Shelli Rosewarne

Hi all,

It’s been a packed week but edits are finally finished on Love Reawakened and fingers crossed, we should be good to go for release date now! I’m starting a lovely long weekend with a meal out with friends tonight, so am looking forward to a bit of chill-out time 🙂 Anyway, to help you get towards your weekend, I’m continuing my Free Reads with the last part of my short story, Tempting Sin. If you missed the earlier installments, you can find Part One and Part Two. This part is a little *ahem* steamier, so you’ve been warned 😉 Really hope you enjoy, and, as always, feedback welcome x

“Do you want me to go back and kill him?”

His tone was light but she believed he would do it. That made her cry more, because that was the kind of person he was and yet she was entirely at his mercy. To her surprise, though, he merely pulled her into his arms. She felt an odd jerk and when she opened her eyes they were inside a house. His powers were impressive, but right now she was merely grateful for the more private setting when she was embarrassing herself like this. He cradled her against him, stroking her hair; she gradually relaxed, her sobs subsiding.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “The new emotions can be difficult to deal with at first.”

She pulled back, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He smiled, but there was no softness in it. “I told you, Isaura, you belong to me. I take care of what’s mine.”

She frowned. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a possession.”

“You believe it on some level if you fell.”

“They threw me out.” Tears welled again. “They said I was no longer pure, that I was not worthy.” The words still hurt.

His face clouded with anger. “You are worth fifty of them.”

She laughed shakily. “No, I’m not.”

He cupped her face again, leaning towards her. She held her breath, her body tensed as his lips brushed hers and her breath drifted out on a sigh of longing. This was what she had been dreaming of since the last time he’d touched her. All she’d been able to think of was being back in his arms. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, opening her mouth, wanting him to deepen it like last time. He obliged her, his tongue probing the warm wetness of her mouth, drawing little whimpers from her throat. He pulled back, feathering kisses over her cheeks and her jawline before drifting down a blazing trail down her throat, over her collarbone. He lazily waved a hand and her top disappeared.

A shocked gasp left her lips and she pulled back, trying to cover herself. He stopped her, holding her hands out to her sides; the bold admiration in his eyes set her heart pounding.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “And you’re mine.”

Before she could protest again he bent his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. She squealed in shock. No one had ever touched her there before; it had never occurred to her, and the sensations were indescribable. The tight buds hardened and ached, his wet mouth sending a line of heat that seemed to pool between her legs. Her body shifted restlessly, wanting something but no idea what. Jaraxx seemed to know much better than she did as his hand slid over her stomach. Before she knew what he was doing, his long fingers were probing at the secret area between her legs. She stiffened in shock, and then moaned as his fingers began stroking; sensations like nothing she had ever known before began building within her.

She was barely aware of her pants disappearing, or of him laying her on the bed. Everything seemed to be centered on the unbelievable sensations building between her legs. Something was spiraling, building within her. Her hips bucked and strangled whimpers escaped her throat.

“Please,” she whimpered. He smiled down at her.

His fingers quickened and he added his thumb on the tiny bead at the top. Her eyes closed and she screamed out as she felt herself fall over the edge into blissful oblivion. Isaura had barely begun to drift down from the lofty heights when she felt him settling between her legs. Her eyes flew open with shock as she felt him slide inside her. It was the oddest sensation, not painful, but a little uncomfortable and very full. Then he began moving, the smooth thrusts speeding up and the sensation building back up until her hips were bucking against him, legs wrapped around his hips, and moans rising until she reached the crest again.

This time she exploded; her body shattered as she screamed out his name. She felt him thrust deeply into her, his guttural groan telling her he’d found his own release. He rolled them to the side so he didn’t crush her, keeping her clasped against him. As her ragged breathing gradually slowed, she finally dared to look at him.

His green eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them. She could almost imagine tenderness there.

“Are you okay?”

Isaura nodded, touched by the concern in his voice. “That was amazing. I had never imagined…” she trailed off.

His face spread into a self-satisfied smile. “I told you you were mine; things will go much easier if you just admit it.”

She smiled. “Fine, I’m yours. But you’re mine too.”

He grinned back at her. “Of course, I thought you knew that.”

Jaraxx drew her closer still, and she felt him stirring within her. Okay, she could maybe get used to a life of sin.