The year is 1883. Eduard van De Lier is a Dutchman overseeing a spice plantation on the island of Java, in the South Pacific. His obsessive attraction to dark-skinned men is just one of his many secrets. His wife Marien knows of his indiscretions, but as she's content with their Colonial lifestyle, she stays silent. Until a former lover of Eduard's shows up in their parlor with thoughts of blackmail. Reza was a crewman on the ship that brought the van De Liers to Java. During the passage, Eduard spent many a night in the younger man's arms. Two years have passed, and the last person Eduard expects to find in his drawing room is Reza, a letter in hand that could destroy the life he and Marien lead. Seeing him again ignites Eduard's lust for his first dark lover. He hopes to retrieve the letter, either through seduction or subterfuge, and the longer Reza eludes him, the more his desire grows. But they're on shaky ground, and before things can heat up between them, their world explodes -- literally -- when the unstable island of Krakatoa erupts.

All Shook Up

He works me until I’m fucking against him, hoping to shove more of myself into the wet heat of his mouth, wanting to drive my length as far as it’ll go into his throat and feel his tongue, his cheeks, his muscles work me to release. But he holds me in check with those hands on my cock and balls—he keeps me from going all out. I want to knock those hands away, lay him down, force myself deep inside him until he chokes on the hair at my crotch. Twice I try to get further in and both times he pulls back, keeping me at bay. “Jamie,” I cry, frustrated. I tug on his curls, his ears; I cup his chin in both hands and try so hard to get into him, to get more. “Please, God, please.”


Chapter 33