First Rapture
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CHAPTER ONE
Madison Philips knew she was dreaming.
Not only was she suddenly eight years younger, but there was that weird sense of floating outside her body as she watched the last of the teenage girls drive away from the cramped trailer on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
It was a familiar dream.
Too damned familiar.
Grimly, Madison tried to call on her well-honed skill at yanking herself out of the nightmare. She’d done it a hundred times over the years. But tonight, she found herself floundering. Instead of waking, she discovered herself sinking even deeper into the dream.
Until she was no longer watching the past unfold, but actually reliving the event.
Lost in the dream, it felt shockingly real as she tidied the shabby living room before heading to the back of the trailer.
It’d been a fun enough birthday party with her friends, she acknowledged, once again that young, shockingly innocent girl. In fact it’d been her best party ever, as long as she didn’t dwell on the two notable no-shows.
It wasn’t as if she’d actually expected her mother to remember it was her only child’s eighteenth birthday. Hell, Connie Philips hadn’t been to the trailer in two weeks. Madison assumed she was still holed up in some sleazy hotel with her latest lover.
And of course, she’d been an idiot to think for a second that Luc Angeli, the Dark Angel, who was three years older than her and the focus of her avid teenage fantasies, would actually stop by.
It’d obviously been a figment of her imagination to think there’d been a spark of interest in his dark eyes when she’d gone to his house and practically begged him to stop by for…well, she’d said she wanted him to share a slice of birthday cake, but they both knew what she was truly offering.
Unlike most of her friends, she’d avoided becoming sexually involved with any of the boys she dated. A part of her refused to walk in her mother’s failed footsteps, sleeping with every man who would pay her attention.
But a larger part was longing to give her virginity to the man who’d filled her dreams for the past three years.
And she hadn’t kept her desire a secret.
Luc was well aware that she wanted him to initiate her into her burgeoning sensuality.
Heaving a sigh, Maddy pushed open the door to her bedroom, flipping on the table light that bathed the small room in a muted glow. She preferred to keep most of the room in shadows, not wanting to dwell on the shabbiness of her surroundings.
In her mind this wasn’t her home. It was just a place she stayed until she moved on to bigger and better things.
But tonight, there was an unexpected bonus waiting for her.
The one and only birthday present she truly wanted.
Automatically closing the door behind her, Maddy leaned against it as her astonished gaze took in the sight of Luc Angeli stretched on her bed, his hands locked behind his head. He’d obviously used the back door to enter the trailer while she was watching her friends leave.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. God almighty. He looked too beautiful to be real.
His black hair was left just long enough to curl at his nape. His skin was darkly bronzed. His velvet eyes were as black as a midnight sky and framed by a tangle of impossibly long lashes. His features were so finely honed they might have been pretty if he weren’t so potently male. And his lean body was rock hard from his summers spent working construction.
“Luc?” she breathed in shock, briefly wondering if she was hallucinating as he slowly rose to his feet, his muscles moving with liquid ease beneath his faded jeans and tight black T-shirt. “What are you doing here?”
His brooding gaze watched as she nervously pushed her heavy curtain of smooth black hair from her face that remained pale no matter how many hours she spent in the scorching Nevada sunlight.
“Waiting for you.”
“But—”
“You did invite me, didn’t you?” he interrupted, his gaze lingering on the lush curve of her lips.
Her mouth went dry. His presence seemed to consume the small room, filling it with the scent of sandalwood soap and clean male skin.
“Yes.” She was forced to clear the nervous lump from her throat. “But why didn’t you join the party?”
“You know why, Maddy.” His eyes lifted to meet her dazzled gaze. “I wanted to be alone with you.”
Excitement streaked through her, clenching her pussy with anticipation. “I didn’t think you would come.”
His lips twisted into a humorless smile. “Neither did I, but it seems I’m not as immune as I should be to your tempting…invitation.”
She ignored his hint of self-mockery, too exhilarated by the thought of fulfilling her fantasies to pay heed to the subtle warning.
“Good,” she murmured, tossing her long hair over her shoulder in an unconsciously provocative motion.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re certain?”
Maddy leaned against the door, barely able to breathe. The man was making her shiver and he hadn’t even touched her yet. It had to be the heat in his gaze. It was like being branded by fire as he took a slow, thorough survey of her slender body barely covered by her short, black leather skirt and the corset top she’d borrowed from a friend.
“I’m sure.”
“Then prove it,” he rasped.
Maddy licked her dry lips. “How?”
“Take off your clothes.”
She blinked at the blunt command before a slow smile curved her lips. It was a challenge. Even as an innocent she understood he was testing the depth of her commitment to parting with her virginity.
The least hesitation and he’d walk out the door and never return.
“Like this?” she asked huskily.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leather skirt, pulling it down her hips and allowing it to pool at her feet. She used the toe of her three inch stilettos to kick it away, acutely aware that Luc had just realized she’d deliberately gone bare beneath the skirt.
No panties. No hose.
Just her and her fresh Brazilian wax.
Her courage nearly faltered as he drew in a deep, slow breath, his hands clenching at his side. Luc wasn’t just an overeager teenage boy hoping for a grope in the dark. He was a fully mature male with years of experience. Dark…fierce…demanding. And right now, his hunger was a tangible force in the air.
If she continued he would consume her.
Completely and utterly.
The thought should have terrified an inexperienced virgin.
Instead Maddy felt a thrill of volatile excitement.
She reached up to grasp the side of the corset top, pulling it tight to unhook it with an unconscious grace. It’d taken her years to gain control of her body that had shot up to five foot nine almost overnight. Now she stripped away the corset and tossed it aside with a smooth elegance that wrenched a low groan from the man watching her with the avid gaze of a predator.
“Keep them on,” Luc abruptly broke the silence as she lifted a foot to remove one of the stilettos. She shivered, replacing her foot on the ground. She felt oddly vulnerable wearing nothing but the leather shoes. As if sensing her unexpected flare of embarrassment, Luc held up his hand, gesturing her closer. “Come here, Maddy.”
She took an uncertain step forward. And then another. Finally, she stood just inches away.
He studied her with a brooding gaze, a visible bulge pressing against the fly of his faded denims. Reaching out, he took her hand, tugging her until she was pressed against his hard body. Her stomach clenched as he grabbed her by the nape of her neck, his breath brushing over her cheeks before he was capturing her lips in a kiss that made her heart slam against her ribs.
She’d been kissed before.
Awkward meeting of the lips that had left her cringing in distaste.
But this…
It was wondrous.
His fingers threaded through her hair, tugging on the silken strands as he lifted his head to study her flushed face.
“Do you have any idea what’s about to happen?” he demanded.
“I know I want you,” she whispered. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“There’s no going back.” The words were more a promise than a threat, wrapping around her with the pleasure of paradise.
She trembled. “Good.”
He slid his hand from her hair, lightly tracing the line of her throat before his fingers were cupping her bare breast. With a gasp she grasped his upper arms, her knees threatening to give way as he bent down to suck her nipple between his lips.
She moaned, pleasure cascading through her as his tongue teased the puckered tip.
Barely giving her time to become accustomed to the exquisite jolts of sensation, he turned his attention to her other breast, tormenting the tender nipple until it was hard and begging for the warmth of his mouth.
Her nails dug into his arms left bare by his tight T-shirt, her back arching as he continued to pleasure her with his teeth and tongue.
Only when she was moaning beneath his expert touch did he trace his fingers down the flat plane of her stomach, urging her to part her legs.
She clung to him as she obeyed his silent command, careful not to twist her ankle as the heels threatened to catch on the ragged carpet. Luc murmured his approval, his fingers sliding between her spread thighs. His touch was gentle as stroked through the damp flesh of her pussy.
Madison Philips knew she was dreaming.
Not only was she suddenly eight years younger, but there was that weird sense of floating outside her body as she watched the last of the teenage girls drive away from the cramped trailer on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
It was a familiar dream.
Too damned familiar.
Grimly, Madison tried to call on her well-honed skill at yanking herself out of the nightmare. She’d done it a hundred times over the years. But tonight, she found herself floundering. Instead of waking, she discovered herself sinking even deeper into the dream.
Until she was no longer watching the past unfold, but actually reliving the event.
Lost in the dream, it felt shockingly real as she tidied the shabby living room before heading to the back of the trailer.
It’d been a fun enough birthday party with her friends, she acknowledged, once again that young, shockingly innocent girl. In fact it’d been her best party ever, as long as she didn’t dwell on the two notable no-shows.
It wasn’t as if she’d actually expected her mother to remember it was her only child’s eighteenth birthday. Hell, Connie Philips hadn’t been to the trailer in two weeks. Madison assumed she was still holed up in some sleazy hotel with her latest lover.
And of course, she’d been an idiot to think for a second that Luc Angeli, the Dark Angel, who was three years older than her and the focus of her avid teenage fantasies, would actually stop by.
It’d obviously been a figment of her imagination to think there’d been a spark of interest in his dark eyes when she’d gone to his house and practically begged him to stop by for…well, she’d said she wanted him to share a slice of birthday cake, but they both knew what she was truly offering.
Unlike most of her friends, she’d avoided becoming sexually involved with any of the boys she dated. A part of her refused to walk in her mother’s failed footsteps, sleeping with every man who would pay her attention.
But a larger part was longing to give her virginity to the man who’d filled her dreams for the past three years.
And she hadn’t kept her desire a secret.
Luc was well aware that she wanted him to initiate her into her burgeoning sensuality.
Heaving a sigh, Maddy pushed open the door to her bedroom, flipping on the table light that bathed the small room in a muted glow. She preferred to keep most of the room in shadows, not wanting to dwell on the shabbiness of her surroundings.
In her mind this wasn’t her home. It was just a place she stayed until she moved on to bigger and better things.
But tonight, there was an unexpected bonus waiting for her.
The one and only birthday present she truly wanted.
Automatically closing the door behind her, Maddy leaned against it as her astonished gaze took in the sight of Luc Angeli stretched on her bed, his hands locked behind his head. He’d obviously used the back door to enter the trailer while she was watching her friends leave.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. God almighty. He looked too beautiful to be real.
His black hair was left just long enough to curl at his nape. His skin was darkly bronzed. His velvet eyes were as black as a midnight sky and framed by a tangle of impossibly long lashes. His features were so finely honed they might have been pretty if he weren’t so potently male. And his lean body was rock hard from his summers spent working construction.
“Luc?” she breathed in shock, briefly wondering if she was hallucinating as he slowly rose to his feet, his muscles moving with liquid ease beneath his faded jeans and tight black T-shirt. “What are you doing here?”
His brooding gaze watched as she nervously pushed her heavy curtain of smooth black hair from her face that remained pale no matter how many hours she spent in the scorching Nevada sunlight.
“Waiting for you.”
“But—”
“You did invite me, didn’t you?” he interrupted, his gaze lingering on the lush curve of her lips.
Her mouth went dry. His presence seemed to consume the small room, filling it with the scent of sandalwood soap and clean male skin.
“Yes.” She was forced to clear the nervous lump from her throat. “But why didn’t you join the party?”
“You know why, Maddy.” His eyes lifted to meet her dazzled gaze. “I wanted to be alone with you.”
Excitement streaked through her, clenching her pussy with anticipation. “I didn’t think you would come.”
His lips twisted into a humorless smile. “Neither did I, but it seems I’m not as immune as I should be to your tempting…invitation.”
She ignored his hint of self-mockery, too exhilarated by the thought of fulfilling her fantasies to pay heed to the subtle warning.
“Good,” she murmured, tossing her long hair over her shoulder in an unconsciously provocative motion.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re certain?”
Maddy leaned against the door, barely able to breathe. The man was making her shiver and he hadn’t even touched her yet. It had to be the heat in his gaze. It was like being branded by fire as he took a slow, thorough survey of her slender body barely covered by her short, black leather skirt and the corset top she’d borrowed from a friend.
“I’m sure.”
“Then prove it,” he rasped.
Maddy licked her dry lips. “How?”
“Take off your clothes.”
She blinked at the blunt command before a slow smile curved her lips. It was a challenge. Even as an innocent she understood he was testing the depth of her commitment to parting with her virginity.
The least hesitation and he’d walk out the door and never return.
“Like this?” she asked huskily.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leather skirt, pulling it down her hips and allowing it to pool at her feet. She used the toe of her three inch stilettos to kick it away, acutely aware that Luc had just realized she’d deliberately gone bare beneath the skirt.
No panties. No hose.
Just her and her fresh Brazilian wax.
Her courage nearly faltered as he drew in a deep, slow breath, his hands clenching at his side. Luc wasn’t just an overeager teenage boy hoping for a grope in the dark. He was a fully mature male with years of experience. Dark…fierce…demanding. And right now, his hunger was a tangible force in the air.
If she continued he would consume her.
Completely and utterly.
The thought should have terrified an inexperienced virgin.
Instead Maddy felt a thrill of volatile excitement.
She reached up to grasp the side of the corset top, pulling it tight to unhook it with an unconscious grace. It’d taken her years to gain control of her body that had shot up to five foot nine almost overnight. Now she stripped away the corset and tossed it aside with a smooth elegance that wrenched a low groan from the man watching her with the avid gaze of a predator.
“Keep them on,” Luc abruptly broke the silence as she lifted a foot to remove one of the stilettos. She shivered, replacing her foot on the ground. She felt oddly vulnerable wearing nothing but the leather shoes. As if sensing her unexpected flare of embarrassment, Luc held up his hand, gesturing her closer. “Come here, Maddy.”
She took an uncertain step forward. And then another. Finally, she stood just inches away.
He studied her with a brooding gaze, a visible bulge pressing against the fly of his faded denims. Reaching out, he took her hand, tugging her until she was pressed against his hard body. Her stomach clenched as he grabbed her by the nape of her neck, his breath brushing over her cheeks before he was capturing her lips in a kiss that made her heart slam against her ribs.
She’d been kissed before.
Awkward meeting of the lips that had left her cringing in distaste.
But this…
It was wondrous.
His fingers threaded through her hair, tugging on the silken strands as he lifted his head to study her flushed face.
“Do you have any idea what’s about to happen?” he demanded.
“I know I want you,” she whispered. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“There’s no going back.” The words were more a promise than a threat, wrapping around her with the pleasure of paradise.
She trembled. “Good.”
He slid his hand from her hair, lightly tracing the line of her throat before his fingers were cupping her bare breast. With a gasp she grasped his upper arms, her knees threatening to give way as he bent down to suck her nipple between his lips.
She moaned, pleasure cascading through her as his tongue teased the puckered tip.
Barely giving her time to become accustomed to the exquisite jolts of sensation, he turned his attention to her other breast, tormenting the tender nipple until it was hard and begging for the warmth of his mouth.
Her nails dug into his arms left bare by his tight T-shirt, her back arching as he continued to pleasure her with his teeth and tongue.
Only when she was moaning beneath his expert touch did he trace his fingers down the flat plane of her stomach, urging her to part her legs.
She clung to him as she obeyed his silent command, careful not to twist her ankle as the heels threatened to catch on the ragged carpet. Luc murmured his approval, his fingers sliding between her spread thighs. His touch was gentle as stroked through the damp flesh of her pussy.
