He teased me for what felt like hours, and I writhed desperately, sweat pouring from me.
“Samael…”
“Beg me, Danica.”
The son of a bitch. Even this was a power struggle. But I was so close…
He danced across a spot that made my every muscle tense, and I groaned in frustration as he stopped.
“Fine,” I scowled, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Please, Samael.”
“Look at me.”
I glowered at him, but I was pretty sure it didn’t have any heat in it, just pure, unrelenting need. His mouth found me again and he thrust his fingers inside me as his warm lips expertly danced and teased. I made garbled noises that must have been threats, because he laughed once more, and stroked over my clit. Once. Twice.
My breath caught, my vision darkened, and my climax ripped through me, pleasure lighting up my every nerve ending. Samael groaned and kept licking, kept teasing, even as I turned limp. I jolted as he swiped his tongue over my sensitive clit, and my hands found his head to push him away.
“I don’t think so.”
He caught my hands in his and frowned at me as if I’d attempted to take away his favorite toy. I opened my mouth to snarl at him, but a moan escaped as he applied the lightest pressure to my sensitive core.
I let out a whine, clenching around his fingers, and he growled, his other hand tightening around my own.
A moment later, my mouth fell open in shock as pleasure tore through me again. I shuddered and moaned, my muscles turning completely limp.
I cracked my eyes open as Samael disappeared. He stood a few feet away, undoing his tuxedo pants, and my avid gaze got stuck on his naked body as he dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them.
The man was perfect. It killed me. Because after this night, no one else was ever going to compare.
I could hate him for that. God knows I hated him for enough other things.
My tongue wanted to dance across the muscles that formed the V pointing to his cock. It jutted out, thick, long, and perfectly formed. His wings flared as I stared, allowing my gaze to drift from the arrogant smile on his beautiful face, to the eight pack I itched to explore, to his huge, muscled thighs. Even his fucking feet were sexy.
His wings framed him like a dark curtain, and I wanted hours of time to stroke them.
Then I lifted my hand and imperiously twirled it. Samael raised one eyebrow but a smirk danced around his mouth as he lifted his hands to his hips. He obviously decided to humor me, because he snapped his wings closed and slowly turned.
I almost swallowed my tongue.
His ass was made to be admired by women across all of the worlds. I wanted to sink my teeth into it.
He glanced over his shoulder andwinkedat me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in my throat. He looked like a fallen angel, but he was already turning back to prowl toward me, the spark in his eyes all demon.
“Do I meet with your approval, witchling?”
I gave him a sour look. As if he had to ask. He smiled.
Then his smile disappeared and his expression was carved in lust as he ran his gaze down my body.
I was still lying spread on his bed, my body clenching with occasional aftershocks from the two incredible climaxes he’d given me. He climbed over me, and his mouth found mine, his tongue stroking deep. He pushed my hair off my face as he lined himself up, and the tenderness in his eyes sent warning bells ringing in my ears.
We both sighed as he breached my entrance, the thick head of his cock stretching me. He allowed me a moment to adjust, and then drove deep. My head fell back as he thrust, slowly working his way deeper until he was pressed entirely against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and the new angle made us both groan. His cock seemed to have been designed to hit my G-spot, and I was already on the edge again.
He pulled back and thrust once more, and my eyes slid shut.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I managed to crack my eyes open. He cupped my cheek and drove deeper, his eyes drinking in every expression I made.
I had a bad feeling that my face told him more than I wanted him to know, because a deep satisfaction flared in his silver eyes.
