Free Dancing With the Devil (The Devil #2) by Heather C. Myers Page B

her peak before releasing herself against Andrew’s fingers.  The pleasure surged through her, and at that moment, she knew she needed him inside of her, needed to feel more.  Even so, her face crimsoned at her reaction to such pleasure, causing Andrew to study her he positioned himself above her.
     
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.  “You have no reason to be ashamed.”
     
    His words helped her relax, and soon, he had slipped inside of her.  Andrew had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from losing control of himself and wait until she was ready to proceed.  She really was his, in every essence of the word.
     
    Andrew then proceeded to make love to her, feeling a connection and a fullness he had never felt before.  And Harleen felt the same way.  She didn’t want to do this with anybody else.
     
    Even more than that, she wanted to do it again. 
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Sneak Peak of Falling for the Devil, Part iii
    To be released November 5, 2014

Chapter 1
     
    She dreamed about him, about what they had done.  How could she not.  The way his hands gripped her waist tightly, possessively as he thrust into her, as she moaned his name.  His lips were like poison, something she wanted more and more despite the fact that they were bad for her.  Hell, he was bad for her.  He was the Devil for goodness’ sake, and that was all there was to it.
     
    But when he made love to her, she didn’t think he was completely evil.  How could he be, if he had been an angel before falling from grace?  People seemed to forget that he was good as well as evil – human, unlike God, but similar to humanity due to the fact that they were imperfect as well.  Harleen could almost say he loved her due to what he did to her last night, but she didn’t want to be presumptuous, nor did she want to be one of those girls who confused love with sex.  And yet, after last night, Harleen knew something had changed between them.
     
    It was as though occupying her as a whole made her completely his, and though she would never admit it aloud, she had no qualms about belonging to Andrew.  He was a beautiful specimen, masculine and compassionate.  His body felt as though he knew her body down to a tee, knew her inside out, and maybe he did.  It didn’t exactly matter to her though; she simply loved being wrapped up in him, and wanted to feel him again inside of her.  Wanted to feel the pleasure he caused her by merely looking at her, by merely caressing her, by filling her up.  She knew she would be sore; they had done the deed once more after the first time, and her lust for him caused her to push him even deeper than before.
     
    He had gotten a little rough the second time.  She liked when he got rough.  Her whimpers turned into full-fledged moans, and before, she might have been embarrassed by her vocals, but they seemed to inspire him.  The most beautiful sound she had ever heard was his own noise, loved to see her body reflected in those even darker hazel eyes.  Harleen had always felt it was the eyes who spoke words the mouth refused to say, and the way they looked at her… 
     
    Andrew made her feel beautiful, made her feel like this sensual creature who deserved pleasure, who deserved to be his Queen.  And she wanted to return the favor.  She would finally read that book she had bought weeks ago, and she wouldn’t be ashamed this time.  Harleen would be educating herself, and luckily for her, Nigel wouldn’t be around to ask her about it.  It was her own little secret, her own little surprise for her husband.
     
    Her husband…
     
    It was then that Harleen remembered she was married to him.  It was a silly thing to forget since she had seen his wedding ring, seen her own, but the thought hadn’t registered.  She had only been focused on him.  What they had done last night – they had consummated their relationship.  They