“Do I want to know?” Sean asked, pausing his action of holding the door open. He perked his brow and glanced over his shoulder, looking at Andrew.
“I don’t think so,” Andrew admitted, the mysterious smile still on his face.
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“I’ve never been to a nightclub in my entire life,” Harleen said, her eyes looking at Amber’s back as the young maid invaded Harleen’s closet, looking for proper club attire. “And yet, I think I’ve always wanted to try it out. I love dancing.”
Amber threw Harleen a smile over her shoulder. “What girl doesn’t love to dance?” she asked before looking through her closet once again. After another ten minutes, she pulled out what she had deemed as an amazing club outfit. “Here you go, Your Highness. This will have everyone’s eyes on you, including your husband’s.” Amber smiled at this, knowing that though Harleen might never admit it aloud, the young Queen was attracted to the ruler of Hell. It was all about how someone looked at a person, and Harleen’s eyes gave her away quite ruthlessly.
“I don’t know…” Harleen murmured, looking down at it with uncertainty. “But, I guess I can try it…”
Amber helped Harleen with her hair and makeup, and as the maid got dressed herself, Harleen decided to check herself in the mirror, making sure everything was being held in place, and nothing could possibly pop out while dancing. The dress Harleen wore one of the tightest things she had ever worn in her entire life. It was a deep midnight blue with thin straps that tied together at the shoulder. The dress itself was low cut, and it ended at her mid-thigh. Crystals were scattered across the material like stars in a night sky, and Harleen had no idea if they were real or not. Did it even matter? On her feet were matching strappy stilettos.
“Are you ready?” Amber asked, stepping around Harleen so the two of them could look at each other. “Andrew and Sean will meet us there.”
“Let’s go,” Harleen said, feeling a bout of confidence slipping into her skin.
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Andrew saw her from the moment she walked into the nightclub, despite the dark, crowded atmosphere. And damn, did she look good. It was as though none of the other women here trying to get his attention mattered whatsoever because she was his. He watched as Amber leaned in and whispered something in Harleen’s ear. A smile broke out on his wife’s face and she nodded before the two women bee-lined for the dance floor and started dancing. Andrew’s eyes were glued to Harleen, unable to keep his mouth from dropping as he watched her. To be honest, he didn’t know she could work her hips like that, but now that he did know…
At that moment, a couple of men walked up behind the two women and started dancing with them. They seemed to enjoy themselves, and weren’t exactly pushing them away. At first, Andrew wanted nothing more than to grab the man dancing with his wife by the collar and toss him across the room, but he had a theory he had to test out, and as a result, managed to restrain himself.
Instead, he pushed himself up from his seat in the VIP lounge, picked a random woman, and started dancing with her, making sure Harleen could see him, and more importantly, the woman he danced with. It took a moment, but Harleen’s gaze flickered over at Andrew and her brow was pushed up, as she looked away.
Harleen, of course, would never admit it, but she was jealous. She wasn’t a jealous person, but she was jealous now. She hated the fact that her husband danced with some woman when he should be dancing with her.
Amber immediately recognized the look on Harleen’s face, and while she kept her body in front of the guy dancing with her, leaned over and said, “Andrew’s a jealous person, Harl. Don’t worry. Keep dancing with the guy like you like it, and I guarantee Andrew will be all over you in a manner of minutes.”
Harleen thought about it for a moment, but all it took was another glimpse of Andrew from the corner of her eye, dancing with some woman. She shifted in the man’s arms so that she faced him and ran her fingers up his chest before locking them together around his neck. He smirked at this, and tightened his grip on her hips as she slowly gyrated her hips against him.
Before Harleen could even blink, her dance partner was suddenly torn from her, and replacing him was Andrew. Amber was right; Andrew could get territorial with things he saw as his own. And if Andrew didn’t like one thing, he didn’t like to share. His dark hazel eyes burned down into her, and Harleen felt an unfamiliar tremor slide slow down her pelvis. When he reached out to grip her hips, she didn’t stop him, and when he pulled her against his own body, a gasp of surprise left her mouth. He was possessive, she realized, as he started to move against her. He wanted to show the world what rightly belonged to him and what nobody else could have. Harleen couldn’t help herself; she reached up and locked her arms around Andrew’s neck. Somehow, their bodies were so syncopated that they rocked together without the need of any sort of music.
Harleen loved the way his hands felt on her, loved the way he looked at her with hazy eyes, loved the way they would drop to her lips. Without consciously thinking about it, she dabbed her bottom lip with her tongue, causing Andrew’s eyes to widen.
She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. And he wanted her badly.
Andrew tilted his head down so his forehead barely brushed hers, and captured her eyes within his, making sure she paid attention to him because what he was about to say was serious. He tilted his head to the side so his lips were close to her ear, but not touching her. It was almost as though he was teasing her – he was teasing himself.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her neck and sending a shockwave of pleasure down to her very core.
Harleen swallowed, knowing she couldn’t speak just yet. But she nodded her head in the affirmative.
Chapter 11
Harleen knew exactly what would happen from the moment she had told Andrew yes. And she wanted nothing more than to slip under the spell his eyes were giving off, to feel him in every way possible. To simply be surrounded in him. But she was scared. She had no idea what she was doing, if she would do it right. She wasn’t stupid; Harleen knew enough to know that life wasn’t like the movies. Her first time wouldn’t be perfect and would most likely fall from her high expectations. But the thing that did matter – the one thing she knew more than anything – was that she wanted her first time to be with the man sitting next to her in the town car.
Currently, Andrew’s fingers were laced through her own, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand. It reassured her and frightened her at the same time. Strong emotions were bubbling below her surface, and instead of looking at Andrew, she looked out the window and took in the scenery. She wanted to be back at the castle and wanted to be further from it at the same time. She was both excited and scared. Finally, she understood what the anticipation of the first time actually felt like. And she was certain that the questions running through her mind weren’t unique to her either.
Would she be good enough for him? When he realized that she was indeed a virgin, would he even be interested in her? What if he didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like it? Did that mean they were sexually incompatible, and as result, had to break up? What if he wanted her to try some tricks she was uncomfortable with? Would he be mad at her if she didn’t comply? Would he look elsewhere to find his sexual needs satisfied? What kind of protection would they use? She wasn’t on birth control. Did Hell even have condoms? Was protection necessary here? Did it even matter?
Was he just using her?
Harleen had made the conscious decision to not have sex with anyone until she was certain that she loved them, trusted them, wanted to be in a long term relationship with them, and desired them sexually. Did her desire for Andrew escalate all of a sudden? Did this mean that she loved him and trusted him and wanted to be with him, or was sex really as unexpected as Harleen thought? Or was it a mixture of everything?
Maybe you shouldn’t think on it too much, a voice in mind said, simultaneously giving her something to thin
k on while trying to help work through her problems. The only thing that matters is whether or not you feel ready and you’re not doing this for anyone other than yourself.
I want to do it, Harleen answered herself, knowing that if she mumbled, Andrew would wonder why was talking. I want to experience it, but more importantly than that, I want to experience it with Andrew.
Then those questions don’t matter, the voice told her. You’ll figure out everything eventually. Let yourself live in the moment. Oh, but it’s wise you ask about protection. Just because people here are dead doesn’t mean they don’t have STDs and you don’t want to get pregnant yet do you?
“No,” Harleen said, and didn’t realize she had spoken aloud until Andrew nudged her shoulder with his.
“You okay?” he asked in his deep Australian brogue.
“Yeah,” Harleen said, her voice soft. “I just don’t want to get pregnant anytime soon.”
Okay, so she hadn’t exactly expected to say that, but once it was out of her mouth, she couldn’t exactly take it back, now could she? Instead of looking at her as though she had suddenly grown two heads, he smiled at her, his eyes crinkling in amusement. He squeezed her hand and pulled it so it rested on his lap.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “Things work a little differently down here than they do up there.”
Harleen felt herself relax, but it was only when they reached their bedroom did she realize what was going to happen. She didn’t feel too nervous, but anxious and a little bit excited. Her eyes watched Andrew sharply as he began to light candles with his finger, no matches necessary. Besides the flickering flames, the room was completely dark, the tone romantic. If Harleen had been watching this as a movie, she would think it was cheesy. But then again, it was always different if something happened to her.
When he was finished, Andrew turned and stared at Harleen, gazing into her eyes, trying to decipher them. Without a word, he took a couple of steps forward so he was mere inches from her before reaching out and cupping her cheek within his plan. Harleen felt herself lean into his touch without thinking about it, but this only seemed to further Andrew’s resolve.
“You know I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered to her, his dark hazel eyes serious and firm.
Harleen couldn’t speak, and instead, she forced herself to nod.
“If you want to stop,” he continued, another step towards her taken more by his impatience rather than by himself, “you need to tell me. It will be hard, but” -
“I want this.” Her voice was softer than his was, but just as serious. She didn’t need to say more, and he didn’t either.
Andrew tilted his head downwards and placed his lips gently on her own. The kiss was soft, like the flapping wings of a butterfly, and somehow, managed to take Harleen’s breath away. If she was still unsure about whether or not she wanted this, she was sure now. Her arms reached up and her fingers tangled themselves in his dark hair as he tilted her head back and deepened the kiss, needing to taste her once more. Saying it had helped, but feeling it was better.
With subtle skill, Andrew began to lead Harleen backwards, not enough to distract her from kissing him, but enough so in a few moments they reached the edge of the bed. Nobody spoke as Andrew wrapped a sturdy arm around Harleen’s waist and pulled her down to the bed, his body following her so he was on top of her, but not pressing any of his weight on her. He kissed her again as he moved their bodies up more on the bed, and let his hand trace the outline of her side, needing to feel her body.
Harleen had no idea what to do in return. A part of her had been worried that he might not be pleased the way she was, but a bigger, more rational voice in her head told her to simply enjoy what was happening. Instead of thinking, she was feeling, and that was what was important.
“Let me take care of you,” Andrew murmured against her lips. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
Harleen could feel the butterflies take over, but she nodded as he tilted his head away from her and remembered to trust him. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to please her.
Within moments, clothes were shed, littering the floor around the bed, and Andrew’s lips were back on Harleen as his hands explored her body. Harleen wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to pay attention to first, but her body responded to his ministrations and even encouraged her to touch him in much the same way. Her fingers had yearned to explore him and they did, running along the ridges of his abdomen before sinking into his back, hugging him tight against his body before burying themselves in his thick hair.
Andrew’s mouth left hers, but only to descend downwards, to trail kisses down the graceful column of her throat, to outline her collarbone, descending downwards even more in the valley of her breasts, before tilting and capturing a nipple between his lips. Harleen gasped in surprise, but the feeling was pleasurable, and subconsciously, her fingers pushed his head even tighter against her.
As he stimulated her breast, Harleen closed her eyes. It wasn’t until she felt his freehand in between her legs did she realize just what it was he was doing. They were callused and long and were itching to touch her, to please her. She couldn’t help but spread her legs slightly, giving him better access to her core. Of course Harleen had experimented with herself but she hadn’t yet achieved what she so desperately craved.
“Come for me,” he said, trying to contain his own desire. He wanted to make sure she was already wet and waiting for him.
At first, it was hard for Harleen to concentrate, but Andrew was patient with her and soon enough, Harleen felt herself reach her peak before releasing herself against Andrew’s fingers. The pleasure surged through her, and at that moment, she knew she needed him inside of her, needed to feel more. Even so, her face crimsoned at her reaction to such pleasure, causing Andrew to study her he positioned himself above her.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “You have no reason to be ashamed.”
His words helped her relax, and soon, he had slipped inside of her. Andrew had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from losing control of himself and wait until she was ready to proceed. She really was his, in every essence of the word.
Andrew then proceeded to make love to her, feeling a connection and a fullness he had never felt before. And Harleen felt the same way. She didn’t want to do this with anybody else.
Even more than that, she wanted to do it again.
Sneak Peak of Falling for the Devil, Part iii
To be released November 5, 2014
Chapter 1
She dreamed about him, about what they had done. How could she not. The way his hands gripped her waist tightly, possessively as he thrust into her, as she moaned his name. His lips were like poison, something she wanted more and more despite the fact that they were bad for her. Hell, he was bad for her. He was the Devil for goodness’ sake, and that was all there was to it.
But when he made love to her, she didn’t think he was completely evil. How could he be, if he had been an angel before falling from grace? People seemed to forget that he was good as well as evil – human, unlike God, but similar to humanity due to the fact that they were imperfect as well. Harleen could almost say he loved her due to what he did to her last night, but she didn’t want to be presumptuous, nor did she want to be one of those girls who confused love with sex. And yet, after last night, Harleen knew something had changed between them.
It was as though occupying her as a whole made her completely his, and though she would never admit it aloud, she had no qualms about belonging to Andrew. He was a beautiful specimen, masculine and compassionate. His body felt as though he knew her body down to a tee, knew her inside out, and maybe he did. It didn’t exactly matter to her though; she simply loved being wrapped up in him, and wanted to feel him again inside of her. Wanted to feel the pleasure he caused her by merely looking at her, by merely caressing her, by filling her up. She knew she would be sore; they had done the deed once more after the first time, and h
er lust for him caused her to push him even deeper than before.
He had gotten a little rough the second time. She liked when he got rough. Her whimpers turned into full-fledged moans, and before, she might have been embarrassed by her vocals, but they seemed to inspire him. The most beautiful sound she had ever heard was his own noise, loved to see her body reflected in those even darker hazel eyes. Harleen had always felt it was the eyes who spoke words the mouth refused to say, and the way they looked at her…
Andrew made her feel beautiful, made her feel like this sensual creature who deserved pleasure, who deserved to be his Queen. And she wanted to return the favor. She would finally read that book she had bought weeks ago, and she wouldn’t be ashamed this time. Harleen would be educating herself, and luckily for her, Nigel wouldn’t be around to ask her about it. It was her own little secret, her own little surprise for her husband.
Her husband…
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