In answer, she removed her boots and kicked them aside. “I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?”
Approaching her, he shook his head, dug his fingers into her waistband, and sank to his knees, peeling her leggings off. He tossed them aside without ever looking away from her. Gods, the sight of his oversized body at her mercy ignited an electrical storm within her, a rush of heat gathering low. Muscles swelled below golden skin. Human he might be, but she felt fragile in his presence… small. His hands landed on her thighs, spreading her feet wider, his thumbs dusting over her slit.
“You are so wet for me, Princess.” Mountain his voice was low, rough as burnt cinders. He ran a knuckle along her center. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” she rasped, unable to catch her breath. Her cheeks blazed. She’d never done anything like this with a man. Never had a man wanted this. But Liam did. She could smell his desire for her like a spicy musk in the air that made her heart pound.
“And your scent. Do you know how perfect you smell?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t speak, not with him staring up at her like that. Gods, he ran his nose along the same path his knuckle had taken, coaxing a shaky breath from her lungs. Her breath wasn’t all that was shaking. She trembled in his grip, wanting something she didn’t know how to ask for.
“Like sunlight and citrus. I wonder how you taste.” He licked up her center with the flat of his tongue, humming his approval. That was what she needed.
“Gods, do it again,” she said softly.
He grinned up at her and did.
Without a doubt, although he was the one on his knees, she was the one under his control. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she tipped her head back and moaned as he licked her again, his tongue and teeth coaxing wicked currents of pleasure from her flesh. The tip of his tongue circled her clit, and she thought her soul might leave her body. That wonderful pressure was building like it had before, the base of her spine tingling with it.
Gods, when he speared her with his tongue, her trembling knees almost gave out. He held her up by her thighs as he increased his pace, licking, sucking, scraping her with his teeth, his beard grazing her skin, rough but delicious. Warm, wet, faster, harder. Golden light gathered around her, the feeling impossible to contain.
“God damn,” he murmured against her as she arched her back and the light consumed her.
She was still writhing with the aftershocks when he scooped her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her into her bedroom.
“By the Mountain, Liam, I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He lowered her to her feet at the end of the bed and started removing her top. It was a hip-length tunic, held in place by a corset that fastened beneath her wings. He turned her around to work on the strings, not at all hindered by her feathers.
“Good. Selfishly, I hope you never do again. Well, not with anyone else.”
Over her shoulder, she saw the corners of his eyes wrinkle with his wolfish smile. He tossed her corset and the tunic underneath aside and spun her around, pushing her back on the bed. She went willingly, fanning her wings out beneath her naked body and watching him as he undressed. He fisted the back of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
She couldn’t look away. Chiseled shoulders, broad and golden-skinned, met a chest with a smattering of dark hair that trailed over the peaks and valleys of his stomach to disappear inside his blue jeans. His eyes never left hers as he made short work of his fly and pulled both jeans and underwear down his legs.
Her heart pounded in her throat when he prowled onto the bed and positioned himself between her knees, his proud length jutting toward her, far larger than her previous lover. Massive. Beautiful. She gripped it in her hand, reveling in the way her touch made him sift air through his teeth.
“My god, Charlotte, I love it when you touch me.”
“I don’t have much experience. No experience with a human,” she whispered.
He stretched over her, his eyes hooded. “I think we can figure it out.”
His lips found hers again, and he settled between her thighs, her hand still gripping him between their bodies. She dragged the head of his cock along her slit, deepening the kiss as she lined him up with her entrance. A deep, satisfied sound left his throat as he pushed into her, met resistance, pulled out, and pushed in again.
“You’re tight.” He rested his forehead against hers.
“You’re big.”
His chest rumbled with his laugh, and then with one last thrust, he seated himself within her. “If you ever talk about me in the future, lead with that.”
Charlotte had never felt closer to another person in her life. He drew her hands out to either side of her head and threaded his fingers into hers, showering her face and neck with soft kisses, worshipping her. Slow, so slow, he moved in and out of her, rocking his hips and stoking the fire between them. She melted under him, conforming to his body, her wings wrapping around both of them and brushing his back even as her fingernails scraped along his spine.
The pressure started again, made stronger by the way her heart pounded every time he stopped to look into her eyes or squeezed her fingers against the mattress. She bucked her hips against his, chasing the feeling that was just out of reach. She wanted more.
“Liam, faster.”
He buried his face in her neck, growling as he picked up speed until his thrusts became sharp and punishing. She matched him hip to hip. The tingle strengthened, then exploded along her spine, her body arching off the mattress as light pulsed through her skin. He cried out and withdrew, his orgasm taking hold as warm jets coursed along her belly.
