The Pleasures of Sin, by Jessica Trapp

The Pleasures of Sin

Excerpt

Desire spread through her. She wanted him. All of him. Inside her. 

"My lady," he murmured.

Sighing, she threaded her fingers into his hair, enjoying the crisp, prickly texture against her palms.

She could love a man such as him. The thought gave her pause, but he leaned forward and swirled his tongue around one of her nipples before she could entertain it.

"James," she whispered, closing her eyes. 

Raising his head, he gazed at her. His eyes glowed with blue fire. In several skilled motions, he made quick work of the dress. The hard metal of the dagger was cold against her skin and the garment fell away in slices…