His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date: Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“Shall we start our run?” Angelica started up her chosen machine, and hopped on the moving conveyor that she set at a medium gait walk. I detoured over to the controls behind the reception desk, and turned on the piped music, before I joined her.

“Can’t do it without a good beat.” Michael Jackson’s voice started filling the floor with The Way You Make Me Feel while I started my own treadmill, and increased the pace to a slow jog.

“You like the King of Pop?” I used the well-used nick-name for Michael Jackson, instead of his name.

“Whacko Jacko? Yeah. I like the King’s music, too.” No-one can dispute who the king was.

“Elvis?” I increased my treadmill to a faster paced jog, allowing my surprise to be heard in my voice, while I asked Angelica if she meant that king.

“Yes, of course, Elvis. Who else is the king? If you take a look at all the songs on my iPod, you might be surprised what you find on there.” I might just have to take a look, and see what she’s into.

Before long, both of us were running at a steady gait, enough to elevate our pulses, and blood flow, and increase our blood pressure, heating, and reddening our faces.

It wasn’t long before I felt a trickle of sweat slowly roll down the side of my face, and looking over at Angelica’s face, I saw she was dripping just as much.

On her, it looked so arousing. The sweat trickled down, and left a faint path in its wake down the side of her throat, and slowly down the swell of her breast, before it was swallowed up, and absorbed by the material of her top the second it came into contact. I so wanted to go over, and run my tongue along that shining trail. My tongue licked my lips in arousal at the thought.

Watching Angelica run, I saw the sweat darkening the front of her top between her heaving breasts, and at the back between her shoulder blades. While her reddened face heated even more, tendrils of the locks that escaped the braid down her back stuck to her forehead, and glued themselves around her neck, held in place by the amount of perspiration now running in rivulets down the side of her throat.

I watched the sweet rivers of sweat running down, and disappearing in the valley between the rounded globes of her breasts. Those tender plump globes wobbled tantalizingly with each step of Angelica’s foot, even with her supportive sports bra.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and my thoughts began to wander considerably, until I was sure I could see her strung up in my room at Seduction. Fuck. With a shake of my head, I refocused. Damn it. Seduction has been popping up in the forefront of my mind for a few days now. I have to keep it banished to the back of my mind for a while longer. Angelica is nowhere near ready for that yet.

“What?” Angelica questioned me breathlessly, furrowing her brows. All I did was smirk back at her. “Levi...,” she warned me breathlessly, “you can get that look off your face.” She may have sounded breathless while she spoke without breaking stride on the treadmill, but she was smiling. I took that as a sign of encouragement to continue.

“Oh, come on, Baby. Right now my tongue is salivating at the thought of following the path of that bead of sweat running down the side of your throat…” I couldn’t finish when my own throat started constricting, while I imagined doing just that. I swallowed harshly, while Angelica slowed her treadmill. She wasn't making it any easier seducing me with those bedroom eyes of hers, either.

“Angelica...,” I issued her with a warning of my own. She responded by slowing her machine down even further, and looking up at me through those long lashes framing those beautiful emerald irises of hers, while her tongue made a slow, and seductive journey across her top lip.

Angelica smiled slowly when she heard the carnal growl coming from deep in the back of my throat. I grabbed the rails on either side, and placed my feet apart enough to catch the very edge of the treadmill, and turned it off.

“Come with me,” I crooked my finger at her, and walked backwards, watching her turn her machine off as I enticed her to follow me down a dimly lit hallway behind me.

“Why do I have a sneaky suspicion that I’m being led to my last supper?” I made a grab for Angelica’s hand, and pulled her along faster. She was still panting heavily from her work out on the treadmill, and used her tongue to lick off the beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip, while I drew her to my chest.

I landed, back hard, against the brick wall. She sagged against me, and gave into the pressure of my mouth, parting her lips to allow my tongue access to the wondrous depths of her taste. She began to half-heartedly push against me.

“Levi,” she twisted her head to give her lips enough room to move, while she spoke. “I’m all sweaty.”

“Let’s get sweatier,” I suggested, and held her tighter. Angelica tried a token wriggle, trying to get out of my grip, while I smiled suggestively.

“I really need a shower!”

“You’re probably going to need a few before the night is done.” She giggled, and wriggled in earnest now.

“Levi, come on, I really need a shower.” With an exaggerated sigh, I let my grip relax, and let her get out of my hold. I caught her hand up, and led her down to the showers.

While Angelica stripped out of the skins she was wearing, I adjusted the temperature on the flowing water, and stood in awe. I watched each piece of clothing come off so enticingly, revealing more, and more of her perfectly honeyed skin, until she stood before me without a stitch of clothing left on.

My cock, which was now freed from the restrictions of the material of my boxers, sprang up to attention, bobbing, and throbbing like a bitch. The green of her irises darkened with desire, while her gaze raked slowly over my length, a slow smile broadening her lips. I backed into the shower cubicle, and held my hand stretched out.

“Want to join me?” I drawled, and raised an eyebrow, earning another giggle as she stepped in, and was surrounded by the warm spray of water.

She stepped underneath, the water cascading down her long rope of hair, still tied up, and tethered with what looked like industrial strength chord at the end. I pulled the offending hair accessory from the hold it had on the braid down Angelica’s back. I started unravelling, and loosening it, spreading her hair to eventually cover the whole of her back, and running the fingers of both hands through her entire head of hair to loosen all the strands after being so tightly wrapped together.

Pumping the shower gel in one hand, I grabbed the sea sponge in the other. Rubbing the sponge foamed it up, and I used it to glide across her skin, washing away the salty perspiration that glistened all over her from her run on the treadmill, replacing it with the flowery aroma of the frangipani shower gel.

“Mmm---that smells so good,” Angelica murmured with pleasure. I leisurely ran the sea sponge along the top of her shoulders, and down her arms, leaving a trail of various sized bubbles slowly sliding down her skin in the wake of the sponge’s path. The palm of my hand slid graciously over her skin, thanks to the slipperiness of the gel. Slowly, slowly, up, and down her arm, over, and over, until I felt the tiny, fine little hairs on her arm prickle, and her skin became goosy beneath my touch.

I closed my eyes, and gripped her upper arms, gently pulling her chest to lean against me. My heart unexpectedly swelled to the point I felt it was going to burst inside my chest, and I breathed deeply, inhaling her wonderful scent, sweeter than the frangipani, and so distinctly Angelica. I groaned, tilting my head back, until I felt the hard tiles on the back of my skull to soak in the intoxicating, heady scent of her.

The sea sponge in my right hand continued to absently rub along the skin on her back, underneath her hair, while I kept my eyes closed-- my hands painting a mental picture in my head of what I was feeling beneath my palm.

The tender, soft curves of her breasts, the hardness, and length of her puckered nipples, the roughness of her skin when it prickled with goose bumps again, and the small catch in her breath as my finger probed, and slid through her swollen lips. With my eyes still closed, I leaned down placing my lips beside her ear.

“You smell so good, I want to eat you,” I whispered hoarsely, the need I felt evident in my voice.

The small moan that accompanied my name falling from Angelica’s lips was the last straw. I wasn’t waiting another second. My eyes flew open, and I pulled her under the streams of water, rinsing away all the shower gel coating her skin down to the tiled floor, bubbles swirling around our feet, before I pushed her back up against the wall tiles, and dropped to my knees in front of her.

I vaguely remember hearing Angelica’s shocked gasp when I shoved my hand between her legs, and pulled roughly on her tense thigh, spreading her open. Her addictive scent reached my nose, and overwhelmed every other thought that was lurking inside my head. My entire concentration was centered on opening her up, and sliding my tongue through her creamy juices.

My mouth filled with her sweet ambrosia as I thrust in again, and again with my tongue, wanting more, and more of her unique taste. I stretched her swelling lips, until I revealed her hard little clit, and it thrust out from its protective hood. Angelica’s legs buckled when I sucked her clit in my mouth, flicking the hard little nub with the end of my tongue, while I pinned her hips to the wall trying to hold her up.

“Levi…” Angelica breathlessly pleaded with me as her legs buckled one more time. I eased the pressure off her hips, letting her slide slowly down to the tiled floor. Lowering my lips, I whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to take you hard, and fast...” I didn’t get to finish.

“Oh yessss---I want hard, and fast!” she whispered back, encouraging me. It was all the encouragement I needed. Within seconds, Angelica was on her back on the tiles, legs opened in invitation. I positioned myself between her heated thighs, taking a firm hold of my hardened shaft, rubbing my swollen head up, and down through her slippery channel.

With a groan, I couldn’t hold out, and with one thrust, I buried my cock balls deep inside her juicy, tight little cunt. I covered her lips with mine, and swallowed her gasp of surprise at the sudden intrusion, licking the length of her warm tongue in unison with the thrust of my hips. Breaking the seal of our lips briefly, I felt the need to remind her.

“Angelica,” I breathed her name softly along the side of her neck, while my back was being pelted with warm jets of water, “hard, and fast,” I repeated.

Her rapid breathing matched mine when she looked up at me with those soulful eyes, nodding.

“Levi---take me.” Her lids were closing, locking away those beautiful, deep green irises.

“Angelica---open your eyes. Let me see you.”

Her eyelids fluttered opened, and I thrust, deep, fast, and hard, just like I warned her. I needed a quick release, and I knew the first wasn’t too far away. Once I took the edge off, I can spend the time needed to tease her gorgeous body into submission. But right now, I wanted to stake my claim, mark my territory in the basest of ways. Defile her, and leave my scent on her to warn away all others who may be attracted to her.

It was that thought that tipped me over the edge, marking her as belonging to me, while I spilled my seed deep inside her tight, warm cunt.

“Don’t stop---please, don’t stop,” Angelica moaned. I thrust harder against her, and I felt the ripples of convulsions as she, too, succumbed to the tantalizing allure of an orgasm, the walls of her hot, wet little channel clenching, and milking my cock of every last drop I had to give her.

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