Then Dez is on the bed. He’s picked her up and tossed her backward, so her head is on the pillow. He’s taking off her stilettos, loosening the buckles, slipping off the thin black straps, bringing the bare arch of her foot to his mouth.
“Rafe,” she pants as his mouth traces her toes.
“You sure you want this?” he asks.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He watches her face as he kisses her feet, as he makes her writhe in pleasure. “You consume me, Desdemona.”
“I do?”
“You have no idea how much I want this. How much I’ve needed this.” His mouth trails up the inside of her leg, kissing her knee, then the tender soft flesh of her inner thigh. He drags the skirt of her silk dress up higher with his teeth, until he exposes her black thong.
“Rip them off me,” she begs.
“The heat of your pussy is so hot,” he says, kissing her through the thin fabric. “Now I need you to get very wet.”
“Past that point.”
He nips at the fabric, pulling it aside with his teeth. Dez’s mind swirls with grief and confusion and a desire that works to blot out everything else. Rafe is still kissing her, right by her pussy. What is she doing? She shouldn’t be—
“Hey,” he says softly. “You still with me?”
His eyes lock with hers and she grabs him by the shirt collar, bringing his mouth up to hers. She pulls him close and sucks his lower lip. The pleasure she feels each time they kiss surges through her, filling her body from head to toe. She’s naked from the waist down, her dress hiked high over her hips, dangerously close to what she now knows is actual divine dick.
God, maybe she wouldn’t mind if it killed her. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
“I’m not going to do anything stupid,” he says, like he’s reading her mind. “I’m just going to make you come.”
“Smart,” she breathes.
Then his mouth leaves hers, tragically. But tonight, it’s not like the other times when he’s pulled away and left her aching. This time, his mouth almost immediately finds her, eating her like he’s starved, like he’s been in prison for a thousand years, like she’s the best thing he’s ever had. The pleasure of his tongue flat on her clit, then sucking, then playing with it so gently between his teeth makes her gasp and moan. He props her legs around his neck so he can get closer, deeper. So he can eat her like only an angel would know how to do.
Pleasure and need twine in her. She bows her back, bucking her hips against his mouth. This makes him moan, the vibration of his throat pulsing against her clit. She’s so hot, so wet in his mouth. Herpalms find the bony notches on his shoulders where his wings come out. She presses down, pushing him farther into her.
“I want to taste you for eternity,” he says, bringing his hand to her throbbing slit, pressing three fingers inside her—but slowly, inch by breathtaking inch. And she knows what he’s doing, giving her a taste of how he’d fill her.
“Fuck me, Rafe, I don’t care,” she begs.
“I thought you might say that,” he whispers, his breath against her most sensitive reaches. “But the thing is, I need you to stick around. So, I’m going to make you come with my mouth, and you’re going to like it very much. Sound good?”
“Please,” she breathes. “It won’t be enough.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Are you,” she gasps, “ever going to fuck me?”
“That,” he breathes into her, “is up to you.”
“If I become an angel?” she pants.
“And not a second later,” he tells her, tracing circles with his tongue.
Dez’s eyes drift closed as his tongue probes her folds, as he licks and sucks and presses his mouth hard against her. She’s caught in a pleasure so deep she can’t imagine it getting any better.
And then it does.
A cresting abyss of absolute ecstasy that makes her start coming with his name on her lips.
