“I’m glad you approve,” he said gravely, going right past the opportunity to rightfully mock her.
“Can I see from behind?”she asked, and he turned, smiling only a little, giving her the equally spectacular rear view.
With so much of their admittedly brief acquaintance spent seated, Cha hadn’t really had the opportunity to check out his ass—and boy how she savored the moment now.Small and tight, like a pair of apples she’d like to sink her teeth into.And his back… Oh, angels would weep black tears to have wings like this.The transparent lavender of the thinner membranes deepened to violet near the bones, and almost black where the wings joined his shoulders.The skin there was equally dark, emphasizing the shadows between the ridged muscles before radiating out in lighter shades until paling into the barely-blue moonsilver of the rest of him.Gothic, wicked, and unbearably alluring.
“May I touch?”she asked, her voice whiskey-hoarse, and he glanced over his shoulder, cocking one lean hip, and giving her that smile she couldn’t resist.
“Yes, but be aware—they’re very sensitive.”
“Like, arousing sensitive?”
He held her gaze and nodded slowly.She approached carefully as he seemed wary of her now, and she recalled their conversation about trust, which seemed so long ago.She ran light fingers over his shoulders, his skin twitching like a horse besieged by flies.“You can trust me,” she told him, meaning it.
“I know,” he answered quietly.“But can you trust me?”
Instead of answering, she smoothed the caress, soothing him as he took in a shuddering breath, hanging his head and bracing one hand against a pillar.She trailed her fingers over the skin of his back, which felt like the finest sueded leather, then softly, barely touching, transferred to the thickest bones protruding from his back.The thin membrane covering them felt barely there, sueded like his skin, but so delicate.He shivered, grating out her name, “Arantxa…”
“Too much?”she asked innocently, lightly scraping fingertips farther along.
Abruptly, he furled his wings and spun, seizing her.“When I want you this much, yes.”
Holding her with that easy strength, he pressed her back against the pillar he’d been propped against, his lower wing-fingers catching her ankles to wrap them around his waist so that he snugged up hard and tight against her pussy.Cha was already so tightly wound, she nearly came right then.“This is only the first round, right?”she asked on a strangled gasp.
“The first of many,” he agreed, fastening his mouth to her neck and sucking hard, making her convulse.
“Then screw nice for now,” she suggested with some desperation.
“I might have to save nice for the third round,” he agreed, growling as she nipped his shoulder.“Maybe the fourth.”
She nearly melted.“I can wait for nice, but we’re wearing too many clothes still.”
Lifting his head, he kissed her hard, then gave her a feral smile.“Easily handled.”His wings unfurled and closed around her, the thumb and finger claws shredding her clothes with lethal speed and only just grazing her skin, the sensation exquisitely erotic.
“Seven hells,” she panted, going absolutely liquid, held up mostly by his hands on her.“Those are the only clothes I have.”
“Getting you new clothes seemed much easier than waiting another moment,” he informed her tersely.“I also took the liberty of ridding you of the blood and the ‘ick,’ I believe you called it, which had been coating you rather extensively.”
“Much faster than a bath,” she agreed, then gasped and wriggled as one wingtip claw trailed down her spine and into the cleft of her ass.She realized he’d also disposed of his pants when his naked body pressed against her, his cock long and hard against the slickness of her most intimate tissues.“Yes?”he asked, body straining with tension.“I know its fast and human women can take longer to—”
“Yes,” she nearly shouted, grinding against him.“Shut up and fuck me, Azul.”
“Oh, Arantxa darling,” he said in a dangerous voice, “I do believe I shall.”Brushing his lips along the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Brace yourself, Bridget.”
Holding her with one hand and a wing cupped around her for support, he positioned himself and slid smoothly inside her.They both stilled, their gazes locking.The sensation for Cha was like nothing before, shimmeringly perfect, completing her in a way she’d have scoffed at had anyone suggested it to her.“Now I know why humans go for fae sex regardless of the dangers.”
“Am I a danger to you, Arantxa?”he asked on a purr, flexing his hips to move into and within her, sending furious sparks of passion shuddering through her.“You have to know I’d never harm you.”
“That’s not what concerns me,” she answered, her thoughts scattering to the four winds.His wings closed around her, shrouding them in that violet haze of erotic steam, her edges dissolving with pleasure as he rocked inside her, flexing his hips with inhuman and sinuous grace.She clung to him, aware thatthiswas the danger.She wanted to hold on and never let him go, to keep and hold him forever.Who had she become?Another bedazzled human woman seduced by a beautiful fae man.
Azul didn’t reply, seeming as lost in her as she was in him, his lips pressed to her temple, his breath coming in rough pants, hot and sweet, his body flexing all along hers.Maybe she only thought she’d said it aloud, which was for the best.Apparently she’d turned into putty in his hands, at least sexually, but that didn’t mean she’d stopped being the Bandit.She wouldn’t lose herself to this man, no matter how perfect.Her resolve firmed, she shored up the walls around her heart and gave herself over to the spectacular pleasure he brought her.
*
A long timelater, they lolled bonelessly in the deeply hued water, post-third round, which had occurred in the massive tub.The second round had been a real banger on the jewel of an amethyst floor and Cha’s knees might never be the same.Still, she’d do it again in a heartbeat.As soon as she could move again.
The water fizzled with effervescence against her sensitized skin, smelling faintly of grapes and also like violets.In her stunned, completely enervated state, she didn’t care that the two things smelled nothing alike.Every fingertip of her throbbed from Azul’s thorough assault of her senses and she could barely lift her head.She might die from his attentions, but she’d die a happy, if sadly mortal, woman.
“I apologize,” Azul said on a quiet sigh.
