Sex Scene Championship Round 31 : Cari Silverwood ( @carisilverwood) and Nicolette Day ( @Nicolette_Day)

Posted August 25, 2014 by Nix in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 1 Comment

Hello everybody and welcome to our Sex Scene knockout Championship!

The guise is simple; vote for your favourite out of the two scenes and the winning author will progress to the next round and be in with a chance to win the Sex Scene Championship Crown. Each person will be in with a chance of winning prizes from our prize bag. At the end of the event, all of the entrants will be collated and then I’ll use random generator to pick a top winner (who will get their choice of 8 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC), a second place winner (who will get their choice of 5 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC) and a third place winner (who will get their choice of 3 prizes limited to one GC). I will then randomly draw names until all the prizes are gone.

You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them. 

We have 50 eBooks to giveaway (some of which are listed on the Intro post here), 2 signed paperbacks, 2 INT paperbacks, 4 Gift Cards (Amazon & All Romance, a necklace, some pens and more swag to give away.

So for our next round we have Cari Silverwood and Nicolette Day

Execerpt One –

Cari Silverwood – Intimidator ©

Cari’s  Website | Twitter


She straightened, turned. Crap. She shouldn’t have looked.

Stom stood there, disheveled and wild-eyed, dark gray shirt sticking to his muscles. His zip was undone and his pants ready to be pushed down his legs. Casually, he pulled his shirt off over his head. Her mouth dried.

She ran her tongue across her lip, assessing him. “Christ, you’re hot. Man…”

Now was the time to say that no.

“Did I tell you to move?”

Unable to blink, in case she missed something, she stiffly shook her head.

“Good. I wanted an excuse.” He bared his teeth. As if by magic, his hand held what looked a leash and collar. Feral had taken over.

The stripes on his face, neck, and chest stood out like warning signs, sheened with sweat.

She’d forgotten how strong a man could be, and Stom was more than a man.

Without warning, he spun her again, leaning on her to trap her against the coarse bark while he strapped the collar about her neck. She squeaked once then subsided and let him handle her as he wished to. This, this thing he did with the making her do things, the abruptness of him grabbing and taking, it blew her mind. Fuck equality. Fuck asking before he did it. With him, she wanted this – wildness, compulsion, animal ferocity.

Once on, the collar seemed to pulse at her neck. The thing circled her, ran tingles down into her body, calmed her even, as if it were more than plain leather. A haze settled in.

“Wait,” she mumbled. “I never said I wanted this on.”

“Quiet. This is not your want. It’s mine.” The leash clicked on and he secured it on a low branch. He slapped her ass. “Mine.”

The reverberations of the slap echoed deep.

Mine. The word had a double meaning. His idea to leash her. His possession. She grew wetter in an instant.

Rough yet businesslike, he kneeled and pulled her shorts all the way down her legs until they bunched above her sneakers. He was going to fuck her after all.

Any normal woman would stop him.

And yet she moved not at all. Maybe she wasn’t normal.

His naked hands clasped her hips. Skin contact. Things were about to happen. He was going to put his cock in her. Damn. She sucked in air.

“Arch your back. Let me see your pussy.”

He wanted her to stick her butt out. She’d not had sex for a year. But Stom…damn. Slowly, she did as he’d asked and even tried to part her thighs, despite the shorts constricting her ankles.

Gently, almost reverently, he touched her down there, then with his other hand he angled her outward and made her push her ass higher.

From the slick and smooth way his finger travelled along her cleft, she was very wet. She heard the intake of his breath. He liked her like this. Moist for him. The pleasure of that warmed her.

“This is your cunt, Willow? It’s my cunt now. Hear that?” As he spoke, he slowly circled the inner edge of her pussy with one finger, teasing her with desire.

She quivered. His dirty talk hit every take me button inside her head. She held back for only a fraction of a second before she nodded. Wiggling her butt seemed an excellent idea, and she pushed back onto his fingers. When he resisted impaling her, she whined and bit her lip.
Lip still caught in her teeth, she lowered her forehead to the bark. The sound of his pants being pulled off warned her. She shifted her legs even farther apart, sure he must be looking at her there. Her entrance clenched. Ugh. Slow man. If she didn’t get him inside her, she’d implode from lust overload, and how would that look on her death certificate?

Then his cock breached her and shoved apart the entrance to her pussy. He speared inside her: that exquisite instant of impalement, fullness. She forgot everything but that, mesmerized by the building rhythm of sex. Stom was taking her, inside her, his body slapping against her ass. Yes.

He must have loosened the leash. His hand was behind her nape gathering it in his fist.

“Look at me.” He turned her to face him and touched foreheads, with his hand wedged around her chin. Between collar, leash, hand, and his cock pumping at her, he totally controlled her. She couldn’t move a fraction, open her mouth, or tongue her lip, without him seeing her arousal. He observed her every pant and whimper, kissing her mouth while he fucked her.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

And she did – she opened her eyes wider. Captured. Bound in the storm of his need. Her air was his. She was his.

He inched her up the tree until her toes barely touched earth. The slow rhythm of his thrusts strengthened – faster, harder, deeper inside, making her dig fingernails into the bark. He engulfed her in passion. Her thighs shook. Ecstasy was but a moment, a cry, a helpless whimper away.

Excerpt Two –   

 Nicolette Day – Tempted by the Soldier  ©

Nicolette’s Website |  Twitter


“Oh God…what are we doing?” she gasped.

“If you want me to stop, say the word, Princess.” His breath, all lemon and mint, danced over her lips, teasing, tempting.

“What do you want from me, Nate?”

“I want you, Lilly,” he said again. “I want your taste in my mouth. I want you riding my cock. Screaming my name. Begging me for release.”


“Tell me, then.” His voice dissolved into a rumble ofheat when he reached her breasts, stopping to stare while his thumbs teased the edge of her panties. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you hate me.”

She trembled under his touch, knowing those were the exact things she needed to say to keep this train from going off the rails. But they would be lies. The way her body was vibrating with need for him was proof of that.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

His mouth descended on her aching nipple and he sucked. She arched up off the counter, moaning, and slid her fingers through his short hair. The way his hands dominated her body stole her breath. Every caress, every kiss, every touch of his tongue demanded she relinquish control and give him everything. And oh, God, did she want to give it to him. With the taste of him on her lips and his fingers bruising her hips, she couldn’t think of anything she’d ever wanted more. Her nails bit into his scalp and he growled against her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple.

“Sorry,” she said on a groan, and loosened her grip on his hair.

“Do it again.” He swirled his tongue around her other nipple. “Do it again or I’ll fucking stop.”

Without a second thought she dug her nails into his scalp again, scraping over the white scar that carved a path through his dark hair.

“Fuck, yes.” He raised his gaze to hers.
 Hungry…and possessive.
 He pulled her against the hardness that only scraps of silkand cotton separated. They both moaned at the contact, and he kissed her hard enough to steal away every remaining ounce of common sense. The common sense previously screaming ather to keep her panties on. Now all she could think about was Nate ripping them from her body and burying himself in her so deep she’d feel him there for a week.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, then his mouth trailed down to nip at the underside of her chin. Gripping her thighs, he spread her wide open for him, and her head fell back against the mirror as she moaned.

“This is your last chance to tell me to stop.” His voice rumbled against her throat while his fingers teased the edge of her panties. “Once these come off, I’m going to be in you so deep you won’t remember your own name. You’ve teased me for too long, Princess. I’m not going to be satisfied until I hear you beg.”

“I told you,” she managed breathlessly, “I’m not begging.”

His lips curled into a cocky grin. “Want me to prove you wrong?”

“Are you going to threaten me all night, or are you going to do something?”

His fingers curled past the elastic of her panties. She knew from his heated expression he must feel how wet she was. She refused to be embarrassed. He needed to see what he did to her. Needed to see what he’d been doing to her for a year.


She didn’t hesitate to obey, lifting her hips to allow him to slide the silk down her legs.

“Good girl.” He tossed them aside as he dropped to his knees and grabbed her legs, draping them over his shoulders. A gasp of surprise slipped past her lips, then dissolved into a moan.

He gave one hard, flat lick up her center, and then latchedon to devour her. He flicked her clit with his tongue, teasing her, then sucked it between his lips, growling against her flesh. The vibration the sound created only added to the overwhelming sensations pulling her under.

God, how long had it been since someone had touched her like this? If her body’s out-of-control response was any indication, way too freaking long.

“Do you like that, baby?” He blew against her wet center and she bucked up off the counter, desperate for the friction his mouth offered.

“You know I do,” she moaned.

“So do I.


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