Free Out of the Dark (Forbidden Love) by DANIELLE JAMES

his hands on her hair, whispering encouraging words and endearments in a variety of languages.  Brea didn’t know most of them, but she understood the meaning just the same.  She covered his torso in wet kisses, enjoying the way this powerful man quivered under her touch. 
         She reached down and encircled him with her hand.  “Yes,” he cried, pressing his head back into the pillow.  God, he was big, thick and long.  She could barely get her hand around it.  He moved his hand over hers, guiding her hand along his length, showing her what he liked.  His hips thrust up into her hand of their own accord.  But that was not what Brea had in mind.
         She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over his head.  He cried out from the intense sensation, and she took him into her mouth.  He reached behind her neck and pulled the clip that held her hair in place.  Her red curls tumbled free over his stomach , creating a veil that concealed her face.  That wouldn’t do.  His fingers threaded into her hair, grasping the strands tightly and pulling them away from her face.  But too soon, he was pulling away from her.  “Wait, please,” he gasped.
         “Am I doing something wrong?” she asked, knowing she wasn’t.
         “No, I fear if you don’t stop, I might embarrass myself.”
         Brea smiled at him, and then went back to lavishing affection on his manhood.  His breath came in sharp, quick breaths, and he was saying her name, over and over.  When she felt him swell within her mouth, she reached down and cupped his sack in her hands.  All remnants of his control shattered and bright lights exploded behind his eyes.  He let out an intense growl of ecstasy with his release.
         Brea rose up his body, licking her lips.  He rolled them both over so that he was on top of her, but she pushed him away.  “You have work to do, and we need to eat.  What will everyone think if we are both late for dinner?”
         “I do not care what they think,” he growled at her.
         “Come on, get up.”
         “Will you not let me repay the favor?” he asked.
         “ Later,”she replied, getting to her feet.  A I’m going to change and I will meet you downstairs.”
         “May I choose the time?”
         “For what?”
         “To repay the favor?” he asked with a sheepish grin.  Brea hesitated.  A time at his choosing?  That might be dangerous.  “Please,” was all it took.  One word.  She found herself unable to resist his heartfelt pleading.
         “Ok,” she said, then quickly hurried off to her own room to change her clothes.
     
     
     
     

EIGHT
         Temporarily sated, Angel showered and dressed for dinner.  He chose his wardrobe carefully, keeping in mind that she seemed to like silk.  So he wore black jeans and a white silk shirt that was so thin his chest hair showed through.  He donned a gold chain around his neck, and even put on his gold circle earrings.  He thought it might draw her attention to his ears.  At least, he hoped so.
         Angel entered the dining hall only to be greeted with an abrupt silence.  All eyes were on him, and Gage was wearing the most amused expression.  Brea looked guilty as sin, an endearing look indeed, he thought.  Angel noticed that she had exchanged her dress for a sensible sweater and a very business-like skirt.  Everyone paused only for the shortest second, and then conversation picked up as if it had never stopped.  Brea was talking to Antonio about the upcoming gala.  He thought the twenties idea was perfect.  Not that Angel needed his approval.  Gage and Rebel were plotting their next prank, on Freida, no less.  Angel smiled as he thought of the hell there would be to pay for pulling a fast one on his cook and housekeeper. She was sharp as a tack, and they would have to plan carefully to trick her.
        And if they succeeded, God help them from her