Free Dangerous (Courting the Darkness Saga) by Karen Fuller Page A

woman, love.” He added a finger, stretching her, plunging
deeper as her inner walls pulsated. “You are so tight.”
    She writhed over his
fingers, her breath coming out in short pants. “I’ve never—”
    “Let yourself go, love. Just feel.”
    Just feel? She didn’t know what to feel. Every nerve ending in her body was
hypersensitive. The sensations were building to an almost unbearable level, but
she didn’t want it to stop, not ever. “Please…I need….”
    He laughed softly,
withdrew his fingers, then took a small step back.
    Sherry’s eyes flew open
in confusion and sexual frustration, her body aching for his touch. “Why did
you stop? I thought….” She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself
self-consciously. “You’re laughing at me—why?”
    “I just wanted to prove
a point.”
    A point? Her breathing was slowly coming under her control again as her body cooled a
bit, allowing her to think. “Obviously I miss your point, because I don’t
understand.”
    “My point was that I
told you that you would beg me to.”
    And I begged ,
ran through her head. Sudden anger and embarrassment washed over her. “ Why you arrogant
son-of-a-bitch! ” In a flash, her hand snaked up to slap the smug
look from his face, but his reflexes were faster, catching her wrist in midair.
She tried to yank her hand back as she yelled, “ Let me go! ”
    “No, we’re going to
finish this.”
    “ The hell we will .” She balled up her fist on the other hand and
took a swing and him. He dodged that blow too and pinned both hands over her
head. She squealed in frustration, then narrowed her
eyes, panting with her struggles. “Just wait until I get loose.”
    His smile broadened. “A
little hellcat—mmm, I love your spirit. You’ll make an excellent warrior—and
lover.”
    “ Lover! ” she spat. “Fuck you! I wouldn’t sleep with you now if you
were the last man on earth.”
    Undaunted, he pulled
her sweater up over her head and past her hands before she even realized he had
loosened his grip. He cupped her breast, running his thumb across her nipple peeking
through the lace, then rolled the marbled bud between his fingers. “The thought
of sleeping hadn’t crossed my mind.”
    She stomped her foot
and tried to pull her hands free. “Stop that.”
    He smirked, ignoring
her command as his nimble fingers popped the front clasp, and her heavy breasts
swung free of the lacy fabric. His eyes now focused on her exposed skin, and against
her will the rosy peaks puckered under his gaze. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve
desired to taste you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He pulled her to him,
pressing her body against his hard erection. Then he nuzzled her neck, inhaling
her scent. “Ambrosia—your scent is intoxicating. It’s an alluring mixture of
your arousal and….” He rubbed his cheek against hers, inhaling again. “And—innocence…a
virgin.”
    Her heart hammered in
her chest. He knows . She renewed her
struggles, now suddenly afraid. She didn’t fear the loss of her innocence, it was the fear of losing herself. Her body was
no longer her own. It now craved his touch. She wanted more and hated herself for it.
    “Please…don’t,” she
said, but her resolve sounded weak even to her own ears. Unable to move, she
watched with morbid fascination as he knelt down, lowered his head, and drew the
aching peak between his lips and suckled. She threw back her head and licked
her lips as sharp waves of pleasure spread throughout her body, leaving her writhing
beneath his skilled mouth.
    Sherry was so wrapped
up in feeling that she didn’t notice when he had let go of her arms. She was
now holding on to the back of his head, cupping her breast with the other hand and
feeding it to him. She felt him run his hands down her hips and smoothly slide
her skirt and panties down her legs. She shivered as his lips now traveled
across her abs, and the sharp pangs of need throbbed to new heights.