He rocked against her, plunging deep before driving a seriesof rapid, short strokes into her clenched core.His thick shaft rubbed her injust the rightplacesas she arched into him, takinghim as fast, as hard, as deep as he could go.
Her fingernails scored his back as he rotated his hips, andshe couldn’t stop looking at his face, at the sweat glistening on his brow, athis jaw clenched in the most male of ecstasies, at his lips that had given herso much pleasure parted for his labored breaths.
At this moment, he seemed to be both angel and demon,because what he was doing to her was nothing short of evil, but he was sodamned good at it.
“Now,” she whispered as she bucked against him.“Please...”
As if he’d been waiting for permission, he lunged, hispelvis slamming into her so hard she slid up the mattress and bumped her headagainst the headboard.The thing began to bang on the wall, but if it botheredhim, it didn’t show.
He poundedintoher, showing nomercy, but she didn’t want it.She wanted all of him.All ofthat lovely power andall ofthat immense strength.
“Yes,” she cried.“Right...there.”
He jerked, his body going taut as he roared in release.Hotsplashes of semen warmed her from the inside and triggered her own climax.Herbody seized, wracked by waves of pleasure sointenseshe thought she might pass out.She struggled tofocus,to stay conscious so she didn’t lose a single second of the ecstasy that wasutterly shattering.Life-altering.
Good...God.
Hawkyn’s heavy weight came down on her, and she welcomed it.It might be the only thing keeping her from floating away on a cloud of bliss.
Again, the emotional transfer of negativity sifted throughher, individual threads of anger and sadness that made sense, given the fightwith his father, the torture at the hands of his brothers, and the conflict hefelt over choosing her safety over his duty to his Primori.She inhaled,counting through a breathing exercise that helped convert negative emotions topositive energy, and within moments, peace surrounded her in a cocoon ofwarmth.
“This feels so right,” he murmured roughly, one handstroking her hair as he lay on top of her.“I should be regretting this rightnow.I should be laden with guilt and wondering what the Memitim Council isgoing to do to me, but I honestly just don’t care.”
“See?I absorbed all that negative energy and pain—” Shebroke off as what he’d just said sunk in, and alarm shot through her.“Wait.Whatthey’regoing to do to you?What do you mean?”
Smiling, he shifted but tucked her against him so they wereone big side-by-side tangle on the bed.“It’s nothing you need to worry about.Whatever happens, it’s mine to deal with.”
That wasn’t fair, but the mind-blowing sex and the events ofthe last few days had caught up with her, and all she wanted was a chance torest in the strong arms of an angel.Just for a little while.
They could deal with all the other shit later.
And something told her there was going to be a lot of it.
ChapterSeventeen
Aurora woke up sore, but in that amazing way thatmade her want to stay in bed all day.Except that Hawkyn wasn’t in bed withher.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up.He hadn’t left a note, buthe’d clearly showered and dressed.Where was he?And how the hell had he doneall of that without her waking up?She’d always been a heavy sleeper, but geez,she must have been exhausted.
Which made sense, given that she’d barely slept sinceDrayger had captured her.Closing her eyes meant seeing the things he did toher on the backs of her eyelids.Sleeping meant nightmares.But shehadn’t hadany last night.
Maybe sleeping in the arms of an angel kept the bad thingsaway.
She could get used to that.
Yawning, she climbed out of bed and headed toward thebathroom, but after a couple of steps she swayed, a wave of nausea rocking herhard.Whoa.Maybe the vodka had been stronger than she’d thought.Another hotwave hit her, and she stumbled into the bathroom, her head spinning, her gutrolling.Was it something she ate?Sketchy Memitim pancakes?
Bracing herself on the edge of the sink, she turned on thefaucet and splashed icy water on her face.Much better.
“Aurora?”Hawkyn tapped on the door.“Youokay?”
“I’m fine,” she called out.She looked into the mirror andcringed at the crazy case of bedhead and the dark circles under her puffy eyes.“Fine” might have been an overstatement.
“Breakfast is ready.I can bring up a tray if you don’t wantto eat in the great hall.”
“No,” she said, reaching for a towel.“Go on down.I’ll meetyou in a few minutes.”
“You sure?”
