Rage, Sex, and Teddy Bears: Cover Reveal/Excerpt – Wreaking Havoc by Angel Steel

RELEASE DATE: TBA 2014

That one single moment in life when you find that special someone, everything stops. Nothing else matters in life but them. You. Us together. That one single look. That one single touch. Night after night of pleasure, unexplainable raw, dirty and mind-blowing pleasure. A pleasure when you forget everything in this world around you exists but the both of you. Every single moment spent together is cherished as if it was your last time together. Nothing in this world mattered more than us. That’s what I thought. In one single moment, it all comes crashing down around me. I thought I had it all: love, trust, honesty. What a lie that was. Secrets, deceit, pain, a whole lot of that. Everything was a lie. Our whole time together, nothing was real. My heart was torn from my chest, piece by piece, until nothing was left. The day my life ended, when the world came crashing around my feet, was the day I said goodbye to Dante Davenport. He ruined everything. He destroyed me completely and obliterated my heart in the process. Life will never be the same again.

Taking a step into our room, I screamed as I ran into a hard body. My legs wobbled under my weight, resulting in strong hands gripping my hips, holding me up. There before me stood Dante. My hands rested on his naked chest as his magnificent coloured eyes searched mine. My brain was telling me one thing, while my body screamed at me to jump him.

Removing my shaky hands from him, I took a step back resulting in his hands falling away from me. My heart was beating out of control. It wasn’t the fact of him standing there as I walked out. It was the fact that I needed him. I had craved him for the last month. His body against mine, wrapped around his, anyway possible I could get. My core clenched, demanding me to take him. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

My body was burning up for this fine ass man in front of me, my eyes followed as he lifted his arm above his head and rubbed his neck, obviously trying to move the tension from that single area that I could tell by the way his body posture showed. He stood in front of me in jeans, shirtless and a towel hanging over his shoulder. Licking my lips as my thoughts went out the window and was replaced with images of the both of us naked on our bed as his lips slid over my body. Our hands frantically moving over one another as our bodies became one.

I swallowed back the moan I wanted to let out. Gripping the bottom of my towel, hiding my legs as I clamped them together. But it was too late. Dante saw the movement. His eyes changed instantly. From concern about the situation to pure and utter lust. Dropping his hand, he shifted towards me. My breathing becoming heavy every step he took. There was no way I could fight the desire in me for this man. And by the way his eyes roamed over my semi naked body neither could he.

He stopped inches from me; I could feel the heat seeping from him being so close but yet so far away. His hand raised my chin up, his thumb traced over my bottom lip. I couldn’t help but taste him. Sliding my tongue along my lip and slowly over his thumb, his eyes fully dilated and zeroed in on my mouth. My mouth closed over his thumb as I began to suck, nipping the tip of him.

“Lia.” His voice strained as he asked the invisible question between us.

When it came to sex between us, no was never a word. I nodded once, that was all it took. His mouth crashed to mine, as my hands clawed at his chest. I needed this like my last breathe. His hands held my head still as he devoured my mouth. Moaning, I racked my nails down his chest, pinched his nipple as I slid past it. His mouth left mine and he threw his head back groaning as my hand slid lower down over his stomach. The muscles twitching as my fingers lightly trailed down further.

Twisting his nipple slightly to give just enough pain, I gripped him through the jeans, relishing in holding his hard cock in my hand again. His fists clenched at the side of him, he was holding his desire back. I continued to torture him, slowly undoing the zipper, his eyes shot open as I slid my hand underneath and wrapped my hand around his erection. His hips shot forward on their own accord as I stroked him with a slowness I know he couldn’t handle.

“Shit, Lia.” He rasped.

I wanted his touch. Sliding my body closer to him, my grip tightened around him as I started to kiss along his chest. My mouth hovered over his nipple, grinning, I lowered my mouth and closed my lips around his erect nipple, tugging it with my teeth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, gliding my hand along his shaft, rubbing my thumb over his tip, spreading the now pre-come that resided there. Letting that nipple go, I made my way across his chest, lightly kissing my way towards the other nipple.

I didn’t have a chance as my hand was stopped by his. Lifting my mouth away from him, his eyes gazed down at me. Swallowing, I flexed my hand, but was held tighter to him. His breathing was fierce as his eyes captivated me.

Removing my hand from his jeans, I stepped back, scared of the desire I could see in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him like this since the first time we made love. It was primal. Everything about him now was primal right at this exact moment. My body quivered at the unknown of what was about to happen.

His hands shot out, lifting me off the ground and pulled my body to his. His mouth nipped and sucked its way down my neck, across the top of my breasts that were now heaving for breath. The towel around my body restricted me from wrapping my legs around his waist. Moaning as his mouth continued its on-slaught, I rubbed myself against him trying to loosen the damn towel. I needed to feel skin on skin with him.

“Dante.” The moan slipped from my lips as he tore the towel from my body, then we were moving towards the bed. He laid me down while his mouth still on me moved its way down over my breast. Taking my stiff nipple into his warm mouth, his other hand slid over my ribs, tracing every single one he could feel. His fingers glided over my hip then towards the other while his mouth moved from the now sore nipple to the other.
My back arched from the bed, as his mouth latched on harder than before. His growl exuded into me, from the sound and the vibration. His hand grazed over my pulsating clit, but it wasn’t enough pressure, I needed more.

Grinding my hips against his, hoping he would get what I was telling him. He let go of my nipple with a pop, his nose ran in between my breasts and ever so slowly began to slide down. His hot breathe caressed my skin, every breath in and out. His lips fluttered over my stomach. The muscles contracting under his light touch as his hand finally stopped were I needed it.