survive? To eat?" she asked.
Alexi looked surprised by her vehement question. "No," he whispered huskily. "I have nothing against this--any of this. In truth I prefer a woman who is not afraid to use her body for pleasure. And at the moment I prefer you above everyone else. Come to me, Angel."
Thrilled by his ardent declaration, Angela wasn't afraid to use her body for pleasure as long as it was Devil doing the pleasuring. Oh, yes, she wanted to tell him over and over again, she needed to feel those wonderful sensations he had summoned from her body weeks ago.
"You have no use for virgins then..." Her breath fanned his lips. All the while she wondered what he thought of her.
She didn't want him to wait. Tension ripped her insides to shreds. He trailed his finger just above the bodice of her gown. She loved the contrast between the dark bronze of his skin set against the whiteness of her own. She thought he might dip his finger into the valley between her breasts. She needed him to touch her, to soothe the vibrant need rising within her.
If he asked, she would go anywhere with him, allow him anything he wanted. If he would only ask.
He was less than an inch away. She strained against him, silently urging him closer, but it seemed to Angela he wanted to prolong the inevitable. He wanted to control their lovemaking.
She wanted fulfillment.
"I do not want anything to do with virgins." He paused in reflection. "Although I will be duty-bound to marry one."
Frustration pierced her heart then fear. "You wouldn't marry someone who wasn't innocent?" she asked, unsure of herself and what she should tell him.
"Your words, sweetheart, not mine. I would never belittle a beautiful woman who gave herself to me in passion, but I would not wed her."
Confusion ran rampant in her mind. "Even if you loved her beyond anything imaginable?"
"Love is for fools and fairy tales."
She moistened her lips and swallowed, her eyes languidly following the path of his fingers as he inched closer to her breasts. His statements regarding virgins and wives vanished from her mind, replaced by the searing heat of his hands as they explored and tempted her from the path of virtue. When this man touched her, she could not think.
"But then..." She wanted to know more.
"Curiosity? I admire that in a woman; it shows a deep-seated intelligence. I would find a place in my heart for her as my mistress, and I would lavish her with her heart's desire."
His words and their meaning swept through her. The mistress of his heart, yes, she thought. She would be the mistress of his heart, his soul mate.
"I would hope, my angel, I would be her heart's desire, too. Would I?"
She melted against him, her knees weak with pleasure, her spirits soaring higher than the clouds. Yet she recovered enough to realize she needed a small measure of sanity to deal with him. She must regain a few seconds of control or else he would surely have her behaving just as he wished.
"You're arrogant," she breathed softly.
"In the Popov men, arrogance is inbred. A most annoying habit if I do say so myself. If you like, I can try not to show that very infuriating side of my personality, but I will make no promises. There are some traits a man cannot hide no matter how hard he tries."
She could not think, could barely breathe. He pulled away from her and stared at her. Almost reverently he lowered her bodice, her breast now free of restraint and brushing against his callused fingertips. Second thoughts swept through her. Unsure of her feelings for Devil yet still driven by the heat of his touch, she thought to cover herself. He held her hands.
His dark brown eyes were wide with desire, his muscles flexing beneath her fingers. In the shadows of the dimly lit room, he looked dark and powerful, a warlord from ancient days, large and incomparable.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
She nodded her head,
Alexi looked surprised by her vehement question. "No," he whispered huskily. "I have nothing against this--any of this. In truth I prefer a woman who is not afraid to use her body for pleasure. And at the moment I prefer you above everyone else. Come to me, Angel."
Thrilled by his ardent declaration, Angela wasn't afraid to use her body for pleasure as long as it was Devil doing the pleasuring. Oh, yes, she wanted to tell him over and over again, she needed to feel those wonderful sensations he had summoned from her body weeks ago.
"You have no use for virgins then..." Her breath fanned his lips. All the while she wondered what he thought of her.
She didn't want him to wait. Tension ripped her insides to shreds. He trailed his finger just above the bodice of her gown. She loved the contrast between the dark bronze of his skin set against the whiteness of her own. She thought he might dip his finger into the valley between her breasts. She needed him to touch her, to soothe the vibrant need rising within her.
If he asked, she would go anywhere with him, allow him anything he wanted. If he would only ask.
He was less than an inch away. She strained against him, silently urging him closer, but it seemed to Angela he wanted to prolong the inevitable. He wanted to control their lovemaking.
She wanted fulfillment.
"I do not want anything to do with virgins." He paused in reflection. "Although I will be duty-bound to marry one."
Frustration pierced her heart then fear. "You wouldn't marry someone who wasn't innocent?" she asked, unsure of herself and what she should tell him.
"Your words, sweetheart, not mine. I would never belittle a beautiful woman who gave herself to me in passion, but I would not wed her."
Confusion ran rampant in her mind. "Even if you loved her beyond anything imaginable?"
"Love is for fools and fairy tales."
She moistened her lips and swallowed, her eyes languidly following the path of his fingers as he inched closer to her breasts. His statements regarding virgins and wives vanished from her mind, replaced by the searing heat of his hands as they explored and tempted her from the path of virtue. When this man touched her, she could not think.
"But then..." She wanted to know more.
"Curiosity? I admire that in a woman; it shows a deep-seated intelligence. I would find a place in my heart for her as my mistress, and I would lavish her with her heart's desire."
His words and their meaning swept through her. The mistress of his heart, yes, she thought. She would be the mistress of his heart, his soul mate.
"I would hope, my angel, I would be her heart's desire, too. Would I?"
She melted against him, her knees weak with pleasure, her spirits soaring higher than the clouds. Yet she recovered enough to realize she needed a small measure of sanity to deal with him. She must regain a few seconds of control or else he would surely have her behaving just as he wished.
"You're arrogant," she breathed softly.
"In the Popov men, arrogance is inbred. A most annoying habit if I do say so myself. If you like, I can try not to show that very infuriating side of my personality, but I will make no promises. There are some traits a man cannot hide no matter how hard he tries."
She could not think, could barely breathe. He pulled away from her and stared at her. Almost reverently he lowered her bodice, her breast now free of restraint and brushing against his callused fingertips. Second thoughts swept through her. Unsure of her feelings for Devil yet still driven by the heat of his touch, she thought to cover herself. He held her hands.
His dark brown eyes were wide with desire, his muscles flexing beneath her fingers. In the shadows of the dimly lit room, he looked dark and powerful, a warlord from ancient days, large and incomparable.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
She nodded her head,
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