When Angels Fall by AJ Hampton Page A

this almost as much as you are , ” he said, picking up his black tie and running it along her inner thigh.
    Her breath caught. The silk was cool and liquid soft. In the fabric ’ s wake her skin pebbled. Peter teased the tie up her stomach, across an achingly tight nipple. Shivering, she moaned and fought not to beg for more.
    She wouldn ’ t give him the satisfaction. Not yet , at least.
    “ This is part one of your punishment. ” As he spoke, he threaded the tie through the slats of the bed and looped it around the wrists he held. The material, once soft and delicate, now tightened almost painfully to bind her. “ When I feel you ’ ve learned your lesson, I ’ ll untie you. ”
    Drawing her lip between her teeth, she looked up at him. Eva hoped to hell he couldn ’ t tell how turned on she was getting. “ And part two? ” she asked.
    With a hand pressed to either side of her head, he bent. The muscles in his arms bulged and sent her heart racing. Lowering, he stopped a mere centimeter from pressing their bodies together. His stomach aligned with hers, close enough for the hair on his body to brush her sensitive flesh. His chest hovered over her aching breasts, but he didn ’ t close the distance. Heat and electricity mounted. On top of her. She wanted the weight of his body.
    “ I didn ’ t say you could speak, ” he growled and slanted his mouth over hers in a deep, punishing kiss.
    His teeth scraped her lip and forced her mouth open. He pressed his tongue inside, conquered. She could imagine the same rough, wet pressure against her clit, inside her pussy until she came. Oh, yes. Lifting her shoulders from the bed, she pressed her chest against his and moaned into his kiss.
    He skimmed a hand down her arm, and then along the side of her breast in a barely - there caress. Callused fingers rounded over her hip, delved between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth. With teasing, deliberate strokes he played in the arousal leaking from her slit.
    Peter ripped his mouth away and drew a deep, ragged breath. Hunger danced in his eyes. Just beyond his need, she caught the glimmering sheen of his leopard, separated from the man by a thin veil. He pressed his thumb against her clit and drew a needy cry from her lips. Pleasure spiked, and her hips moved against his hand.
    Shaking his head, he withdrew his touch. “ Part two. I decide when you climax. If you come before I tell you, there will be another punishment . If you listen , I ’ ll give you a reward. ”
    As if to prove his point, he drew his mouth down the center of her body in one open-mouthed kiss. Cool air wafted over the moisture his tongue left, and the sensations of hot and cold rioted through her. He spread her thighs wide and settled himself at her core. He i nhal ed deeply, his eyes flutter ing shut.
    “ Delicious. ”
    She pulled at her restraints, desperate to feel his skin beneath her hands and his hair under her fingers. Her breathing sped. The moment he drew the broad, flat surface of his tongue against her clit she stopped struggling. Her body throbbed at the pleasure.
    “ Oh, God, ” she gasped.
    His mouth was hot and wet, and so sinfully good. A half growl, half moan emanated from his chest. Peter ’ s fingers bit into her thighs as he pulled her sex tight against his face and devoured. He scraped his tongue against her clit, sucked.
    She came off the bed. A low, feral growl rumbled between them. His hands clamped down on her hips and pinned her to the mattress, assuring his prey could go nowhere. Arms bound to the bed by silk and her lower half anchored by Peter ’ s hands, there was nowhere to run. Her body tightened, wavering on the edge of an orgasm so powerful it nearly hurt. He changed strokes, stiffening his tongue and then flicking.
    Stars danced behind her eyes. Her muscles clenched with each throbbing beat of pleasure. And then, he stopped.
    She opened her eyes and tried to remember how to breathe — hell, how to speak. “