Angel’s Seduction-Part Ninteen

Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase (This is a long scene.)

Part Ninteen-

He lifts me to my feet and unbuttons my trousers with slow fingers. I’m not inclined to stop this beautiful golden man with sky blue eyes. I can’t quit staring at his face. His cheeks are rough as I slide my hand over his skin. I shiver as I imagine the stubble rubbing over my stomach.

“I should shave,” he comments while turning to press a kiss into my palm.

“Why?” I’m not really paying attention to his words. My mind is focusing on the fact that he’s slipping his hand into my trousers. There’s only a thin layer of cotton between his warmth and my prick.

“I don’t want to mark your skin.” He squeezes his hand around my shaft.

“Uh.” I can’t seem to think or even worry about what he might do to me. “I won’t mind.”

He chuckles and strokes his hand over me. Groaning, I push against him. He squeezes me again and then tugs my trousers down to my feet. He kneels and I stare down at him. Never would I have thought one of the most powerful me in all of England would be kneeling at my feet as if worshipping me. I choke back a laugh. He isn’t worshipping me. He’s trying to get my shoes off.

Resting my hand on his shoulder, I let him take my shoes off and within seconds, I’m naked. Nervousness causes a chill to flood my skin. I’m not comfortable having him stare at me, but I know he won’t laugh at me. He stands and cups my cheek. I turn my face and place a kiss on his palm.

Taking my hand, Greyson leads me to his bed. I climb in and slide under the covers. I feel my eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I watch Greyson undress. I’ve never seen a naked man, but some thing tells me that he is an unusual specimen.

He joins me in the bed and I can’t help but reach out to trail my hand over his chest. The tips of my fingers tangle in the light hair covering the muscles. I graze a fingernail over the nub of flesh and Greyson groans.

“I don’t have hair there.” I’m fascinated by the hair that tickles my palms as I run down the thin line heading down to his groin. His prick rises from a nest of coarse dark blonde curls. I look at him while my hand hangs over him.

Smiling at me, he takes my hand in his and engulfs his shaft with our hands. “Touch me, Angel. I’ve imagined it for so long.”

I’m not sure what I should be doing. How does he want me to touch him? Do I stroke him hard or with a gentle touch? I’ve never even touched myself like I’m holding him now. “I don’t know how.”

“We have all night. There’s no hurry, love. Let me show you.” He guided my hand up and down in a tight stroke.

His prick throbs against my fingers. It feels like silk over steel and my own shaft fills. I don’t notice when his hand leaves me. His foreskin pulls back and reveals the glistening head of his prick. I run my thumb over the wet head and tease the slit where liquid is leaking from. Greyson groans and thrusts his hips, moving with increasing force and speed.

“Will you let me show you something?” His voice is harsh and labored, but I think it’s from pleasure.

“Yes.” I’m willing to let him show me anything.

“I won’t hurt you.” He pushes against my shoulder and soon I’m lying on my back, staring up at him.

“I know.” As much as I know he won’t hurt me, I can’t help but stiffen as his hand cups my prick. No one else has ever touched me there.

He presses his lips to my mouth. His thumb teases the slit in the head of my cock, swiping the liquid welling from it and spreading it around my skin. He slides his tongue inside and strokes the sensitive roof of my mouth. I moan and shift under him. His rough palm cups my sac and rolls them in his fingers. I feel a light touch to the skin behind my balls and I cry out.

“Greyson,” I moan, gripping his arms tight as the pleasure begins to build in me.

“Hold on, love.” He moves away from me to reach for a small jar sitting on the stand next to the bed.

I jerk as cool slick fingers grip my shaft and starts stroking with tight movements. I arch my back and begin to beg with my hips for him to move faster. He understands my silent pleas. When the cool fingers of his other hand touches me in my most private of areas, I freeze.

“Sh, love. Trust me. It will be a little pressure and maybe a little pain, but I promise you’ll enjoy it when you relax.”

I stare up at him. All I see in his blue eyes is love and caring. He hasn’t lied to me yet. He believes that I will enjoy what he wants to do to me. Taking a deep breath, I manage to relax. He taps my thigh and I spread my legs even more, so he can fit between them. A finger tip glides over my opening and I shiver. He brushes a kiss over my cheek, calming me as one finger breeches my opening.

“Ah,” I gasp and arch. The sensation is strange. There’s pressure and a slight pain, but then he pulls the tip out and presses back in.

I’m not sure how far in he goes this time, but I feel full. He twists his finger and rubs against a spot that makes me cry out as sparks shoot through my body.

“Please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for, but Greyson does.

More pressure fills me and I moan, spreading my legs farther apart. Soon I’m swimming in sensations. I’m caught between his fingers moving inside me and his mouth tasting my neck.

Suddenly the fingers leave and I protest. Greyson covers me, placing his hands on each side of my shoulders. His blue eyes stare down at me as a bigger pressure begins to fill me. I whimper as the pain burns through the pleasure.

“Breathe, love.” Greyson stops and lets me get used to what he’s doing.

I breathe and push up on my elbows to stare down at our groins. I glance at Greyson in shock. His prick is inside me. I didn’t know that is possible. He kisses me with gentle lips and starts pushing farther into me. Within a minute, he is buried as deep as he can get and I’m forgetting the pain. Pleasure rushes through me as he rubs over that same spot he’d hit with his fingers.

“You’re perfect, love.”

We rock together and his stomach stroke over my prick. The same feeling I had out in the garden builds in me. It pools at the base of my spine. I wrap my arms and legs around Greyson’s body. Instinct takes over and I encourage him to continue.

Passion rips through me and I throw my head back, feeling my seed spill over my stomach. As my eyes drift close, I see Greyson cry out and a wet heat fills me. I black out again.

When I come back to myself, Greyson is cuddled close to me and I’m clean. Exhaustion drags me back down, but not before I kiss the duke.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest over his heart.

“For what, love?” Greyson runs his hand down my back.

“For loving me.” My eyes close.

“I’ll love you forever if you let me.” Greyson murmurs and presses a kiss to my cheek.

13 Responses “Angel’s Seduction-Part Ninteen”

  1. T.A.Chase says:


    They’ll both get more pleasure as the story goes on. 😉

    The first Lackey books I read were Talia’s books. I really enjoyed them. Then I found the Vanyel ones and fell in love. lol

  2. Lily Ashford says:

    Yaaay! I’m glad Greyson got Angel to trust him like that, and I’m glad G got his own pleasure 🙂

    I LOVE Mercedes Lackey! Vanyel makes me cry, still, but I admit I’m especially attached to The Heralds of Valdemar, the Talia trilogy. Love her!

  3. T.A.Chase says:

    Paige, thanks. 🙂

  4. Paige Burns says:

    Wow…pretty much sums it up.

  5. T.A.Chase says:

    jjr…thanks and you’re right, those guys are perfect for each other. I couldn’t have written them better if I tried. lol

    The pic is definitely one of my favorites.

  6. T.A.Chase says:

    Emma…just makes your mouth drop open and drool, doesn’t it? 🙂


  7. T.A.Chase says:

    Hey there kechara,

    Next installment is on Thursday. 🙂

    lol..I think that’s the same age I discovered Lackey. I’ve read all of her Valdemar books. Vanyel..breaks my heart everytime I read his stories.

  8. T.A.Chase says:

    Thanks, Jenna. 🙂

  9. Anita says:

    SO beautiful!!!! Grey and Angel are perfect for one another. I can’t wait for more, and to learn more about both of them and Angel’s uncle.

    I love that picture!! I have it too!! *G*

  10. Emma Sinclair says:

    Another brilliant installment of Angel and Greyson.

    But that picture….wow!

  11. kechara says:

    I’m now officially addicted to Angel, when do we get the next part? 🙂

    Oh, I’ve been reading Lackey since I was 12 yo hence the blog title thing forest of sorrows, I figured since I was here I was thinking about Vanyel and Steffen. Did you read about them?

  12. S. W. Vaughn says:

    Oh my. You promised happy sex. This made me sooooo happy…

    Drool. This is gorgeous, T.A.!

    And so is that pic! 🙂

  13. Jenna Howard says:




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