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her fingers closing around his arms.
"You haven't chosen a partner for tonight?'' he asked softly, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me your name, sweet, sweet angel."
She swallowed once before she said, "Angela."
"Angela what?" he asked, a smile on his lips, his eyes twinkling with approval.
"Just Angela..." She didn't want to ruin this moment. To tell him her last name might change their lives forever. She could well imagine what he'd do if he discovered her surname. He was seducing a Chamberlain. Only a man with a death wish would carry on so. And she did want to be seduced by Devil.
Her father would never find out, she decided.
"Do you have a partner for this evening?" he asked again. "If you do, I want you to tell him that you've chosen another. I don't want you with any other man. Where is your room?" he asked, low and hushed.
Sudden clarity hit her, and with it a realization of what she was about to do. Indecision overwhelmed her. "I can't," she said, alarmed by the prospect of giving herself to this man, yet wanting to surrender completely.
Her fingers were clenched tightly around his arms, and she was determined to hold him off until she was ready. The heat of embarrassment rose from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Even while she wallowed in denial, she knew he could persuade her to share his bed. That was, after all, what she wanted. Wasn't it?
She was unsure of herself, wanting him desperately one minute, afraid to make the commitment the next. She didn't know why she'd said no.
"You have time before the festivities..." he murmured, the sentence rife with meaning. "For me. Give yourself over to my hands, Angel. Kiss me."
"No, please," Angela breathed, but the no was so soft, she didn't believe it herself. Her please was more a plea than a refusal. And he thought she was a practiced whore, well versed in the subtle game of love. Lottie had told her that lovemaking withheld for a short time could sometimes be more gratifying, but that wasn't her intent. Now that the time was here she was deathly afraid.
Alexi, his smile having vanished with the words / can't, reached for her. She didn't move, only watched his arms come out to touch her. His hands gently closed on her shoulders, and she shuddered helplessly in a quiet alcove surrounded by raucous celebration. Their breathing seemed to be part of the music and the laughter, her heart pounding with the tempo.
With intoxicating deliberation he drew her near. The scent of danger mingled with the fragrance of unleashed power permeating Alexi's clothes as the distance between them closed, her body unresisting beneath his hands, her face unconsciously lifting for his kiss.
"Yes," he said, and touched her lips. "Say yes and I'll be a man well satisfied."
The softness of his voice robbed her of conscious thought. When she was with him, she couldn't think. When he touched her, she melted.
It was a chaste, butterfly-light kiss for only one scant moment then Angela stroked his shoulders, her caresses becoming increasingly bold. His hands slid down to her hips, and he pulled her fiercely close. Unrepentantly, she ignored her better judgment, intent on tasting the hot boldness of his mouth, welcoming the thorough invasion of his tongue between her parted lips.
Angela lost herself in his strength and power, moving against his body in a sensual dance until every part of her melted into his hard-muscled frame. Only short seconds later, in an agitated state, his mouth lifted from hers abruptly, as though his patience had a measurable limit that had just expired.
"Where?" he asked, his voice curt and urgent, his mouth drifting languidly across her collarbone. "Where can we go?"
Startled by the potency of his touch, she cried out softly.
Her cry joined another. "Angela... where have you gotten to? I've been waiting forever. Angela!"
Devil stopped suddenly, as if she'd
"You haven't chosen a partner for tonight?'' he asked softly, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me your name, sweet, sweet angel."
She swallowed once before she said, "Angela."
"Angela what?" he asked, a smile on his lips, his eyes twinkling with approval.
"Just Angela..." She didn't want to ruin this moment. To tell him her last name might change their lives forever. She could well imagine what he'd do if he discovered her surname. He was seducing a Chamberlain. Only a man with a death wish would carry on so. And she did want to be seduced by Devil.
Her father would never find out, she decided.
"Do you have a partner for this evening?" he asked again. "If you do, I want you to tell him that you've chosen another. I don't want you with any other man. Where is your room?" he asked, low and hushed.
Sudden clarity hit her, and with it a realization of what she was about to do. Indecision overwhelmed her. "I can't," she said, alarmed by the prospect of giving herself to this man, yet wanting to surrender completely.
Her fingers were clenched tightly around his arms, and she was determined to hold him off until she was ready. The heat of embarrassment rose from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Even while she wallowed in denial, she knew he could persuade her to share his bed. That was, after all, what she wanted. Wasn't it?
She was unsure of herself, wanting him desperately one minute, afraid to make the commitment the next. She didn't know why she'd said no.
"You have time before the festivities..." he murmured, the sentence rife with meaning. "For me. Give yourself over to my hands, Angel. Kiss me."
"No, please," Angela breathed, but the no was so soft, she didn't believe it herself. Her please was more a plea than a refusal. And he thought she was a practiced whore, well versed in the subtle game of love. Lottie had told her that lovemaking withheld for a short time could sometimes be more gratifying, but that wasn't her intent. Now that the time was here she was deathly afraid.
Alexi, his smile having vanished with the words / can't, reached for her. She didn't move, only watched his arms come out to touch her. His hands gently closed on her shoulders, and she shuddered helplessly in a quiet alcove surrounded by raucous celebration. Their breathing seemed to be part of the music and the laughter, her heart pounding with the tempo.
With intoxicating deliberation he drew her near. The scent of danger mingled with the fragrance of unleashed power permeating Alexi's clothes as the distance between them closed, her body unresisting beneath his hands, her face unconsciously lifting for his kiss.
"Yes," he said, and touched her lips. "Say yes and I'll be a man well satisfied."
The softness of his voice robbed her of conscious thought. When she was with him, she couldn't think. When he touched her, she melted.
It was a chaste, butterfly-light kiss for only one scant moment then Angela stroked his shoulders, her caresses becoming increasingly bold. His hands slid down to her hips, and he pulled her fiercely close. Unrepentantly, she ignored her better judgment, intent on tasting the hot boldness of his mouth, welcoming the thorough invasion of his tongue between her parted lips.
Angela lost herself in his strength and power, moving against his body in a sensual dance until every part of her melted into his hard-muscled frame. Only short seconds later, in an agitated state, his mouth lifted from hers abruptly, as though his patience had a measurable limit that had just expired.
"Where?" he asked, his voice curt and urgent, his mouth drifting languidly across her collarbone. "Where can we go?"
Startled by the potency of his touch, she cried out softly.
Her cry joined another. "Angela... where have you gotten to? I've been waiting forever. Angela!"
Devil stopped suddenly, as if she'd
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