Free Tempt the Devil by Anna Campbell

a throat too tight for words.
    Delicately, she licked the head. He shuddered at the calculated flick of her tongue. He was so close to coming. So close…
    â€œTake me in your mouth.” He didn’t recognize the guttural voice as his.
    She licked across the tip again. He surged up, fisting his hands in the sheets so he didn’t grab her and make her do what he wanted. He couldn’t risk stopping her now. It would destroy him.
    â€œTake me, Olivia,” he begged, and didn’t care that his pride was dust. He only cared that she pushed this pleasure to its limit before she finished.
    One last teasing foray with her tongue. Then abruptly she relented and surrounded him again with her sublime dark heat. He lost his last connection to any reality but her mouth and his blazing need.
    With a broken cry he bowed up and gave himself to her.
    For a long time he knew nothing but fiery release. She had him so desperate, so heavy, so ready, he flooded her mouth in an endless river.
    On and on and on. Forever.
    By the time he finished, he felt wrung out, empty, exhausted. She’d leeched away his last drop of vitality. Only a husk remained. He’d never had such a climax from a woman using her mouth.
    He’d never had such a climax.
    Inch by tormenting inch, she slid her lips off him, making him feel every clinging moment of withdrawal.
    He sank back onto the mattress, gasping for air. Each tattered breath seemed more than his exhausted body could manage. His brain had ceased to function. There was only animal satiation.
    Somewhere in those extraordinary seconds, he’d left the world far behind. He’d flown to a heaven of a thousand suns. He’d heard angels sing hallelujahs of unearthly praise.
    No, perhaps not angels. There was too much of the Devil in her seduction. But the sin was glorious. He’d gladly face hellfire itself if she’d do it again.
    When she looked up at him, a slow, victorious smile curved a mouth red and swollen from what she’d just done. She licked her lips as if savoring the last trace of his seed. A fierce need to have her take him again settled low in Erith’s gut. An even fiercer need to possess her with his body.
    She was his. From her tawny hair to her clever, hot mouth to her pale, elegant toes. He wasn’t letting her go tonight. Or any time soon, damn it.
    She shook her hair behind her shoulders in a movement that wordlessly conveyed her triumph.
    Yes, she’d won the encounter.
    So had he. She was still here.
    The room was silent apart from the rattle of his breath. Outside a horse neighed as a carriage passed. Strange to think the real world continued on its way yet his life had totally changed.
    New knowledge swam in the topaz eyes that studied him. As if having tasted him so completely, she’d claimed his soul.
    For God’s sake, Erith, stop this . Souls have no place in this transaction. And even if they have, you lost yours years ago.
    â€œAll right, you’ve impressed me,” he drawled, although it nearly killed him to pretend nonchalance. Good Lord, it nearly killed him to find energy to speak.
    â€œI’ve convinced you to allow me my sway?” With a grace that made his heart stutter, she crossed her legs and settled at the base of the mattress. She was brazen. Or would have been if her easy nakedness hadn’t seemed so natural.
    With a muttered curse, he lunged off the bed and picked up his shirt. “Here, put this on,” he snapped, flinging it at her.
    She caught the shirt then stared at him as if he were mad. He probably was. He’d certainly never started a liaison like this. He had a sudden nostalgia for sweet, uncomplicated Gretchen. Except he’d been bored with Gretchen long before he finished with her.
    â€œWill you put on the bloody shirt?” His voice was strangled.
    Her mouth quirked, drawing his attention to the mole near its corner. He resisted the urge to tell her to put that