She shivers, despite the heat building between us. “So did I.”
I roll her on top of me, savoring the scrape of her nipples against my chest. The luscious curves of her ass under my hands. Her scent. It’s the sea after a storm, a hint of spice touched by the sun, and so much more.
Her first kiss is hesitant. Gentle. Slowly, she teases the seam of my lips with her tongue. I give her time to explore my mouth.To run her hands up and down my arms, over my lats, along the hard planes of my chest.
“I’ve never kissed a man with a beard before,” she says, brushing two fingers to her mouth as she pulls away.
The idea of her with another man—anyother man—is enough to wrench a growl from my throat.
“Easy, tiger.” Willow braces herself on her hands, studying me. “You’re not…jealous?”
“You are mine, Willow. No other man will ever—” Fuck. How can I stake my claim to her when Iknowwe can never be more than this? When I know one day soon, I will have to leave her?
I run my thumb over one of her nipples. The dusky nub hardens under my touch. A fresh wave of her delicious scent fills my nose.
My gaze pins to her swollen lips. The tip of her tongue darts between them. What would it feel like to have her lick my cock? To see her gorgeous mouth full of me?
“Take my pants off,” I command. They are too tight, and I curse the invention of zippers with every foul word I know. Also, underwear. Robes are so much easier.
Willow loosens the button, moving with agonizing slowness.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You are teasing me. And enjoying it.”
“Maybe. Payback is a bitch, Gabriel.”
With all of my angelic speed and strength, I flip her onto her back, my hand cupping her head so I do not slam her into the mattress. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
I slide two fingers into her channel.
“Oh, God,” she moans. Her hips buck against me.
“Not God. Just your angel.” I could make her come with my fingers alone, but I ache to be inside her. Two thrusts, and I suck my fingers into my mouth. Fuuuuuuck.
She shoves my pants halfway down my thighs. “A little help?” Her frustration spills over, her mouth bowing into a pout.
“With pleasure.” The trousers land on the floor next to the rest of our clothing, followed by my boxer briefs.
Willow’s breath catches in her throat. My cock stands at attention, precum beading from the tip.
“Touch me.”
She hesitates for only a moment before her fingers stroke along my shaft. A drop of my essence coats her palm. Her eyelids flutter. My slit is leaking now, weeping only for her.
Willow brings her fingers to her lips. Nothing in all my millennia of existence has ever been sexier than watching her taste me. Her low moan. The heady mix of arousal filling the air.
“Come here,” she says softly and grabs my hips, pulling me closer. But uncertainty churns in her gaze. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Fuck, Willow. You do not need?—”
Her lips still glisten, and she fists me down to the root. “Yes. I do. I want this, Gabriel. With all that I am. Help me.”
I can refuse her nothing. Gently, I cup the back of her head with one hand and brace the other on the wall. “Take me in your mouth, love. Slowly.”
Fuck me. Her wet heat is the most delicious reward. Brows lifted in question, she hollows her cheeks once, pulling me deeper.
“Yes, fuck yes. You are perfection, Willow. Let your body tell you what to do. What it needs.”
The first stroke of her tongue along my thick vein threatens to send me over the edge. Gritting my teeth, I fight for control. My hips thrust. Willow gags and chokes, but quickly recovers. Light dances in her blue eyes.
