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 ...

“Angelica---are you alright?” Levi’s silky caress of my name snapped me out of my fantasy land. He nodded at the glass still held between both our hands. “Can I have my drink, now?” He looked steadily down at me, and raised one brow in question. I immediately let go of his glass. I was lost in my daydreams of him for so long, I hadn’t realized I was still holding on to it. A flood of heat rushed through my body again, but this time it was to inflame both my cheeks, and I felt them getting hotter, and hotter with embarrassment. “You okay?” I had to swallow first and moisten my throat, before the words would come out.

“Yep,” I nodded to emphasize my point, “I’m good.” I tried to ignore the sexy grin on his lips. But in the end I folded, and came clean with him. “I can’t be so close to you,” I whispered loud enough for him to hear me.

“Why not?” he whispered equally as loudly, while he swirled his glass around in a casually small circular motion, causing the amber liquid inside the glass to form its own little whirlpool as it spun. I looked up, and surprised him---and myself, for that matter---by being completely honest.

“Because---all I think about when you’re so close to me---is how I’m going to beg you to fuck me.” His hand stilled, and his intensely black eyes focused all his attention on holding my gaze captive. His lips curled up in a lascivious grin, and he leaned in to place his lips softly against the outside shell of my ear.

“Kneel before me, and there is no army on this earth strong enough to keep me from fucking you senseless---my way.” I thought my heart was going to give out. I’m absolutely sure it stopped for at least three whole beats, before it started thudding so hard against my ribs, I knew I was going to end up with internal bruising.

Kneel? My limited experience in my short amount of time with Nathan sprung to the forefront of my mind. Fear began to manifest in my chest, and my throat began contracting, making it harder for me to breathe.

I put my hands on his hips to steady my suddenly shaking legs. Levi pulled back, and looked down at me with concern. Raising one hand, he traced his thumb around the edge of my jaw, before slipping his fingers beneath my chin to lift my face so I was meeting him in the eye.

“Angelica---breathe---I will not demand you kneel---I will earn your trust before that happens.” Earn it---before it happens? Is it inevitable?

My head was spinning, and I couldn’t help comparing Levi with Nathan. But, how can I compare them with Levi contradicting everything Nathan had ever done? My trust was never earned by Nathan. It was demanded—expected. Yet Levi just declared he’ll earn it---that he will not demand it from me.

Logically, there didn’t seem to be any comparison between the two of them what-so-ever, but emotionally, the word Dominant swirled around inside my head, and inflamed the fear inside me to grow. My only involvement with any of that world was laced with pain, and my body involuntarily shuddered in remembrance.

Levi’s fingers tightened on my chin in a silent demand, urging my thoughts, and my eyes to return to look him in the eye.

“Hey---where’s the sexually-depraved little sex kitten that was here just moments ago? I want her to return.” He lifted his brows in quick succession, suggestively, and playfully, which earned a small smile from me in return, despite the gnawing fear.

He placed his glass down on the kitchen bench, and hauled me in for a reassuring hug. I closed my eyes, and pressed my cheek against his hardened chest, breathing in his heady scent, while his arms tightened around me.

I felt safe in his arms---and safe in the knowledge he was a man of his word. I knew there was no room for fear when I was encompassed in his strong embrace. He held me tight, and I slowly felt the residual fear subside, and dissipate. I felt the pressure of his embrace loosen slightly when he reached one arm out to pick up his drink, before I felt it return.

Within minutes, the throbbing ache between my legs reappeared---and began building with renewed vengeance. Without conscious thought, my cheek began rubbing gently over his rippling pectoral muscle, like a cat winding affectionately through a pair of legs, and purring with expected gratification.

It wasn’t until Levi’s chest rumbled, and bumped my head with a deep chuckle, I realized I must have moaned---purring with my own contentment. I felt his hand wind through the back of my head, tugging gently on a fist full of my hair to force my face up.

“There’s my little sex-kitten.” The restrained passion I saw in the heated depths of his darkened eyes was an addictive aphrodisiac, and I felt an urgent contraction feather sweetly down through my inner channel.

I grasped his hips, and started pushing him backwards in the direction of the hallway that led down to my bedroom, while moistened heat increased with every step in the lacy black panties I was wearing beneath my jeans.

The dead-sexy grin on his lips tormented me every time I looked up at his handsome face, and with a moan of surrender, I acknowledged it also seemed to have a direct link straight down to my needy, pulsating core. The heat between my legs intensified at break-neck speed, snaking out, and enveloping my soft folds with a wonton lust powerful enough to provoke a surge of awakening to pulse hungrily through my clit.

I closed my eyes briefly, taking a large breath to steady the climbing anticipation. When I opened them again, the corners of his eyes were crinkled with amusement. We were at the hallway opening, and I thought it rude not to say anything to Toni, and Chase.

“Goodnight,” I called out over my shoulder without looking in their direction, while I continued to push Levi around the corner of the wall. I heard the fading startled protests coming from Toni, and Chase, but ignored them. Levi grabbed my hand, and pulled me the length of the hallway, and when we reached my bedroom door, he slammed it shut behind us.

I was breathing as heavily as if I just completed running a marathon. My skin prickled expectantly with rising anticipation of feeling his molten heat sliding up inside me.

“Naked---now!” My fingers flew to the bottom button of my blouse, my thumb automatically flicking the buttons back through their buttonhole to separate the two sides all the way up, and a shiver of arousal rippled through my body at the tone of his voice. Sharp. Demanding. Those eyes. Like they were about to bore a hole straight through into my heart, and soul. His gaze was intense.

Fuck, he’s hot. I stripped out of my clothes in record time, casting them aside in a pile on the floor where I threw them in my haste to remove them, while Levi disposed of his drink, placing it on the long set of drawers behind him.

Not once did his gaze leave my body as each item was removed, and he now stood directly in front of me---and was still fully dressed. That’s not fair.

“Levi…,” I frowned, and he put his finger over my lips to silence me.

“Shh.” He dragged his finger slowly down over my bottom lip, dragging my lip with it, until it sprung back up after his finger dropped away, and trailed down over my chin. Then with the tip of one finger, he teased down the length of my throat, encouraging goose bumps to rise over my skin, until it dipped into the hollow at the base, and disappeared altogether. With an even, but quiet tone, while holding my entire attention with the intensity of his fixed gaze, he issued a precise command.

“Stand on the side---put your arms up, and hold onto the top of the canopy.” I looked up in hesitation, not knowing if I was going to reach, or even if I wanted to. But my arms took on a mind of their own, deciding for me, and following his direction, so I delicately stepped up on the side ledge of the four post bed.

I was surprised to find I was able to reach---quite comfortably. I waited with bated breath, anxiously waiting to see if he was going to give me another direction to follow, while I silently, but ashamedly confessed to myself, that I wanted one.

What in the hell is wrong with me? Do I want this? Do I want a repeat of Nathan? I looked down with the intention of voicing my questionable, and conflicting thoughts, but I didn‘t get the chance to say anything. Levi stepped right up to within inches of my face.

“Do not let go, Angelica.” The authoritarian command, coupled with the intense look in his eyes, was unsettling. Oh, my God. This is a mistake---a big mistake. My heart started pumping faster, while I tried to conceal my rising apprehension. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to do it.

Nathan’s face swam hauntingly in front of my eyes for the briefest of seconds, and I gasped in a startled breath, closing my eyes to make a conscious effort to dispel his image from my memory.

I knew this day would come---it just came a whole lot sooner than I ever anticipated. You know what he is, my inner voice chided me. Yeah---I know---I just didn’t want to dwell on it too much. But now it was in my face, and inescapable.

With a shock, it suddenly dawned on me that what he was doing was having a totally unexpected effect on me. Fuck---I’m wet? I felt the smooth silkiness of creamy lubrication between my outer lips when I clenched my thighs together, and I moaned quietly with half closed lids.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Levi slowly loosening the Windsor knot on his deep blue, silk neck tie. When he slid the silky length of the unraveled tie from around the collar of his pale blue business shirt with a quiet hiss, I clenched my thighs in anticipation, thinking he was going to continue to undress.

But he stepped back to within inches of my startled face, with the silk tie stretched out between his hands.

“Trust me,” he uttered softly, searching the depths of my eyes with sincerity. I nodded slightly---just a minimal movement, but he saw it. “Do not let go, Angelica,” he re-iterated seriously.

I curled my fingers painfully around the top lip of the canopy. He brought the tie closer, and laid it over my eyes. After they were covered with the glossy material, he wrapped the remainder of the lengths around my head, and tied it off in a knot that tangled in some of my loose hair. The trapped strands pulled painfully on my scalp.

Taking my sight, and leaving me in the dark, transported me straight back to my time with Nathan, and panic almost consumed me in an oppressive wave. Breathe dammit---he’s nothing like Nathan---safe---you’re safe. I breathed in deeply through my nose, holding it for a few seconds in my lungs, before I slowly exhaled through my mouth.

Levi was sure to notice what I was doing. Fuck. After completing two more of my calming breathing exercises, I was once again able to focus on the here, and now---with Levi---and not dwell in my sadistically painful past.

Despite fighting an imminent panic attack, I was sure I felt moisture on the inside of my upper thighs, and I moved my hips a fraction. Oh, God--- I don’t think I’ve ever felt this fucking excited. I was so confused---and terrified. Afraid of what he was going to do next, and of the way he was making me feel. And my brain was like a befuddled mess trying to make some sort of sense out of why my body was responding the way it was.

Then I jumped slightly at the unexpected feeling of his warm fingers wrapping securely around my left ankle. I took my weight between my right leg, and the top of the canopy, while he slid my foot sideways along the side ledge of the bed, gently, but forcibly spreading my legs.

Every millimeter raised my pulse, and heightened the moisture gathering between my thighs. He repeated the action with my right leg. My legs were spread so wide, the coolness of the air in the room intensified, and focused my thoughts on the building stickiness between my bare folds.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. My heart squeezed tightly inside my chest hearing the admiration in Levi’s dulcet drawl. I felt his electric touch at the base of my neck when he placed his finger on my flesh. I sucked in a shallow gasp, and mentally pictured the image I presented to his eyes, while I reveled in the lightest of touches of his finger trailing down over my chest, straight down between my bared breasts, teasingly sliding down, and around the underside of each heavy globe in turn, in a figure eight across my chest. Down, around, up, over---down, around, up, over---Oh, fuck.

My breasts tingled with anticipation, and I felt my nipples tightening, silently pleading with him to pay them some attention. But their silent pleas went unheeded. His finger was on the move again.

The hollow at the base of my throat was jumping rapidly with every beat of my racing heart. His fingertip continued its maddening journey down to my belly button, and lingered to trace around the edge in an ever widening circle, until his finger brushed erotically over the top edge of my pelvic bone, making my clit pulse with anticipation of his tips next pass.

Even though I was blindfolded with his silky tie, I found myself closing my eyes, while a low moan bubbled up from the depths of my throat, and the small of my back arched, urging his touch lower. Wait---Where’s he gone?

Disappointment swamped through me when I no longer felt his light touch. I sensed his closeness, but he wasn’t touching me anymore. My skin was burning, electrified in the aftermath of his finger, and I knew I was soaking wet.

I strained my ears, listening for anything that might give me a clue to what he was doing, or where exactly he was standing, trying very hard to control my shallow pants, and erratic heartbeat.

A quiet noise came from my left, but I couldn’t work out what the noise was. It was starting to frustrate me when I felt the warmth of his finger return to my skin, sensually gliding up the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

The level of anticipation building through my body sky rocketed with the arousing heat bouncing between my inner thighs, and a startled gasp of air hissed through my teeth when I felt something cold being placed against the heated flesh at the top of my mound.

Trickling sensations flowed lazily down each crease at the top of both of my thighs, and a small trail of wetness roamed through the center of my mound, until it trickled slowly down through my cleft, and over the top of my hardening clit.

Ice cubes? Where in the hell---oh---his drink. It felt weird. But at the same time, it felt fucking erotic. The slow sensual path of the trickle made its way over my skin, on its journey lower, and lower, until it dripped off, and soaked into the cover beneath, arousing me beyond belief.

“Ahhh,” I cried out when the unexpected heat of Levi’s mouth covered my swollen outer lips. His rigid tongue swept through my folds, lapping at my heated crème already gathered in readiness to help him slide up inside me. He flicked the hardened point of his tongue across the tip of my aching clit, and my whole body jerked from the intense bolt of arousal that action prompted, and I helplessly cried out again.

Small pockets of perspiration began forming over my skin, heat emanating over my entire body when he removed his scintillating, and skilled tongue. My nipples were aching points, which instantly puckered even further when they were assaulted with the cold wetness of another ice cube being run across their sensitive tips, before wetly circling slowly around one areola.

Moisture from the melting ice slowly trickled down over the curve of my breast, and dripped enticingly down onto the small rounded section of my belly, just below my belly button.

His firm lips closed over one stiffened peak, suckling on the turgid spire, while his warm tongue circled tantalizingly around the tender crest, as he teased my opposing distended peak with the melting cube. My nipple popped from his mouth, and he turned his attention to its twin, his lips capturing my cooled pulsating tip with more pressure. The heat from his mouth was in stark contrast to the coolness of the ice cube. Fire, and ice. He was driving me completely insane. I just wanted to come.

“Levi,” his name came out as a strangled moan laced with unsated desire. I wanted to beg him to fuck me. I desperately wanted to feel his hard length up inside me, sliding in and out, filling me hard and fast. My fingers were curling painfully around the top lip of the wooden canopy.

“Mmm,” I moaned gutturally with pleasure when I felt his finger slowly slide through my drenched folds, and slip up inside me. When his finger withdrew, he added another, before sliding them both inside my clenching channel. My head rolled back, and my mouth opened with pleasure when he eased his fingers out, and added a third, stretching me wide.

His thumb rolled my burgeoning clit in a circular motion, while he fucked me with his fingers, his fingertips moving erotically along my front wall, stroking that delicious spot high up inside, and coaxing my body to build with an intense arousal, until I couldn’t take any more.

My stomach started clenching. The ache in my clit was unbearably intense. The slurping sounds of my crème coating his fingers echoed through the room with every withdrawal, and insertion, driving my desire to reach for the sky.

My tightened walls clenched greedily around the width of his fingers, sucking them in with shameless abandon, while my juices flowed over the palm of his hand like a fast flowing river.

One large hand secured at the back of my head, his fingers tangling through to powerfully clench a fistful of my hair, and he raised my head. Without warning, his mouth sealed hungrily over my parched lips, swallowing my ragged gasps with devastating effect.

The demanding force of his tongue thrusting through my mouth, dueling so erotically with mine, expertly guided my body to coil tighter, and tighter with fierce intensity. Everything seemed more concentrated---more intense---more aroused---more desired. More. I pleaded in a silent frenzy. I want more. His lips drew away from my mouth, and I heard his rasping breath whispering heatedly in my ear.

“Give in, Angelica---give me what I want.” His mouth possessively reclaimed my lips, his tongue probing sensually, gliding silkily over my tongue, while his fingers pushed higher up inside me.

A crashing, thunderous climax wreaked havoc through my quivering body, an intense feeling so enveloping, and overpowering, I let go of the canopy, and clutched helplessly onto Levi’s shoulders, while I drowned in the pleasure he was giving me. He swallowed my moans of release, while I convulsed, and shuddered, coming all over his fingers with his lips making a perfect seal over my mouth so no sound escaped.

My spent body was still trembling when I collapsed against his rock hard chest, panting wildly, and trying to grapple control of the furious way my lungs were sucking in air.

Every inch of my skin was basking in the magical afterglow of my orgasm. Beads of sweat prickled the surface of my skin between the heaving swell of my breasts, and I felt an incandescent glow of sated desire surrounding my whole body as he removed his tie from my eyes.

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