Seduced by an Angel (MF)

Immortal Paradise 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 36,105
4 Ratings (3.3)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Fantasy Romance]

When seven virgins are brought to a unique island resort to be propositioned by a gorgeous angel who wants to have a child, hotel employee Kazia is mortified to learn she is one of the potentials in his mating game--and that her job depends on cooperating with the VIP's whims.

Archangel Andel hopes to create an immortal child before his fertility phase ends. He has some thoughts about his em-sehad--his ideal mate--but he harbors a secret that he cannot risk revealing to the woman he ultimately selects.

When Kazia finds herself lured in by Andel’s potent eroticism, secrets of her own are revealed that could keep him from claiming her. Meanwhile, supernatural powers are conspiring to prevent Andel from perpetuating his blood line. How will Andel and Kazia overcome their pasts--and the will of heaven--in order to consummate their passion?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Seduced by an Angel (MF)
4 Ratings (3.3)

Seduced by an Angel (MF)

Immortal Paradise 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 36,105
4 Ratings (3.3)
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4 CUPS: "With eroticism in the very air of the tropical breeze filled resort, Kazia is tempted by one of the most erotic and saintly hero’s that I have ever read. The plot is well thought out and has enough twists, turns and humor to round this story out nicely if the suspense and conflict are a little shaky. Altogether a fun erotic story with an original take on heavenly bodies." -- Virginia, Coffee Time Romance

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She knew what he intended when his head dipped to hers, but she didn’t flinch. She closed her eyes and held her breath to await the brush of his lips, thinking she was prepared for it this time. Everything she knew about kissing was turned upside down, however, when he didn’t merely brush her lips with his own. He claimed them. His mouth was urgent, demanding, and the tingle that shot through her surpassed anything mortal or sane. It was beyond anything possible, at least in a virgin’s limited understanding of romance. His kiss flared through every nerve ending she possessed, and she let out a gasp of surprised delight.

Was this what true passion felt like? Or was such hyper-eroticism possible only with an immortal? She felt herself slipping away, and for the second time in two days, she was ready to drown in the power of his embrace. She wanted to beg for his hands to explore every inch of her body right here, right now, despite her resolve to reject his advances. Despite their display in a public area where she happened to be on duty. Well, where she had been on duty earlier. How long ago had her shift ended? Time seemed to lose all meaning whenever she got near this man. Not that he was a man.

Her eyes flew open to find his skin had grown brighter and his eyes darker. Realization dawned. To test her theory, she ran her hand boldly down his rigid abdomen. She dared to meet his eyes, but they were closed. Nevertheless, the reaction she’d been looking for did not disappoint. His skin waxed bright wherever she touched. When he groaned, his entire body brightened.

It was desire. Angels glowed with sexual desire, something nobody had thought to mention when she’d gotten her promotion and crash course in Immortals 101. It was a response she’d elicited from Andel with every touch, and when he’d been staring at her during the meeting in the lounge. The realization sobered her just as her fingertips grazed the waistband of his slacks. She jerked her hand back as though his skin burned her, which wasn’t far from the truth. The glow seemed to heat his very flesh—and her own.

“Please,” she said. “Stop.”

His eyes opened, dark and unreadable. “Why? What is it that you fear?”

“I’m not afraid.” She took both hands and pushed him back. “I told you before, I can’t let this happen. I wish you would stop trying to change my mind.” And that she could talk without shaking, but that was beside the point.

“I could remind you that you touched me first.”

She snorted. “I touched a feather out of stupid, human curiosity. You’re the one who shoved me against a wall and kissed me when I tried to walk away.”

A muscle worked in his jaw, and his gold eyes seemed to lighten a shade. They were no less unsettling this way, so she focused on the slight furrow of his brow instead.

“An angel’s feathers can be considered an erogenous zone,” he said. “Like if I ran a finger down your breastbone.”

He lifted a hand and traced the motion in the air near her, and impossibly, she felt the tingle along her sternum. Moist heat gathered between her legs, and she suppressed a shiver.

“I didn’t know that,” she said, fighting to keep her voice even. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

His gaze lingered on her for a moment. “I’m not so certain my impression is wrong.”

He lowered his head to her again. When she gasped he paused, hovering close enough to feel the maddening tingle of his breath on her lips. “Bevnak, em-sehad. Please don’t say you don’t want this.” He pulled back slightly, and his gaze searched her up and down while he traced a finger along her jaw. “I am immortal. I can sense your desire, and see the passion darkening your eyes.”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t deny I feel something for you.” Her lips moved close to his ear. “But I have every intention of remaining a virgin tonight.”





She trailed off as his hands took over, roaming over her breasts and igniting sparks of longing with each brush across her nipples. They were hard and straining in an instant, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. He kneaded and twisted the stiff buds until she had to will her legs to keep from buckling. Pangs of sharp need throbbed between her thighs. She gripped Andel’s shoulders to stay upright, restraining the urge to dig in with her fingernails when his hands slid under the small bits of fabric covering her breasts. He pushed the bikini aside, the motion rubbing delicious friction over her nipples. She tipped her head back with a sigh. Only half aware she was pressing down on his shoulders to hurry him lower, he bent to lick each pink nipple and light a fire inside her she knew only he could quench.

Such superb pleasure could not be happening to her. Not to a girl who had found no use for a man in her life. Sothis was what all the fuss about sexuality was about? Maybe she could finally understand why other girls put up with the hassle of dating.

After sucking each nipple in turn to rosy, fevered peaks, Andel dropped to his knees in front of Kazia and pulled her down onto a plush fur rug with him.

She gasped when he tried to push her onto her back. “What are you doing?”

He answered with a smile and nudged her thighs apart with his knees.

“No,” she said, scooting backward. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“And I won’t. Trust me.”

With that, she felt his hands up under her tiny skirt. Protest fled. Soon the bottom of her bikini was gone. Again he pushed her thighs apart, and though she quivered with nerves, she spread them for him. His hand traced a tingling path up the inside of her thigh, and at the first brush against her curls, she cried out. Softly, his fingers traced her cleft, finding and circling her clit until it throbbed and pulsed with delight. Surrendering to the power of her need, she lay back on the rug and arched her hips off the floor toward him. When she did, he tugged her skirt down and pulled it off her. Now she was essentially naked before him, and yet she did not feel self-conscious. Her skin burned for him, every inch crying out for contact with his flesh. Any part of his flesh—fingers, tongue, wingtips, hair—it didn’t matter, just so long as some part of him was connected to every part of her.

Perspiration broke out along her forehead, and she squeezed her eyes shut to block out everything but the sensations he stimulated within her. With one hand he made long strokes up and down from her breasts to the top of her clit, while the other parted her labia and rubbed the sensitive inner folds until she thought she would go mad. When something wet and hot flicked over her clit, her eyes flew open to two sights that filled her with shock. One, Andel’s body was burning with a simmering, wild light she’d never seen before. Knowing she’d stirred such desire in him fueled her yearning even higher. Two, his head was between her legs, and he was tasting her.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

She rose up on her arms and tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her ass cheeks and held her in place. “Relax, em-sehad. Lie back and let me pleasure you. Please.”

He placed a gentle kiss right over her clit, and with another little gasp, she did as he asked. He kissed and licked along her slit. Shockwaves of pleasure followed every stroke of his tongue, and her moans grew louder and more urgent. Soon he was groaning along with her and growing brighter as well. She squirmed beneath him, arching her hips to press herself unabashedly against him.

Andel seemed to know the precise moment when she could stand no more. He clamped his mouth gently over her clit and sucked. She screamed in delight, and orgasm shattered all sense of time and space for what seemed an eternity. Still he wouldn’t relent, and his tongue soon sent her over another aching, grinding peak. By now she was barely aware of herself, thrashing on the rug like a wild animal with her fingers threaded through damp locks of his shiny gold hair to keep his head pressed against her. Her eyes opened to find that his looked as dangerously feral as she felt.

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