Authors: Shayla Black,Lexi Blake

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BOOK: Their Virgin Captive

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Logan relishes the exquisite torture of holding her again, feeling her uninhibited response. No matter how much Tara insists their fling will end after this mission, he’s determined that she will be his again—and this time, he’ll never let her go.

Enjoy the following excerpt from
Belong to Me
– Coming October 4th, 2011

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“I don’t remember you ever having trouble following directions, Cherry. There’s one more part of the instruction.”

She had to be mad enough to spit nails. But she hid any anger or apprehension fairly well as she complied, slowly drawing her slender thighs apart, revealing the inside of her knees, the creamy expanse of skin up the inside of her leg. More . . . more, until the little birthmark appeared on the inside of her left thigh, exactly as he remembered.

Satisfaction roared through him. Rightness. No matter what happened, a part of him would always belong to Cherry—and she to him.

Finally, she eased her legs far enough apart to see every bit of the pink, swollen heaven he was dying to sink into. Sheer fucking orgasmic heaven awaited. He belonged there. Connected to her—skin, breaths, hearts.

Logan edged closer and lowered himself to the bed. With his heart racing, he rolled beside her and propped his head on his hand. Cherry’s guarded brown gaze met his. Oh yeah, she was dying to know what he had planned.

He could ease her into his touch, and if he was playing for keeps, that’s exactly what he’d do, give her a slow, sweet ramp up to an undeniable arousal that would have her gasping and clinging and begging to follow his every demand to the ultimate pleasure again and again.

But he had to make her not just want to escape him, but the whole assignment. Regret stabbed him, and he had the most insane urge to do nothing more than wrap his arms around her, bring her body flush against his and simply hold her until she lost all that starch.

He couldn’t afford it.

Wrapping his hand under her neck, he tilted her head up until he was fully in control, then covered her mouth in a greedy kiss. He didn’t ease inside or wait for her acceptance; he prowled in.

Instantly, hunger roared through his belly, mowing down his good intentions, screaming at him to get deeper and consume her. She stiffened against him at first, struggled for a moment, only to realize that he’d positioned her so that she couldn’t move. When she gasped, he plunged in again, so ravenous for her his entire body was taut, aching. Tara anchored her hands on his shoulders. Logan braced for her to push him away. Instead, after a moment’s pause, she curled her hands around his neck, urged him closer, and twined her tongue around his hungrily.

Shock vibrated down his spine. Searing arousal followed.

His Cherry tasted like . . . everything. All he’d wanted for years. The essence that had haunted him. This is what he’d been missing. What he needed. Her.

Deeper he pressed into her mouth, laving, tasting, possessing. She met him, frenzied stroke for stroke as he wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed her bare torso against his own in a sizzle of skin. He slid a leg between hers. She cried out as he rubbed his thigh against her folds.

The wetness of her pussy coated his leather-clad thigh so he slid against her more easily than melted butter. He fucking ached with the knowledge that she wanted him, too.

For the first time in a decade, Logan felt complete.

How the fuck was he going to goad her into ending this mission, knowing he’d likely never see her again? He knew he should, but now that he’d touched her, he needed at least a few precious moments more to savor her before she was gone forever.

“Cherry, baby . . .” he murmured against her soft lips, so sweet with a flavor so uniquely her.

“Open to me.”

Without hesitation, she did, plunging her tongue in his mouth again and clinging like he mattered, like she’d starve without him.

The feeling was mutual. There’d be time later to make her flee this mission and hate him for it.

Easing over Tara, their lips and breaths still entwined, he savored every touch. His palms caressed her nape, glided over the dainty slope of her collarbone, before his fingers splayed across the slight incline of her breast. Then he swept down, cupped the firm little mound. Her nipple burned his fingertips.

Damn, he wanted that against his tongue. Cherry mewled, shifting restlessly beneath him.

With a last deep kiss and a nibble at her sweet lips, he kissed his way down her feverish skin, lapping at the soft expanse of pale silk that he ached to explore for hours, days.

Her fingers wound their way into his hair, dragging him closer to that delectable pink nipple.

No way was he going to refuse her silent plea. Yes, he was supposed to be in command, and Logan knew this was reckless as hell. He’d reassert himself, after another taste or two . . .

Cradling her breast in his hand, he plumped it up for his descending lips. He soaked the reddening bud in his mouth, dragging his tongue over the hard tip.

“Yes,” she panted. “Logan, yes.”

Hearing her moan his name, desire whipped through him, torquing the ache in his cock. She arched closer, like she’d die if he released her now.

Sucking her breast deep into his mouth until his tongue flattened her nipple against the roof, he delved down her body with his hand, sliding between the sweet folds of her pussy.

Fuck, she was more than wet. Soaked. And so damn responsive. He prayed she wanted him at least a tenth as much as he was dying for her.

He plunged two fingers inside her, sinking in as far as he could. She jerked her hips up to him.

“You’re so wet, baby. You’re making my mouth water. And you’re tight.”

“It’s been a while,” she panted.

A while? Wasn’t she engaged?

“Get all wet for me, Cherry. That’s it.” He lifted his wet fingertips from her slick folds and brushed them over her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, starved for her taste. Her sweetness hit his tongue, sending him spiraling further out of control.

God, he needed more of her. All of her. Endless days and nights beside her, inside her. If she were his, Logan would keep her constantly wet, aroused, just for the pleasure of satisfying her.

Need driving him, Logan settled his fingers over her clit, thrilled to feel the bud so hard and swollen. For him. He settled in to touch her, do whatever necessary, until she surrendered her will to him.

About the authors:

Shayla Black (aka Shelley Bradley) is the New York Times bestselling author of over 30

sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances for multiple print and electronic publishers. She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled cat.

In her "free" time, she enjoys reality TV, reading and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

Shayla has won or placed in over a dozen writing contests, including Passionate Ink's Passionate Plume, Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, and the National Reader's Choice Awards. Romantic Times has awarded her Top Picks, a KISS Hero Award and a nomination for Best Erotic Romance.

A writing risk-taker, Shayla enjoys tackling writing challenges with every book.

Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband and three kids. She began writing at a young age concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. Her first solo work, The Dom Who Loved Me, is coming out on September 27th, 2011.

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