My Lady Captive
By Shirl Anders

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     Wyndham slipped his finger beneath the sponge and whispered, "Spread your legs for me, Orèlan." He heard Orèlan’s breath catch as she slowly opened her thighs. "Wider," he whispered as he touched the softly swollen slit of her pussy. The fertile warm flesh quivered as he slipped his finger deeper and Orèlan’s mouth opened in an arousing sigh. The warm water rolled with his fingers stroking movements as he brought his other hand forward to caress Orèlan’s inner thighs.

     "Oh, Wyndham," Orèlan gasped softly, raising her hips to him.

     "Yes, sweetheart," he murmured. "Show me what you like."

     "Omm," she moaned, and her hands dropped over the sponge with his finger beneath. Orèlan pressed, burrowing his finger deeper, as her hips rolled and her inner thighs stretched. His fingers beneath the water traced the crease of her inner thigh following it to the slick opening of her vagina. Orèlan guided his finger faster over her clitoris as he smudged the excepting opening. "Wyndham," she gasped.

     Slowly, he entered her with one finger and her hips lifted, seating the width of his finger more firmly as she moaned, her acceptance. "You are mine," he rasped, bringing his thumb forward to play against her lower pussy, while he withdrew and thrust his finger inside her again.

     "Yes, Wyndham," Orèlan cried. "Si, puma. Oh hh so much, puma. So hard."

     Christ. "I want to lick your pussy," Wyndham rasped.

    Orèlan’s eyes opened and he could see the fevered passion in their golden depths. He did not give her time to think, he simply grasped her wrists and urged her to stand before him. He lowered his head at the same moment rubbing his nose, his mouth, and his chin over her wet pubic curls, as he used his hands on her hips as a guide. Then, his tongue darted forward and he licked deeply.

     "Wyndham!" Orèlan cried. She grasped his head, with her legs becoming wobbly. He held her nearly swooning stance by the strength in his arms as his tongue nudged the lips of her pussy apart and the tip of his tongue found the bead of her clitoris. It was swollen and fat and he quickly shimmied his tongue over it rapidly. Orèlan’s answering cry of passion was arousing as he caught the crook of her knee with his forearm and lifted. He lifted her leg, until her thigh was on his shoulder and he had superb access to her splayed pussy.

     "Dios." Orèlan cried, unable to help herself from wriggling her sexual nub against Wyndham’s flicking tongue. "Si, Wyndham, si," she cried. "Oh hh, si!" She could feel Wyndham’s bristly unshaven chin rasping against her inner thighs as she clutched the heavy strands of his yellow-blond hair. Her fingers brazenly pressed his face closer between her thighs as she rolled her sex against his surging tongue. "Si, oh dios, si," she cried and then she screamed ardently as Wyndham entered her strongly with his stiffened finger. He withdrew and thrust his finger inside her, doing this repeatedly, as his tongue skittered faster and faster and the explosion of passion in her sex burst free. "Amour," she cried. "Mio amour!"

Erotic Ebook Reviews

Fallen Angel Reviewer, Jean says:
This is the third novella in the Archangel series. The Archangels are a group of British noblemen who have served their country during the Napoleonic Wars. They have served as soldiers, as diplomats, and as spies. None of them have escaped unscathed, whether physically or emotionally.

This is the story of Wyndham, Baron of Hawkenge, who was wounded at the Battle of Waterloo. Wyndham is now on a mission to rescue Madame Orèlan Becou, a widow and the step-daughter of the late French ambassador to Spain. She is being held as the captive of Alexei Tropov, at his impregnable “depraved mini Russian court” of Valcourt. Wyndham and Tropov have a history, as do Wyndham and Madame Becou, resulting from their spying activities during the Wars. Will Wyndham be able to save the lady before they are both debased by the activities surrounding them at Valcourt?

I enjoyed this particular installment in the series a lot. Ms. Anders has quite an imagination! The books in the Archangel series are like no other Regency novels I’ve ever read. Instead of primness and subtle courting, these novellas contain in-your-face eroticism and graphic sexuality. The plot is fast-moving, with subterfuge and lurking danger to punch it up. 

The actions of the characters are internally cohesive, that is, the characters’ reactions are consistent with their motivations and the circumstances in which they find themselves. I must confess that I thought Tropov, the villain, was the most fully drawn character in the story. Of course, it is always easier to depict evil than good – the evil are so overt in the actions! Wyndham and Orèlan are, however, not merely stick figure protagonists. They appear to the reader as admirable people, in spite of being wounded in body and/or spirit. The sexual scenes are very, very graphic and, in addition to the traditional male/female sex include spanking with hand and belt, fellatio, cunnilingus, voyeurism, bondage and domination, and forced nudity. The sex scenes are quite intense, and may be offensive to readers who prefer implied sensuality over a graphic display.

Reviewed by: Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews