She was going to claim him tonight. And she made a vow to herself that when he left here after this, he would forever be hers and no one else’s.
And it must have been working since a second later his eyes flashed red and he transported them from the tub to the bed.
Phoebe looked up with a startled gasp. “How do you do that?”
He shrugged. “A lot of practice and a little prayer that I don’t fuck it up.”
Laughing, she returned to nibbling that succulent hip bone and exploring a six-pack of defined abs she didn’t think a man could have unless they were airbrushed in by an artist.
Urian buried his hand in Phoebe’s hair as he fought the urge to take control. He wanted to be inside her so badly that he could barely stand it. It was an overwhelming craving. But he refused to take this from her, especially because it was her first time and he wanted it to be as special as she was. She meant so much more to him than his base urges. So he would hold back, even if it killed him.
And the way he felt, right now, it damn well might. Because this was hard. And getting harder by the minute.
Along with a certain piece of his anatomy …
Curious and sweet, she moved her hand again to cup him as she explored his body with the inquisitiveness that was part science experiment and passion. He’d never had a lover be so strangely attentive to his body. Almost as if she wanted to commit it to memory.
And then to his utter amazement, she moved her head and took him fully into her mouth.
With a fierce, deep growl, Urian shook all over as her tongue toyed with him.Oh dear gods!Panting and weak, he stared in awe of her golden head buried between his thighs.
To hell with this, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Phoebe looked up in surprise as Urian shifted his body. What was he doing?
With a devilish grin, he stretched out beside her and positioned his hips even with her head. She was completely baffled by what he was doing and what he intended.
His blue eyes turned warm and wicked. “Don’t stop, love.” Before she could respond, he nudged her thighs apart and buried his lips against her.
With a cry of supreme pleasure, she closed her eyes as he slid his tongue deep inside her. Dear God in heaven! It was incredulous. Never had she experienced anything like this! Forget the crap her sister read and kept shoving in her face! Nia was an idiot! Cassandra an even bigger one! They didn’t know anything about men! And she’d never listen to them again.
Her head spinning from it, she opened her legs wider. He took her invitation. Wanting to return the favor for him, she dipped her head and went back to what she’d been doing because if this felt half as good to him …
Yeah, she wanted to keep him happy and make sure he never belonged to any woman but her again.
Urian’s head spun as he again felt her mouth and tongue close around him. He cupped her hips to him as he ran his tongue over her and felt her quiver in his arms. His little angel was incredible. And to think he’d actually considered killing her.
You were an idiot!
Yeah, he was. But then he’d never had a lot of brains to begin with. For so long now, he’d been running on empty. Just doing whatever his father told him. A mindless tool that killed on command.
He’d become the very thing Sheba had wanted him to be.
An attack dog.
Urian Deathbringer. Thánatago.
But with Phoebe Peters, he was something more. Something better.
For the first time since Xyn’s death, he felt alive again. He found a reason to breathe. To get up in the evening and to let himself feel real emotions.
He wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or curse her for it.
Phoebe couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Where she found the courage to do these things with a cold-blooded Daimon, she didn’t know. She’d been told her entire life to run from creatures like Urian. That they would kill her and her family.
Yet she’d never felt safer.
More wanted or beautiful.
