Free Sweet Disgrace by Cherrie Lynn

and she might have smiled if passion hadn’t been holding her captive. Helpless, sobbing, she ground her hips while he held her in place. He was relentless in his pursuit to shatter her. Nothing had ever felt so good, so good…another moment, another flick of his tongue in just the right place and…
    Pleasure swept her away, sent her tumbling as if one of the waves sweeping the beach had toppled her. She didn’t consciously have to do as he’d asked. As every muscle in her body tightened, her wings unfolded and spread wide, stretching to their limits.
    She scarcely had time to recover her senses before he flipped her down to the sand, wedging himself between her thighs as his eyes flashed crimson. Instead of frightening her, they drew forth a surge of lust that spurred her to spread wider and wriggle her hips to get him where she needed him. “Oh, please,” she whispered, guiding him to the hot core of this inexplicable need for him.
    It was all too much. She was insane to beg for more. But in that moment she’d have let him drag her to Hell before she’d give up the masterful wickedness of his body. The ache he’d aroused in her reached another crescendo, and her muscles tightened, the delicious tension almost more than she could bear. Surely it would break her into pieces. He would watch her come apart right here beneath him.
    Her breath caught as two of his fingertips skimmed down her belly and between her legs, not stopping their quest until he found her entrance and slid deep inside her slick passage. A shuddering groan tore itself from her throat, and he lowered his head to kiss a trail from one breast to the other. She arched into his mouth as his fingers worked her inner walls, stoking her pleasure, and at the moment she felt certain the building pressure would incinerate her, he withdrew.
    Frustration churned within her, and she glared at him reproachfully, silently demanding why he’d stopped. All the words building in her throat died when he shifted and she felt the nudge of his erection into the tender cleft between her legs. She gasped as he pushed, and reflexively she dug her heels into sand that offered little resistance. His burning intrusion was inescapable, but she wanted it.
    “Take me,” he whispered, over and over almost like a prayer, lifting his head so that his lips brushed hers. The world seemed to recede, falling away all around her, leaving only him. Him, and his impossible fullness slowly rending her. Just as she thought she would have to beg him to stop, his hips met hers and all the breath seemed to shudder out of him, along with the indecipherable words of his native tongue. Hearing them sent a little stab of apprehension through her, only to recede as he lifted his hand and gently stroked her face.
    “Are you all right?”
    He cared? He didn’t want to plunder her, take all that she had left? Hear her ask him for mercy?
    Biting her bottom lip, she nodded, staring up at him in confusion. He gave her a gentle smile that was nothing like his usual wicked grin that always seemed to have malice lurking behind it. But she couldn’t let herself be fooled. Soon he would be back on task again, terrorizing, pillaging…and perhaps remembering one sweet interlude that never should have been…
    Except that first he was going to be punished for losing to her. What were they going to do to him? The thought filled her eyes with tears, and he frowned. “What is it?”
    “Nothing,” she answered quickly, too quickly.
    His voice was ragged, his breathing labored. “Do you still want this?”
    Celeste closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him stretching her deep inside. “Oh, yes. I can’t explain why, but I do.”
    “Some things need no explanation.”
    His lips grazed her throat as he began to move. The long, thick slide of him through her wet sheath made her breath catch, her body coming alive again. Wild heat leapt within her. He could burn her with a mere thought to do so, and the fear