah nodded, his breathing quick and shallow.

“Say it out loud, kosset. Tell me that you want me to kiss you.”

Moonlight filtering through the shadowed room brought out the green in Izzorah’s eyes, his cat-slit pupils wide with desire. He pressed a fist against his chin, eyes closing. “Please?”

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“Oh, no, kosset. Say it.” Luc brushed the tips of his fingers against his lover’s lips. “Open your eyes.” When he obeyed, Luc smiled into the green depths. “Good. Now, tell me what you want. I want to hear you.”

The tip of his tongue showed as Izzorah wet his lips. “Please, Luc. I want you to kiss me.”

“My pleasure, kosset.” He took his mouth with tender passion. Their breaths mingled; Izzorah’s cool lips parted, accepting. Luc brushed his mouth against his lover’s. Delicate, wet, the firm planes of Rah’s lower lip had swollen from their earlier, rowdy love play. Luc dragged a fingertip across it. 
= = 10 = =
Snacks turn finger food into an excuse to kiss...

Luc picked up a cube of cheese and held it up to Izzorah’s mouth. He licked the cube out of Luc’s fingers.

“That was sexy.” Luc picked up another one. “Do that again.”

Izzorah curled his tongue around the cube and pulled it into his mouth. He offered a grape to Luc, who wrapped his lips around it, bit into and held it with his teeth, and then leaned over to kiss him.

Izzorah accepted the grape from his mouth, smiling into Luc’s black eyes. He crunched the grape. “I haven’t had this much fun with a snack since the time my cousin Dallon turned all the mowts loose before bed.”

Luc threw back his head and laughed.
= = 11 = =
Luc knelt beside his chair, leaned in, and took his mouth.

Izzorah wrapped both arms around him, curling his hands into the man’s short dark hair. The feel of him in his arms, tight curls beneath his hands, the scent of him, all seduced him with its rightness. He’d come twice, yet his cock was straight up again. Luc simply held on to him, kissing as if it was the only thing he had to do.

When Luc pulled back and smiled into Izzorah’s eyes, trouble disappeared. There were no deadlines, no concerts or tours. No practice sessions. No fans to please. Nothing but this man. His lover. His hero. Izzorah shut his eyes, surrendered his mouth to Luc’s, and let the empire fade away.
= = 12 = =
“Mmm.” Izzorah let his head go back, resting it in Luc’s other hand.

“You like surrendering to my touch.”

“Yes, Luc.”

“Good, kosset.” Luc applied a little more pressure with his thumb, rocking Izzorah’s head forward and to the side. “Yes, that’s right. Enjoy your pleasure.”

He groaned as his shaft hardened. He turned his head blindly, seeking his lover’s mouth. As his lips met Luc’s, he whispered, “Yours.”

With a rough growl, Luc tightened his arms around him, tilting him back for a ravaging kiss.

Izzorah flung his arms around Luc, dug his claws into his coat, and held on. He opened his mouth, welcoming the hot invasion of tongue. Beneath his hands, Luc trembled. The scorching kisses trailed down his jaw, along his throat. Luc set his teeth against Izzorah’s left shoulder and bit down.

“Mmm.” Izzorah leaned his head to the right. “Again.”

“Like this?” He gave him another human-type bite. Tame, sweet.

“Yes.” Izzorah closed his eyes. “Harder.”

Luc bit.

Izzorah gasped. “Oh, yes. Like that.” He curled his fingers into Luc’s hair and held him against his shoulder. He kissed the outside shell of Luc’s ear, breathing into it. “Bite me when I come.”

= = 13 = =
Luc's alpha nature asserts itself in this love scene, to Izzorah's delight...

Luc stroked the underside of his tongue with long, slow licks and slipped across the top, circled it, licked the tip. Izzorah groaned with yearning, imagining Luc’s mouth on his cock. Teasing, licking, sliding wetly up his length and back down as he caressed his shaft. He yearned to ram into him, drive himself deep inside Luc, all the way to his heart.

“Mmm, Rah.” Luc kissed his way along his jaw, up to his eyes. “You taste like sexual heat and male flesh. I’ve pictured you naked like this, stretched out in my bed.” He licked the side of his throat, bit it, and held him tight with his teeth. “Purr for me.”

He purred, breath stopping when Luc sucked the tender skin of his throat into his mouth and bit him. Kin bit hard enough to draw blood when they were hot. Or dug in their claws. His pulse raced, so filled with passion and desire his heart beat like a panicking caged bird.

“Rah! Open your eyes.” Luc was gazing down at him when Izzorah obeyed. “Come on, love. Breathe. Deep, deep breath.”

He sucked in a harsh breath and panted. His chest didn’t hurt. He only felt joy.

“That’s right. Good.” Luc didn’t move. “Is it too much? Do you need me to slow down?”

“No! Kiss me more. Please, please.” He pulled Luc to him and lifted his mouth. He couldn’t get close enough if he crawled under Luc’s skin with him. The wet heat of their mouths filled his mind with sensation. Nothing existed beyond this moment, this instant of time when he belonged to Luc, totally, completely his.

Luc kissed his way down Izzorah’s chest, taking his time. “I imagined what I’d do to you when I got you home. Beneath me in bed.”
Surrender Love
Erotic SciFi Romance
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Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.

In the beds of countless lovers, the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr has been mastered as well as master, commanded as well as commander. When his mortal lover leaves him, the distraught Luc withdraws and devotes himself to work. His entertainment company throws a ceremony for their most successful rock group, and Luc meets drummer Izzorah "Rah" Ceeow, one of the feline Kin race. Rah's dark hair and velvety, golden furskin captivate Luc. Pert cat's ears and a quick smile lighten his mood, and one look into Rah's emerald eyes, deep and tranquil as a forest pool, and troubles cease.

He suspects the mid-twenties male is a virgin, and Luc, fascinated by Rah’s quiet serenity and lack of guile, longs for a deeper, closer relationship. Savoring Rah’s surrender will be as delicious as taking him. Luc will force nothing. Rah will give himself to Luc when he is ready to surrender his innocence, to capitulate every part of himself to Luc’s command. Rah will open himself and let himself be taken. Luc’s anticipation and desire are palpable; as real as his hunger for faithful, unconditional love. But to gain Rah, how much of himself is Luc willing to surrender?
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This book is the 2010 EPIC Award Winner in Science Fiction Erotic Romance
Love Romances & More, Best SciFi/Futuristic 2009 Runner Up; Winner "Best Cover"
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Savanna Kougar said...

FANTASTIC kissing thirteen, Kayelle.

Kayelle Allen said...

Thanks Savanna. These two were an easy choice for hot kisses. ^_^