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Fallen Angels: Beguiled / Wanton / Uncovered

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2018
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She never so much as blinked when he lifted her legs gently to the bed and stood to look down at her. Slowly, drinking in the sight of her limp, sated body, he pulled his shirt free from his pants and began unbuttoning it. He forced himself to go slow, to savor the moment of his claiming. Even to his own mind, his thoughts, his responses, seemed primitive, maybe even ruthless. But he wanted her to be his and his alone—a feeling he’d never encountered before, not even with Anna. He wanted to take her so thoroughly, possess her so completely, she’d be willing to forgive him anything, willing to trust him in all matters.

She gave a shuddering sigh, lifted one languid hand to her forehead and pushed her hair away from her face. Dane watched her, so suffused with heat the edges of his vision blurred.

While he tugged his belt loose from the clasp with one hand, he dropped his other lightly to her soft thigh. Her skin felt like warm silk to him, and tempted him more than it should have.

Her lashes fluttered as his fingers trailed higher, and finally her eyes opened. She looked dazed and relaxed, on the verge of sleep. He smiled and carefully worked his zipper down past his throbbing erection. “You scream very well, Angel. I liked it.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks filled with color and she swallowed. When her gaze dropped to the open vee in his slacks, her eyes opened wide. “Oh.”

Dane sat on the bed beside her, his hand still on her thigh. “No, don’t get up. I like seeing you sprawled there.” She relaxed back again and he used the toes of his left foot to work off his right shoe, while at the same time surveying her body. He traced a nipple with his fingertip, around and around until she made a protesting sound. Then he dragged his fingers over her ribs and to her belly. She shifted abruptly.

“Ticklish?”

“Derek…”

Leaning over, he pressed a lingering kiss to her navel. “I love the way you taste, honey.”

She made a groaning sound of renewed interest, then tried to turn away from him. He caught her hips, stopping her.

“Derek, you can’t expect me to…”

“Yes I do.” Once again his fingers slid between her legs, anchoring her in place while he kissed his way up her abdomen to her breasts. “I expect you to let me pleasure you, and I expect you to continue enjoying my efforts.”

He raised his head for just a moment, pinning her with a look. “You came, Angel. A nice long, hard climax. And if I didn’t miss my guess, it was your first. So don’t try to deny it.”

She gasped. “I wasn’t going to!”

“Good.” When he drew her nipple into the heat of his mouth she writhed against him, then fisted her hands in his hair.

“No, Derek.”

He jerked upward and pinned her hands next to her head. “Yes.”

She said quickly, before he could kiss her, “I want you to take your shirt off. I want to see you, too. It’s not fair for me to lie here…exposed, while you’re completely dressed.”

His grin was slow and wicked. He knew it, but didn’t care. She wasn’t denying him at all as he’d first thought. She only insisted on her fair share. “All right.”

He pushed himself off the bed. “Don’t move, Angel. You inspire me, lying there like that.”

He shrugged his shirt off and grabbed the waistband of his pants. He stepped between her legs as he pushed them down, removing his boxers at the same time. When he straightened, he was naked.

Angel’s gaze roamed over him and her face heated again. He stifled a laugh, delighted with her. Her particular brand of innocence and hot sexuality was driving him crazy. He loved it. He loved…No, his thoughts refused to budge any further in that direction. He firmed his resolve.

Using a knee, he spread her legs even more and lowered himself over her. Propped on his elbows, he smiled down at her. “Hi.”

Rather than smiling back, she traced his face, over his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the dip in his chin. “You took me by surprise, Derek. Everything is so different…”

“So you keep saying.” He didn’t want to talk about that right now. Thinking of his brother with her like this was enough to make him howl at the moon.

“What happened was…unexpected.”

“But nice?” He again caught her hands and trapped them over her head, leaving her submissive to his desires.

She looked thoughtful as she continued her study of his face. “Very nice. Incredible really. But ever since I saw you again, it’s been that way. You look at me, and I get all hot inside. You touch me and I can’t think straight. I try to despise you; I have good reason to despise you, but I can’t. It doesn’t make any sense. Unless having the baby changed me somehow.”

“Angel.” She was killing him with her words, but he didn’t know how to tell her that.

“After everything that happened between us, I thought I’d always hate you.”

He groaned. “Don’t, babe.” He kissed her, hard and long, his tongue thrusting deep, stroking in a parody of the sex act. He rubbed his hairy chest against her sensitive nipples and felt her legs bend, coming up to hug his hips. The open juncture of her legs was a sweet torture, her damp heat against his belly, her soft thighs cradling him. He rubbed against her, his muscles bound so tight he felt ready to break.

She shifted, and then his erection was smoothly pushing against her wet sex. Angel began moving with him, their mouths still fused together, both of them breathing rapidly, roughly.

She jerked and pulled her mouth away, crying out.

Dane was stunned as she quickly climaxed again, shuddering beneath him, her head arched back, her heels digging into his thighs.

His control snapped. Shaking, he grabbed up his slacks and fumbled like a drunk for his wallet. He found a condom and viciously ripped the packet open with his teeth. Angel was still gasping breathlessly and when he turned, catching her legs in the crook of his elbows, spreading her wide and driving into her with one hard thrust, she cried out again.

He couldn’t think. His brain throbbed and his vision went blank and all he could do was feel and smell and taste her. She’d invaded his heart, his soul. He was the one who felt possessed and he rebelled against it even as he felt himself spiraling away. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled and pumped and when he heard Angel groan he knew she was with him yet again. It was too much. It felt like he exploded, his entire body gripped in painful pleasure, but it was so damn wonderful he never wanted it to end.

It took him a long time to come back to reality, to hear Angel’s soft sniffling, to feel the shudders in her body. Slowly, feeling drugged, he struggled up to his elbows again. Tears dampened her eyelashes and her lips looked swollen. His heart twisted.

Damn, her leg. His arms were still tangled with her legs and he knew she had to be in pain. He’d taken her roughly, almost brutally. That he’d hurt her made him wince in self-loathing. Carefully, he straightened, letting her legs down easy. She groaned and pressed her face to the side, away from him.

He cupped her chin and turned her back. “Angel, honey, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head.

“Babe, look at me.”

Her eyelashes lifted and she stared up at him. The tears in her eyes twisted his guts. He pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She frowned.

“I got a little carried away.” He tried a smile but it felt more like a grimace. “You moaned, and all rational thought fled my mind. I’m sorry.” He sounded like a parrot, apologizing over and over again.

“Derek…”

Goddammit, he hated having her call him that. “Shh. It’s all right.” Her hair, dry now and tangled impossibly, lay wild around her head. He tried to smooth it. “Can I get you anything? Some aspirin or something?” He felt like an idiot, having sex with a woman then offering her medicine for the pain.

She shook her head again and her voice, when she spoke, was tentative and as soft as a whisper. “I’m fine, just a little…stunned. Is it always like that?”

Now he felt confused. Buying himself some time, he sat up and carefully moved to the side of her. Her body had been damp and warm from their exertions and combined heat, and she shivered in the cool evening air. He pulled the corner of the spread up to cover her, but left her leg bare. Gently, he massaged her calf and saw her wince.

“Dammit, I’m an unthinking bastard. I—”

She laughed, catching his hand and twining her fingers with his. “No, you’re not. I’m fine, Derek.”
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