Free Talent For Trouble by Bianca D'Arc Page A

even that revered gentleman was unsure if she’d be able to have a normal sex life after what she’d been through.
    Still, she wanted to try. With Darak. Only with him.
    But she was scared.
    His kiss started gently but soon escalated. His body bracketed hers, moving her toward the marble vanity table along one wall. She went willingly. So far, he hadn’t done anything she didn’t like. She had to warn him, though. Just in case.
    “Darak,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can—”
    He silenced her with his mouth, kissing her deeply enough that she forgot what she was going to say. So deeply, she forgot her own name.
    “This is for you, sweet Jana.” His raspy whisper was spoken against her lips as he let go for just a moment, only to hoist her upward to sit on the edge of the vanity. His hard body insinuated itself between her splayed legs, the shimmersilk of the gown flexing and stretching to give him all the room he wanted.
    The part along the right side of the gown extended to her waist, allowing easy access. She hadn’t been able to wear anything under the gown, and she gasped as she realized she was naked to his gaze when he dropped to his knees in front of her.
    Strong hands pushed the expensive fabric upward and to her left, letting it pool on the vanity at her side. He guided her right leg upward so that her knee bent, making even more room for him. She could feel the heat a blush forming all over her body. There was an underlying heat, as well. A heat generated by Darak’s touch, by his gaze as he examined her folds, by his tongue when he licked his lips.
    “I’m going to eat you up, milady. And you’re going to love it. I promise.”
    He didn’t give her a chance to respond. His fingers stroked up her bare thighs and combed through the light curls over her mound. Then, they spread her wide, tracing the hidden contours of her pussy, touching places that had never been touched so carefully by a man before. He took exquisite care of her, never grabbing, never being too rough. Nothing about his behavior to this point reminded her of anything that had come before with men.
    She could barely think as his finger found a little button of pleasure at the top of her thighs. It was something she’d heard about, but never experienced before Darak. He had a way of pulling responses out of her abused body that made her heart sing and her female parts shudder with pleasure. She felt moisture releasing from that lonely part of her and tried to shut her thighs in embarrassment, but Darak soothed her.
    “That’s what I was waiting for.” His voice was rough, his attention focused on her most private place. “You cream so beautifully for me, Jana. I want to taste your heat, your passion. I want to give you more pleasure than you can handle and feel you come apart in my arms.” His gaze sought hers, and she read the truth of his words in his eyes. He wanted to give to her, asking nothing in return. He…cared?...for her on some level that she didn’t understand. Just as she felt something inside her shielded heart for him. Something she didn’t dare examine or name.
    He held her gaze as one finger pressed into her core. Slowly…so slowly it made her squirm to get closer. She wanted more of his invasion. More of his possession. Though she’d never wanted any man inside her body before. Not even in this small way.
    Darak pressed forward, his finger impaling her with its hard, flexible heat, bringing her a feeling she couldn’t describe.
    Then, he crooked his finger.
    An explosion went off inside her as he touched some previously unknown hidden nerve endings that lit her up like a skyrocket. She jumped, and his lips widened into the most devilish grin he’d yet given her.
    “You like that, don’t you?” He did it again, and she nearly whimpered. “Oh, yes. I can see that you do.” He teased her, beginning to stroke his long finger in and out of her channel, the way made easier by the moisture that