by Skye Warren
He kissed her again, debating whether they could make it upstairs to the bedroom. But then she kissed him back—actually nipped his lower lip—and he stopped thinking at all. He surrounded her, body and heart; he sank into her, finding refuge in her sweet acceptance and limitless love.
There were no boundaries on what he would do for her. He would climb mountains, slay dragons—but all she’d ever asked of him was a promise. And so he had always been hers, before he’d even known it, stumbled upon in moment’s base weakness, claimed by a whole-hearted acceptance, and made new by a love he would work to deserve each coming day.
THE END
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BELOW THE BELT
"...what an absolutely dynamite heroine" - Rage, Sex & Teddy Bears
Martial arts champion Abe Montgomery is dead-set on winning gold at Nationals. Paris Rivera has sworn off men and martial arts. When these two meet, the chemistry is explosive.
Abe may dominate on the mats, but he's fallen hard for Paris. The fight of his life looms ahead, not only for his dreams but for the sexy woman he soon can't live without.
"This book is sweet and spicy! Romance written in a realistic way. No fairy tale endings. No promises that can't be kept. Just straight up emotion and honesty." - Have You Heard Book Reviews
Excerpt from BELOW THE BELT:
Abe ran his hands down her sides, accustoming her body to his touch. He tasted her skin up and down the side of her neck—kissing, licking, nipping, and then starting over again.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, sending pleasurable shocks through his body. He palmed her breast in appreciation, gently squeezing the warm weight. Her soft sounds drove him crazy. Go slow, go slow.
She reached down and cupped his erection through his pants. He drew in a sharp breath. He loved that she’d come out of her shell, but if she touched him now it was over.
He pushed her hand away. “No, not yet. Let me take care of you.”
To prove his point, he ran his hand to the bottom of her dress, then up, tracing his fingertips along her bare leg. He groaned when he reached the thin wet strip of her panties—a thong. Pulling the fabric aside, he stroked his fingers through her intimate folds. She bucked and gasped as if he’d shocked her. But he felt the shock in his fingertips, and his cock.
He pushed his thumb through her dampness until he found her clit, fondling her without the finesse he had learned so carefully. This whole thing was moving too quickly, almost outside his control, and he was only grateful that she seemed to be keeping up.
He shoved his fingers inside her like he wanted to do with his cock. Pressing against her clit with his thumb, he tacitly asked her to come. His hands were too rough. He was acting like a big, clumsy idiot, but she bucked up against his hand, seeking more. She panted, tightening her body. Then she came. She tightened around him, but he was watching her face in awe, as wetness coated his fingers.
When the last of the aftershocks had rocked her body, he withdrew his fingers, then pulled her in close and held her to him. He breathed in the fresh, feminine scent of her, holding back his own release to allow her time to recover. Despite his throbbing arousal, Abe found pleasure in just holding her.
“Who are you, really?” she whispered.
“I’m no one,” he murmured, his face buried in her silky soft hair. “No one special.” It was the truth. He’d grown up too poor and too stupid to be anyone. No matter how hard he fought, he was just another loser from Podunk, Nowhere.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged softly. “A two time national medalist and forerunner for the male heavyweight competition is nobody?”
Abe lifted his head.
“Yeah, I recognized you,” she said.
She didn’t understand. It wouldn’t be enough. Not any of it, not ever. His throat tight, he gave a short shake of his head.
“Oh, Abe,” she said. God, what was that look in her eyes? He wanted to look away from it, but he couldn’t. “You’re someone special. I see it.”
The line wouldn’t come—the one that would make this whole conversation a joke, instead of the truth. He always laughed it off, or fought it off, no matter what came.
Not this time.
She’d come out of nowhere and blindsided him, but he couldn’t figure it out just then. Not with his lust driving him insane. It was like the tunnel vision in the middle of a fight, when he couldn’t hear or even see, but just moved on pure instinct.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “I need to get inside you.” What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to keep it together. His legendary control, his focus, was all shot to hell.
Thankfully, she did lie down on the ballroom carpet, and even better, spread her legs in acceptance. If she hadn’t, he would have been liable to do something stupid—like beg.
He pulled his wallet out of his pants, ripping through it until he found the condom. Tossing the wallet to the floor, he undid his pants and rolled the condom on. He thought he heard something—voices maybe. It didn’t really matter. They wouldn’t come in here.
He just had to fuck her. Everything would be okay if he was in her, feeling her heat, riding her to completion.
“Abe,” he heard her say, as he knelt before her.
“Almost there, baby,” he mumbled. Jesus, he was so fucking close.
His cock nudged her opening. He pushed inside, tried his best to go slowly, but failed. The heat of her surrounded him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. But instead of soothing him, it only made him want her more.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Need you too bad.”
“It’s okay.”
And he took her at her word, because that’s all he could do. His cock slammed home once, then again. He didn’t have a hope in hell of making her come again, not when he was this close and this out of control. He could only drive into her relentlessly, roughly, reaching for something he couldn’t name. His body clenched as his orgasm slammed through his body. His arms crushed her to him as if she could help him now, probably hard enough to leave bruises.
He collapsed on her as the last shudders racked him.
“Abe,” she gasped beneath him.
You’re crushing her, asshole. He rolled onto his back beside her. “Sorry,” he managed to get out.
“People are coming,” she whispered urgently.
Shit. He heard it, too, now that his brain had finally clicked back on. Voices, close by and coming closer.
Abe scrambled to his feet, peeled off the condom and tucked himself inside his pants. He barely had time to yank Paris behind him before the doors crashed open. He blinked rapidly, momentarily stunned by the hallway light and raucous laughter.
“Mierda! Abe is in here.”
Oh fuck, no. He knew that voice. Rafael.
His vision focused. Even worse, all the guys were there, with girls Abe had never seen before hanging on them. This was not good. Paris grabbed his arm and peeked around, but he pushed her back firmly behind him. He didn’t want her to be a part of this. It was too late.
“Room’s taken, boys.” He tried to play it cool, as if he weren’t holding a soggy condom in his fist. Ignoring the squirming, his other hand held Paris behind him.
Blake staggered into the room, clearly wasted. “Oh, come on. I think you’ve got room for a few more in here.”
“I mean it, guys. Get out.” Abe used the same voice he used when he led training—stern, commanding.
But the dumbass kept coming, trying to peer around Abe.
“Or are you worried she won’t want you anymore if she sees us? I see how it is. Can’t have that. Abe Montgomery never loses a bet. Never loses anything.�
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Christ, the fucking bet. Maybe Paris hadn’t—
“What bet?” Paris asked, stepping out from behind him.
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Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, including power play or erotic pain and sometimes dubious consent. There’s struggle in the sex. There’s pain in the relationships. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely romantic.
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Other Books by Skye
Wanderlust
Below the Belt
Dark Erotica Series
Keep Me Safe
Trust in Me
Hear Me
Don’t Let Go (late 2013)
The Beauty Series
Beauty Touched the Beast
Beneath the Beauty
Broken Beauty
Beauty Becomes You
Fem Dom Series
Sweetest Mistress
The Dystopia Series
Leashed
Caged
ISBN: 9781940518008
BEAUTY BECOMES YOU
Copyright © 2013 by Skye Warren
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