Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Archangel Zach Blog Tour with Excerpt and Buy links!


Her fingers were strong, tensile, her nails short and slightly discolored with a rainbow of paint colors beneath. With no nonsense moves, she pushed open the V to reveal the paler flesh of her belly. Scalloped white lace panties that matched the bra beneath her shirt peeked through her fingers until she pushed the delicate, sexy fabric out of the way. Her mark was low on her belly, right over the second chakra, the sacral chakra, a pleasure center. The three rings that resembled a target symbol were barely visible in the misty gray air.
Zach dropped to his knees.
He wouldn’t confess that for a moment, he’d gone weak. That his body refused to support him as all blood zoomed to his cock. The second chakra was the center of emotion, pleasure and sensuality. He gripped her hips in his hands, the damp jeans abraded his rough palms. He had to have close contact with her mark in order to do the final transfer of power. He hadn’t really thought through this situation because this particular issue had never been a problem before.
“What do you…have to do?” Her voice trembled.
“It will only take a minute. But I must touch you with my mouth.”
“Oh,” she said faintly as if she were as affected as he was.
Heat rose from her skin and seared him. Zach’s nose was mere inches away from her belly. He inhaled slowly, absorbing her lavender and pinon scent into his lungs, committing her unique smell to his memory. A lighter musk of arousal entwined with the aroma of her skin. Damn the Cosmos, she was as turned on as he was.
He couldn’t think about that right now.
Best to get this over with. Zach held back a groan as he pressed his lips to the mark and pushed the balance of her power into her body. The moment his mouth touched her soft skin, her muscles contracted at the contact.
A soft, “Oh,” broke the air.
The transfer was over but Zach couldn’t draw away from her. The lace from her panties scraped against his chin and he nuzzled her belly with his nose. The carnal urge to press his mouth to the spot and taste her skin, her essence beat in his pulse like a heavy bass.
“I need to taste you.” He’d spoken those words to her before. Long ago. Just like the last time, he went against all sensibility and gave in to his baser instincts.
He swirled his tongue once over her mark. The forbidden caress fired his blood. He was about to back away when her fingers twisted in his hair and pulled him tight against her skin. And she moaned.
The sound was barely there over the rushing river, the fall of rain on her mother’s tin roof, and the shush of tires on the wet pavement. But he heard the sensual groan as if she’d screamed from the top of the mountain.

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