Then, stunning him speechless, she gave the broad head a lick. He froze, the sensation of her warm tongue so alien and so utterly incredible, he didn’t dare breathe.
She ran her tongue along his sex from root to tip. Her lips closed over the head, warm and wet, and she took more of him into her mouth. Just watching her lips stretch around his throbbing shaft, the pressure built in his balls. His entire being tensed.
She grasped his thighs, taking him deeper with each swallow, and he swore he hit the back of her throat as she worked him. Then her hand wrapped around the root of his sex, the inches she couldn’t quite manage to get into her mouth. She sucked him harder and faster, following a rhythm that had his groin tensing.
With a growl, he grasped her hair, loosening some of the pins securing her bun, causing a few strands to fall free. He moved his hips, working his aching cock in and out of her mouth, careful not to choke her. A tightness built along his spine, andthat conditioning that chained his control shuddered, cracks forming?—
She cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
Lore grunted. He couldn’t get oxygen into his lungs fast enough, not that he needed it?—
She moaned, the sound rumbling over his cock, the vibration fisting him like a vise.
A sensation so foreign barreled down his spine. His fingers gripped her hair as he shuttled in and out of her mouth, desperate for what awaited, that promise of pleasure unlike any other.
She tightened her lips, sucked him harder, a scrape of teeth?—
His world exploded.
Lore shut his eyes, his entire being spinning, propelling him out of his body, lost in unbelievable pleasure…
He slingshotted back to himself and to the woman who watched him with wide gold eyes, a woman who brought him to his knees…
Which was where he was.
On his knees. In front of her.
Breathing hard, he stared at her, her lips red, damp, and swollen.
A primal growl wrenched free from its trap in the deepest part of his soul. He kissed her tenderly, tasting himself. His arms banded around her, and he held her tight against him, his face buried in her neck.
My life will never be the same.
Chapter
Seventeen
Breathinglike she’d run a marathon, Nia rested her cheek against Lore’s head, reveling in his hard, warm body against hers. His scent of the infinite, of orange groves imbued with his musky release, wrapped around her and lingered on her tongue.
“You…” he rasped against her neck. “That was an out-of-this-world experience.”
She smiled, pleased she brought him such pleasure. She shifted on her sore knees and grimaced. Her jaw hurt. Wow, who knew her angel would be packingthat?
“Um, Lore?” she murmured.
His wings had spread like a fiery blaze in the gloomy foyer and seemed to be squashed against the walls in the confined space.
“Do you think I could get up from this cold, hard floor? My knees are kinda sore.”
He lifted his head, his hair swinging forward, brushing her face like a thousand caressing fingers. “My pardon, Nia.”
Man. Still so polite even after what just happened between them?
In that fluid way of his, he rose, scooping her up, his wings vanishing in a swish. He strolled to the sunken living room, hisburning irises slowly resuming their metallic green hue as he skimmed her face, each pass a tangible caress that dampened her core.
After mouth-fucking his dick, the ache in her core grew worse. God, she needed release. But she wasn’t going to push. He was so new to all this.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
