Before she could turn to Lore, his body slammed on top of hers, squishing the air out of her lungs. “What did you do to me?”
“Lore!” she squeaked. But his eyes remained unfocused, caught in whatever nightmare trapped him. “It’s me, Nia. I didn’t do anything!” She tried to push him off before she suffocated under his weight, but that didn’t work. She bucked her hips?—
A dark groan tore free.
Did he sustain internal injuries? Dammit, she was so stupid, only looking for surface wounds.
“What is it?” she asked, the flickering flames giving her a little light. His eyes remained half-mast, his hair a sexy tangle.
“You smell so good.” He nuzzled her neck and braced himself on his arms, giving her a chance to breathe again.
Nia rubbed his back. “Are you all right?—”
His mouth came down on hers. He kissed her like he was starving. His tongue slid inside, licking and sucking, tasting every facet of her.
God, this angel can kiss.
He fumbled at her chest, and a ripping sound echoed in the quiet room. She gasped as she looked down at herself. He’d torn through her new nightshirt—one she’d taken the time to change into before crawling into bed—right down the middle. He parted the layers, revealing her bare breasts.
His breathing grew raspier. “You are so beautiful?—”
“You ruined my nightwear.”
“Don’t wear any when you’re with me.”
Nia huffed, then moaned as his mouth grasped her nipple. He suckled with slow pulls, tasting and stirring her into a need that scorched her body. His hand came into play, plumping and squeezing her other breast.
She hooked her legs around his hips, and his cock, a hard bar, rubbed against her achy core. A whimper escaped her, arousal coiling in her body. “Lore…”
His brow furrowed. Another growl as he fumbled and unzipped his pants.
Why didn’t he just vanish them?
She kissed his chin, his mouth, and his cock sprang free. Thick, hard, and warm against her stomach. He shoved her panties aside, and his dick slid along her slick, aching core. A whimper caught in her throat at the connection of flesh to flesh. Nia moved her feet to rest near his hips, dropping her thighs open.
There was no finesse, no seduction, just pure need as he rubbed his length along her slit again, his cock grazing her clit—God! Then he was pushing, breaching her. The thick head slipped through, and she gasped despite being prepared for the stretching.
He grunted, shutting his eyes. She gripped his biceps, fingernails digging into his straining muscles, delicious tingles quivering through her. With a hard thrust, he sank deeper into her, and she panted at the tightness of his invasion, stroking her in all her erogenous zones. Pleasure soared, and her core clamped around him in response.
His groan was one of pure masculine need. “This…”
He grasped her knees, shoving them up to her chest, and then he was moving, shuttling in and out of her…
Everything faded except for this angel who wanted her.
Nia shifted her hips, and his cock grazed her clit.
“More,” she breathed.
Lore let go of her legs, and she braced her feet on the mattress again. His heated gaze on hers, he grasped her wrists with his hands, locking them above her head, and moved harder and faster, his shaft rubbing against her pleasure-heightened nub with every thrust. The erotic wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing. He brought one hand into play, sliding his thumb over her clit?—
God! Her moans turned into whimpers.
“Like that?” he rasped, eyes flaring to pure silver.
“Yesss…”
“Good,” he growled and angled his hips, his cock amping up the draggy sensation, his thumb working her clit, hauling her up, up, and up to the precipice. Nia moved her hips, chasing after her orgasm. Tingles cascaded through her, and Lore’s eyes blazed like white flame.
