Free Fall From Grace by Eden Crowne Page B

shoulders, running
his fingers along the thick bones of her wings. Swallowing his
doubts, he met her eyes. Let her see the raw emotion raging inside.
His need. His longing for what he could not, should not have. Ever.
    What she saw in his
face only fueled her own desire. Tilting her head, Evie brushed her
lips feather soft along his cheek, feeling the rough stubble of a
night's growth. He smelled clean and strong and pure, no longer
brimstone, only the searing desert heat of the canyon floor. Was it
his magic or her own that held her here? She dropped her sword and
unbuckled her belt to gather him closer, crushing her breasts
against his chest, feeling his arms tighten with equal longing.
    She was Earthbound
and down. Falling, falling into such sweet sin. Flexing her
beautiful white wings, she brought them around to shield them both
from the worlds above and below.

Chapter 11
    Almost hesitantly their lips sought each
other's. The complete vulnerability of that first kiss held them,
each helpless to defend themselves. Dead or alive or somewhere in
between, they could no longer stop even if they wanted to.
    Evie felt the shape
of his mouth, the sensuous lift to his upper lip before Trick could
hold back no longer. He had to taste her, feel her tongue dancing
with his. Hesitantly, then with growing confidence, he pressed his
mouth to hers. The passion was so strong she could taste it on his
lips, savor it running down her throat.
    He burned and she
burned with him.
    Tugging at the velcro
straps, her top came away in Trick's hands. His Master's own Death
Mark glowed bright crimson on one round, full breast. A mark she
could not see. He covered it with his mouth, kissing the evil away.
Sealing his own fate. Her boots and leggings came off and he paused
to stare. How perfect is a woman's body to a man, he thought.
Breasts, belly and below, like a ripe peach peaking out from
between soft, round thighs. Was there anything more beautiful? Then
she was tugging at his jeans, sliding them down, revealing his
desire for her hard and strong, knocking against his flat belly.
She touched him, running her long fingers across the skin and he
moaned. The feel of her touch set off waves of bliss that rippled
across his body, surging in waves of pleasure.
    Under her hands, he
throbbed. Evie pressed herself to him, pushing against his belly.
Holding tightly, he turned her around, her back against him. Trick
ran his hands over her breasts, feeling the full heavy flesh nestle
into each palm, lightly stroking her as she sighed with
pleasure.
    He pushed her against
the rocks so she supported herself on her hands. Spreading her
thighs, he ran his fingertips through the exquisitely soft skin,
gently touching her as his lips played over her neck and shoulders.
She lifted herself higher, arching her back instinctively so he
could reach further. For a time he just stroked her, running his
mouth over the soft skin of her back, around her wing bones,
feeling her shivers of anticipation.
    Evie moaned, low and
long, reveling in the delirious sensations of his breath, lips,
tongue, and fingers playing over her. His tongue circled and
darted; his hot breath making her shiver, the tantalizing touch of
his fingers setting off a chain reaction of sensation that swiftly
built to explosive levels. Turning her to face him, he slowly slid
down to his knees in the sand. Nipping at her, blowing and
circling, he could feel her excitement building, taste the sweet
essence. She began to cry out, quick sharp bursts that sounded
almost like cries of pain. But they were not. The pleasure surged
from to every part of her body and she clutched at the rocks to
keep from falling, her legs suddenly weak. He thrust his tongue
further, into that beautiful secret place and the feelings built
again to an unbearable level.
    Crying out, she
suddenly could not stand and falling, he caught her, her wings
trailing in the sand. Trick kicked out his jacket and shirt, making
a small nest for