He's tall, dark and desperately trying to escape his past. She's petite, curvy and very annoyed after waiting in the hot sun by her broken-down car. When Gabriel pulls up on his motorcycle and takes off his helmet, Mariah takes one look at those piecing blue eyes and his long black hair and realizes that it's Lucifer and she's in big trouble. Outrunning his demons, Gabriel has no time to stop but as that devilish wind blows her prim skirt up, revealing the teeny thong and the black garter belt holding up the black stockings, his fate is sealed. And so is hers. Does a renegade like Gabriel deserve to find his heart? Mariah certainly thinks so and leads him on an erotic journey to show him how.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Lucifer's Angel by Kaenar Langford
Her musings were cut short as Gabriel reached to still her hands. "That's a pretty dangerous thing to do. I'm working on a hair-trigger here. Wouldn't want to go off half-cocked, so to speak," he said with a dry laugh. Letting his gaze sweep down her body, his eyes fell on her high lace-up boots. He broke into a smile and began to look around the room for a suitable chair. Spying a hardback one in the corner, Gabriel went and grabbed it as Mariah gave him a questioning look.
"I have an idea I think you might like," he said in answer to her look. "You liked my other ideas, didn't you?"
"I loved your ideas but the pleasure has been kind of one-sided."
"You may have had the orgasms but the pleasure certainly hasn't been one-sided," he assured her. "Just being with you, touching you, feeling you come gives me pleasure too. So would you like to try my next idea?"
"Will I get a chance to try some of my ideas?" Mariah asked, with a naughty look in her eyes.
"I guess turnabout is fair play. So as long as my poor heart can take it, I'm up for just about anything." She reached out and saucily cupped the front of his jeans, gently moving her hand up and down the enormous bulge.
"Yeah. I see you're up for just about anything. Go ahead and let's try another of your ideas. I find I kind of like them." Gabriel looked at her gorgeous underwear and realized he couldn't take off her thong first since she was wearing it under her garter belt. He didn't want to start with the garter belt and stockings as that would spoil his fantasy. What to do, what to do?
Mariah wondered what in heaven's name was going through his head. He seemed so concerned as he looked at her underwear. Finally, reaching a decision, he said seriously, "Can I cut off your thong?"
"Can I cut off your thong? I'd love to buy one to replace it. I'll even come and help you pick it out. I'll even watch you try it on, if you like."
Mariah laughed. She had no idea what he was planning but she knew she would enjoy it, no matter what. "Go ahead and cut it off if you need to. I have others."
"That's what I was afraid of," he groaned. Mariah's eyes grew wide as Gabriel reached into his pocket and brought out his knife. He tapped the knife against his upper lip as he tried to decide the best way to remove her thong. She couldn't help but laugh as he looked like he was making a monumental decision. But maybe he was. Once her thong was off and she was exposed to him, she would be giving herself wholly to him and this felt different from being with any other man. Gently turning her with her back to him again, he put one finger behind the single cord of her thong and pulled it away from her body. He flicked the knife open and deftly cut the thin material at each side of her waist. He closed the knife, put it back in his pocket and gently pulled the thong from between her legs, dragging it across her already sensitized clit. Gabriel closed his eyes as he held it up to inhale her tangy scent then dropped it down behind him.
"I'm going to help you take those boots off now," he said as he reached for the chair. Before sitting down, he stepped back to take in the gorgeous view of her wearing nothing but the black garter belt that framed her red-gold curls, those sexy thigh-high stockings and those incredible do-me boots.
"Walk across the room so I can see you from the back." Mariah turned and walked over to the window, pretending to look out. Gabriel's eyes followed her and he could hardly breathe as he watched her heart-shaped little tush wiggle in those boots. From the back, her garter belt made a perfect frame around the globes of her butt, outlining them like the work of art they were. She even had a cute little dimple just above her crack. He was pretty sure that dimple was just the right size for the tip of his tongue.
"Turn around, walk back to me and sit down on this chair," he commanded. She turned from the window and walked back to where he stood.
"You're not going to tie me to the chair, are you?" she asked breathlessly.
"I hadn't thought of that," he mused. "Maybe I'll save that for another time." She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"Come sit down," he urged. As she sat down, the chair cold against her bare butt, Gabriel went to his knees in front of her.
"Are you going to beg me for something?" she asked tauntingly.
"Well, someone is going to end up begging and I don't think it will be me," he replied with a devilish light in his beautiful eyes. Mariah looked down at him. He was so incredible with his long black hair flowing down his chest and back. He looked like an ancient warrior with that strong, muscular body. He made her feel so beautiful yet she felt safe too. Gathering her courage, Mariah met his eyes, sat up straight in the chair and opened her legs. Gabriel almost swallowed his tongue.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said playfully. "Wasn't that part of your plan? Oh, that's right. Someone was going to do some begging and you thought it was going to be me." She went to close her legs but Gabriel put his hands on her inner thighs to keep her legs apart.