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

Entwining
her fingers in his hair, she moaned. “Please…don’t…stop.”
    He looked up into her
eyes, staring intensely. His were dark and smoldering, then he grinned and stood.
    Her mouth dropped open. No not again , then she panicked. She
frowned, shaking her head frantically. “Don’t you dare stop. ”
    He chuckled, sweeping
her off her feet and crushing her against his chest as he walked toward the bed.
“No matter how tempting it is to pin that luscious body of yours up against
that wall, bury my cock deep within your liquid heat, and have my fill, I’m not
that selfish.”
    Sherry’s frown
intensified as she squirmed in his arms to get away. “Put me down and stop
toying with me.”
    He kissed the tip of
her nose and tightened his grip. “I’m not toying with you.”
    “Drake, so help me….”
She huffed out a long breath of exasperation. “Just put me down so that I can
go take a cold shower and get dressed.” She looked away to avoid his eyes and
lowered her voice. “I think I’ve suffered enough humiliation for one day. I’d
like to forget about you and this day ever happening.”
    “Love, look at me.”
    She refused to look at
him. “Just let me go…please.”
    She squealed in
surprise as he tossed her onto the bed. He untucked his shirt then pulled it up
over his head. Sherry’s eyes rounded as he exposed his massive muscular chest
and rock hard abs. Her gaze dropped to the bulge straining his leather pants.
    ***
    He had never dealt with
a reluctant woman before, one that turned hot and cold within a second. When he
tossed her on the bed he had every intention of ravaging her, by force if
necessary. He was tired of the games. But he saw her eyes darken and her
nipples pebble as she stared at his crotch; there was something erotic about
that, so he decided to take another tactic and purposefully slowed his
movements. After toeing off his boots, he slipped his pants half way down his
hips, freeing his cock and fisting it with slow deliberate stokes.
    ***
    She sat up and licked
her lips, her eyes focused on his every movement. Her heart hammered in her
chest. My God , she thought, he’s perfect. This can’t be real; I must be
dreaming or still back in that coffin in the mausoleum having dark fantasies. She reached out her hand to touch, but thought better of it and pulled it back.
But his hand grabbed hers and guided her fingers to the hot silky flesh.
    He placed his hand over
hers—guiding her movements—showing her how to please him. He was relieved when
he let go to remove his pants that she kept up on her own, growing bolder as he
lengthened and grew harder in her hands. He clenched his teeth together as his
cock twitched, pre-cum seeping from the engorged head. “I won’t last long if
you keep that up, love.” He placed both hands over hers to stop her movements.
“When I come I want to be buried deep in your tight sheath with it pulsating
around my cock, milking me in the throes of your own pleasure. But….” She shivered, then raised her gaze to his. “I want to pleasure you
first.” She bit her bottom lip. “I want to hear you scream out my name when you
come for the first time, and I’ll make sure you come many times before I’ll
even consider letting you out of this bed.”
    She just nodded, afraid
to say anything in fear that this fantasy would shatter. She was thoroughly
convinced that her mind was indeed fabricating this. Things like this just
didn’t happen to her.

Chapter Eleven

 
    Drake knelt on the bed
over her and covered her mouth with his. He slipped his tongue between her
parted lips as he eased her down onto the mattress and he lay down beside her.
His tongue stroked hers as his hands caressed and explored her body.
    Her legs parted as his
hand slipped between them. She was wet and ached for his touch.
    She whimpered when he
broke the kiss and rose above her. He briefly watched her expression change to
wonder, then lust, as he plunged his fingers deep