“Yes,” she moaned, but he denied her.
He nipped her inner thigh and then nuzzled her sex, hisfingers feathering light strokes in the crease of her thigh.Desperate formore, she jammed her fingers through his hair and guided him where she neededhim to be.
He chuckled softly, but he didn’t spend any more timetorturing her.Easing his fingers inward, he penetrated her with one as heflicked the tip of his tongue across her clit.She whimpered with need, buckingwhen he did it again.
Fiery lashes of pleasure whipped through her as he tonguedher and pumped his fingers in her slick core, and with every second thatpassed, the fever inside her built.
“You taste like cinnamon.”His voice was rough.So male.Sheloved it.“I’m going to have you for dessert every night.”
On that promise, he replaced his fingers with his tongue,lapping at her hungrily, his masculine purr of need vibrating her from her coreto her breasts, setting her off like an erotic bomb.
She panted through the detonation, the orgasm shatteringher, emotionally and physically.She didn’t even have a chance to recoverbefore he mounted her, impaling her with his hard shaft and setting her offagain.
He rocked against her, every stroke of his cock hitting aspot deep inside that kept her riding the wave of ecstasy that went on and on.How was this even possible?Her thoughts were a blur as he kissed her deeplyand surged into her like they were riding waves in a stormy sea.
His wings erupted from his back and came down around themboth, sealing them in a cocoon of safety and sensation.And as he shoutedinhis own climax, she joined him.Loudly.Breathlessly.
This was power.Not the kind that came from gemstones orspells or Heaven.
This power came from love, and it was the strongest of themall.
