Sex Symphony
By Madison Blake
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Blurb:
Book 1 of Musical Aphrodisiac
A magic violin that rules them all in lust…
Chelsea is enthralled by the magnetic violinist Kyle Montgomery, and at the first pure notes that trilled into the night, she is bombarded by a lust so powerful she lost her breath. She loses control of her body, and she hungers constantly for the hardness of a man's arms around her. To confound her further, she finds herself attracted to the equally compelling brilliant composer Grant Thornton...who dislikes her.
Bound by the magic that flows from the violin, the three are inexorably drawn to one another to assuage their deepest needs. But when the notes fade away, who will be left to play the symphony?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes with same-gender sex.
Excerpt:
“But…but…” Grant sputtered, seemingly unable to find the words he wanted. “I thought we agreed last night’s performance would be the last time.”
Kyle’s warm, gray orbs rested on her face, caressing and it seemed they were the only two people in the world. “I spoke too soon. I think we might yet find what we’re looking for.”
“Here?” As though from a far distance, she heard Grant’s voice filled with dismay, then he muttered, “Fine but we’re going upstairs immediately after you come down off the stage.”
Chelsea caught her breath as Kyle reached out a hand and gently brushed his thumb over her cheek. “You know what to do, Grant.”
A moment’s silence full of rich meaning she couldn’t comprehend, then Grant’s voice, thick with disbelief. “You think it’s her?”
Kyle hesitated. “Maybe. Watch over her.” Then he whirled around and strode up onto the stage.
Chelsea collapsed back against her seat, drained. What was that all about? The conversation between the men confused her but more bewildering was the effect Kyle had on her. Every time she looked at him, especially when he was looking back or like right now, when he touched her, the focus of her world appeared to narrow to just him and her. There was only one time when her whole being had been consumed totally by one man and when he had left this world five years ago, she’d never thought she’d feel anything remotely like it ever again.
But it seemed she had.
What did that mean?
She shivered and the shiver intensified when her ears caught the first, pure note that trilled from the direction of the stage. She glanced up and she was caught much the same way as she had been a week ago at the concert.Kyle looked magnificently…male, even cradling the violin as he did. Sinfully seductive. Blatantly sensual. He looked straight at her as he played and across the short distance, she imagined his gaze blazing with lust and need. The same desires that were running through her veins at this moment, making her wet and throbbing. Her nipples hardened and pushed against the soft cloth of her dress, the tight buds sensitive and aching horribly. The ache intensified with each note that poured from Kyle’s skillful hands and lust and yearning crashed within her in violent waves. She shook from the maelstrom raging within, her pussy pulsing with urgency and she had the insane urge to rush the stage, tear his clothes from him, impale herself upon him and ride him until this crazy longing was satisfied. She had the nasty feeling that in another few moments she wouldn’t be able to control her actions.
What was happening to her? Through the lust-soaked haze enveloping her, she realized that whatever she was experiencing now felt vaguely familiar…
Someone touched her arm and she cried out, her skin so sensitized lust rippled through her at the contact. Grant was staring at her, his eyes wild, his nostrils flaring and a deep flush staining his cheeks. “You feel it too?”
She didn’t pretend to misunderstood what he was asking. “Yes.”
“My God,” he breathed, his blue eyes glittering. “It’s really you.”
“Wha—” She cried out as another swell of desire rose up in her.
“Listen to me. Make some excuse—ladies’ room or whatever—and wait for me outside the door—”
“No—” Even with the lust interfering with her senses, she still remembered he disliked her without reason and because of that, she didn’t like him either. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere with him—
“It’s for your own good,” he rasped urgently as he leaned close to her. “For all our sakes.”
“Doesn’t everybody—”
“No— Yes, some—” He broke off. “I’ll explain later. Now go.”
“I don’t—” She stopped in mid-sentence as lust hit her hard, causing her to jerk slightly in her seat. At the back of her mind, she noted that it coincided with the crescendo in Kyle’s music.
“Look,” Grant said in a rough whisper. “This thing that’s pulsing in you? There’s only one way to make it go away and you won’t get it by masturbating the whole night long or having sex with countless men. It’ll come back to haunt you again and again, each time more intense, until you won’t care where you are, who you’re doing it with, how you’re doing it, as long as you can scratch the itch.”
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