By Lisabet Sarai
Today is Charity Sunday, a meme I created to highlight different worthy causes and do a bit to give back to the world. Every Charity Sunday (the last Sunday of the month), I do a post on my personal blog that focuses on a charity that I support. I also include an excerpt from one of my stories. Then I commit to donating some amount to my cause for the month for each comment I receive on the post.
As it happens the last Sunday of August is today, the 31st of the month, which is my allocated day here at Sweet n’ Sexy Divas. So I decided to do two Charity Sunday posts, shining the spotlight on two different causes.
My chosen charity for Sweet n’ Sexy Divas is Oceana. Oceana was founded in 2001 as an international organization focused solely on ocean conservation, in response to a study that showed less than 0.5% of all resources spent by environmental nonprofit groups in the United States went to ocean advocacy. For nearly twenty five years, Oceana has been working around the world, supporting science-based campaigns to preserve and protect the ocean and its inhabitants.
I will donate $2 to Oceana for each comment I receive on this post, between now and the next Charity Sunday. Meanwhile, for my excerpt, I have a bit from Elemental Passions Book 2, Rough Weather, in which my heroine has a special affinity for water.
Excerpt (Explicit)
Only the sea could soothe her.
Abandoning her shorts and sweatshirt on the damp sand, Ondine splashed into the surf. Chill water climbed her bare thighs as she waded deeper, sending delicious prickles racing across her skin. The Atlantic was always frigid, even after three months baking in the summer sun, but Ondine experienced the icy swells as pure pleasure. She dived under a wave and savored the exquisite shock of total immersion.
Her body came alive with fluid energy. A powerful kick propelled her toward the bottom, where she cruised with practiced ease, eyes open to the greenish translucency around her. Kelp fronds fluttered with the current, tethered to the rocks below. Fish darted like silver lightning among the rippling blades of sea grass. A cobalt-blue crab inched its way along a ledge, pincers held high like a dancer with castanets. The distant, haunting call of a whale reached her sensitive ears, vibrations transmitting faint but clear though the miles of ocean that separated her from the creature. A mating cry, she thought, smiling to herself, alert for the reply which came a minute later, the female even farther away but definitely receptive.
The cycles of nature continue, despite our assaults. Calmed as always by the rich life that thrived beneath the waves, she surfaced and rolled onto her back with her arms spread wide. The sea supported her, rocking her in a gentle and familiar embrace. The currents tugged at her long hair until it fanned out around her head like a platinum halo.
The anxieties that dogged her on land evaporated. Eyes closed, she synchronized her breath with the muted roar of the breakers upon the beach. The water bathing her limbs felt blood-warm now—though intellectually she knew its temperature was in the single digits—and viscous as honey. Morning sunlight dried her exposed breasts and belly, leaving a sweet sting of salt. Her thoughts drifted along with her body, to the cetacean couple, then to her dream—the one that had wrenched her from her slumbers, sweat-drenched and hungry, and driven her down to the shore to seek some peace.
She had been swimming in the dream, far from land, slicing through the sea with the speed of a shark, the grace of a dolphin, acutely aware of the burgeoning life around her, glorying in her freedom. The space below the surface had glowed like the interior of an emerald, lit by the sun above. Arousal hummed through her, well being shading into something like need, but not urgent, not yet—merely a side effect of her finely tuned perception. She would let the ache build, gathering force and volume, until the flood of release was as inevitable as the tide.
Shadows had gathered overhead. The pellucid depths turned gray. Choppy swells churned above. Then with terrifying suddenness she’d been hooked—arrested in her liquid trajectory, dragged up into the air, sputtering and thrashing like the fish she sometimes resembled.
She had found herself suspended in lightning-shot blackness, hung by some pivot between her shoulder blades. Fierce winds swung her back and forth, whipping her hair into her face. Anger and terror warred in her chest.
“Release me!” she’d cried. The gale had ripped the words from her and flung them into the skies. “Let me go, whoever you…”
Firm lips had sealed hers before she could finish. Invisible in the swirling dark, someone took possession of her mouth, forcing it open with an unseen tongue and plunging within. She’d tasted winter frost and summer fruit, salt and iron, a hint of smoke. Hands wandered over her bare flesh, cool and knowing. A rough twist to an aching nipple. The scrape of a fingernail down her spine. A plump thumb prodded her quivering clit. Then a rigid bulk rooted itself in the slick cleft between her thighs.
Despite her fear and indignation, she’d been soaked. She liquefied further as her shadow-clad assailant slid into her depths. Her simmering lust leapt to a boil. Moaning into his demanding mouth, she clenched around the exquisite hardness invading her. A storm of sensation raged inside as he arched up and inward, dragging the taut length of his cock across her clitoris. Electric bliss flashed from her core to her extremities.
He’d pulled her to his chest, mashing her breasts against smooth planes of skin and muscle. The arms restraining her were iron bands, inescapable despite her squirming. Wild winds coiled around them in a tightening spiral. She fought the pleasure, unwilling to be taken by a stranger, to have her freedom stripped from her so completely, but he was inexorable, driving closer to her crisis with each powerful thrust.
“Surrender to me.” His voice pierced her as surely as his cock, straight to the core. Melodious, gentle, it coaxed her to relinquish control. His soft words were not a command but an invitation. “You will never be complete until you surrender.”
Find the buy links for Rough Weather at https://www.lisabetsarai.com/roughweatherbook.html
Meanwhile, I hope you’ll leave a comment. Every message from you means two dollars devoted to countering the many threats to our irreplaceable oceans.
Be sure to visit the other bloggers participating in today’s Charity Sunday. In particular, go leave a comment on my other post at Beyond Romance. I’m featuring a different charity and have a different excerpt!
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