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Writer's Block Excerpt
Several hours they had walked before they took a break. Brede had seen many trees of use if they weren’t shipwrecked. Mahogany was worth money, Bay Rum trees to make aftershave. Virginie had collected a bouquet of flowers while an oleander blossom was stuck in her hair when the beach he had washed up on lay before them. “Coconut palms, sea grapes, and it’s not native but I think I see a mango.”
“If you dig in the overgrowth, there was a house here at one time. They probably planted some things.” [Research commonly planted nonnative species]
Despite that she knew of it, Brede ran to the mango tree and climbed up the trunk. With the machete, he cut off as many as he could reach. Only when he was back on the ground with the knife peeling the skin from the mango did Virginie sit down. “So now do I get a kiss?” He asked as he handed her a piece.
“Now is that just because I’m the only person around?”
“Maybe it’s that I’ve dreamed of it since the first day I got here.” Keeping his hands off her was no longer an option. Brede’s hand teased her ankle bare beneath the slip, her eyes closed slowly as he ran his fingers to her knee. “We can make our stay here much more enjoyable. Very enjoyable in fact.”
“Can we?” She got out before his fingers grazed her intimately. When her mouth fell open, his tongue dipped in quickly. [Insert heavy petting]
“My husband was obviously not very skilled.” Virginie murmured as her green eyes fluttered open.
“You’re husband was a lucky man.” He whispered before his mouth covered hers once more. [Continue sensual kiss description.]
Brede lay on his pallet of leaves in his half of the building after they had returned. A storm had moved in quickly, already the rain pounded on the metal roof above. Turning his gaze to the door, Virginie stood soaking wet, a flash of lightening silhouetting her clearly.
“Brede.” The husky sound of her voice alone made him swell. It was a voice full of lust. Out of the darkness, she was at his side.
“Were you reading my thoughts?” Brede knew he had died and gone to heaven when she pulled his hands up and rested them over the asset he had been admiring for so long. His thumb slipped from the fabric to bare skin and her lips opened for him, silently begging for his touch. He hardly had his lips on hers when her tongue leapt to meet him. He caught her moan as his hand slipped beneath the fabric.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” [Insert corset ripping, no with the lack of clothes think of another way to get her undressed.]
Brede sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, it was the only option with such beauties there for the taking. She arched against him as a loud groan poured out of her.
Long legs, ample breasts with puckered nipples so close he could not help but run his hands over them. The smell of her arousal filled the room as his hands slid down her body. He could not help grinning when she groaned as his fingers slid inside her. [Gratuitous sex here]
Brede looked up off the page, his blue eyes fierce. “Da’s kloten van de bok!”
“Since when do you speak another language?” The author asked of the character in her head.
Brede rolled his eyes. “Since you made me Dutch and it means that’s rotten. I might have only been here a week but poor Virginie has been here months and her husband dead before that. I might have stayed quiet for a few details to be filled in later, but this time . . . good god, woman, she came begging for it and you’re denying her.”