He shuddered, dipping his mouth to the base of her neck, and pressed his cool lips to her overheated skin.
The music ebbed and flowed as they swayed together, clinging to each other, both utterly exposed in a mournful goodbye.
As he pulled back to look at her, a lock of hair tumbled down his forehead. He brushed his mouth across hers—a plush, whisper-soft graze.
Her knees buckled and the arm around her lower back tightened, supporting her, as he deepened the kiss and swallowed her answering whimper.
She poured all of her reckless need for him into this last kiss. If this was the final taste she’d be allowed, she intended to takeeverything.
He groaned into her mouth as she stroked her tongue along his, his frenzied hands memorizing her body.
Turning and pushing her against the wall, he gripped her wrists and raised her arms above her head. Radiant heat flooded her veins as he licked her collarbone, kissed down her torso, rolled a tender nipple across his tongue. He nipped at her neck, his breath warm on her throat as he whispered, “Do you touch yourself, Xenia?”
He ground his hips into her aching center, pressing his hardness into her, and she shuddered out her answer. “S-sometimes.”
“Show me.” He stepped back, then dipped his hand below his waistband, stroking himself under his tight black shorts as his ravenous gaze blazed a trail along her ignited flesh. As if he were starved for her, wanted to devour her whole and suck the juices from her very bones.
She trailed a hand down her body, never tearing her eyes from him, and tucked her fingers into her underwear.
“No. Take off your panties. Let me see you.”
His command echoed through her, pulsing a deep throb between her legs. “You first,” she begged.
He angled an eyebrow, the side of his lip rising into a crooked smirk as he pushed his shorts down.
All of the air whooshed out of Xenia’s lungs as she beheld the most breathtaking cock she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many.
But Holy HighGods.
It strained towards her, long and thick and heavy andperfect.He stroked himself again, squeezing out a glistening bead of moisture that she ached to taste. “Your turn.”
Finding her breath again, she lowered her panties to the floor, then stepped out of them and leaned her shoulders back against the cool cloth wallpaper.
His searing gaze followed the finger she traced down her stomach, and his wing shuddered as she dipped into her growing wetness before slowly circling her clit. With her other hand, she cupped and massaged her breast, and a jolt of pleasure-soaked pain shot to her core as she pinched her nipple, imagining her fingers were Cael’s fangs.
Fangs that gleamed between his parted lips, his chest heaving. The veins on his muscled forearm bulged as he tugged his cock, and he expelled a whimpered curse as she plunged two fingers inside herself, pressing her clit with the base of her palm and rocking her hips as she chased that delectable friction.
She anchored her hooded gaze to his savage, beautiful face, and the sight of him coming undone as he touched himself, watching her, was enough to bring her to the edge.
It was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever witnessed.
Until he lowered himself to his hands and knees, his wing splayed above him, andcrawledto her.
She stared down past her breasts as he lifted her leg and arranged it over his shoulder.
“Promise me you’ll never settle for less than you deserve again, Xenia.”
A breathless whisper sighed out of her as she braced her palms against the wall. “What do I deserve?”
“A male who will worship your body.” A long, slow lick up her inner thigh. “A male whose greatest pleasure is delivering yours.” A reverent kiss to her glossy, swollen lips.
“A male who would beg to drop to his knees before you.”
She could barely speak. “Are you that male?”
“I hope you’ll allow me the delusion. Just for tonight.” He breathed her in, whispering against her quivering sex. “I’ll never deserve you, Xenia. I’m—”
“If you say what I think you’re about to say right now, Cael, I swear to fucking Amatu, I will smother you between my thighs.”
