She nodded, biting her lip, trying not to squeal with delighted laughter as all her wicked fantasies came true.
Cael was about to talk her through it.
“Inhale,” he whispered. She did. “And exhale.” He stepped closer, his cock pushing against her, but not breaching her yet. “Good. Again.”
When she exhaled a second time, he thrust in less than an inch. Just enough for her inner lips to wrap around his head.
“Good girl,” he sighed. “One more time.”
She did as she was told, and he pushed in deeper. Her body stretched around him, pinching, and she yelped.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He brushed her hair off her sweaty face and stroked his thumb along her cheekbone. “Relax. You can take it. Go again. Deep breath.”
His cock was barely in her—two, three inches, at most. But it already felt sofuckinggood, pleasure edged in the slightest pain.
She stared into his stormcloud eyes, savoring the lust and affection in them. All for her. She sucked in another inhale, then let it out slowly.
Cael dipped a hand to her breast, running a callused thumb over her nipple as he continued spreading her, filling her, lubricating himself with her arousal. Working himself into her in small increments. He pushed in, then retreated. Pushed in, then retreated. All while cooing soft words of encouragement that had her trembling beneath him. “Good. Yes. That’s it. Breathe.Goodgirl, taking me so well. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He speared his hands into her hair, folding himself over her and pressing their foreheads together. “Is this real, Xenia? Are you mine?”
“It’s real, Cael. I’m yours.”
He slanted his mouth over hers but kept his eyes open. Let her see every part of him, laid bare only for her.
Then he thrust all the way home and she could do nothing but scream with pleasure.
Cael’s soulleft his body.
That was the only explanation for the mind-erasing ecstasy he felt when he fully seated himself inside Xenia. Her perfect, tight heat swallowed his cock and he never wanted this moment to end. Wanted to spend the rest of his life trapped inside her, watching her pant his name, her curls askew and her cheeks flushed.
She wiggled her hips. A silent request for him tomove.
She didn’t need to ask twice.
He slid his palms under her thighs, then lifted them as he pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust back in again.
She kicked her head back, moaning his name and squeezing her eyes shut.
“Open them,” he growled.
She obeyed, her mouth forming a surprisedO. Like she couldn’t believe he’d actually fit inside her. He almost couldn’t believe it either.
He set a languid pace to start, priming her for his full force. “Gods, you feel perfect.”
He dipped his chin to watch his glistening cock plunge into her, drunk on the slick sounds and her soft whimpers.
Her hands traveled up her slim, golden torso to play with her breasts, and the sight of her pinching her nipples while he fucked her sent electric pleasure jolting down his spine. His wing shuddered. As if it remembered how good those fingers had felt the other night. Good, but this was better.
It was so much fucking better.
He increased his pace, slamming into her so hard that his balls smacked her ass. She cried out again.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded, digging his fingers into the flesh above her stockings. How many times had he imagined this exact scenario after he’d first seen her in them?
She brought two fingers down to her clit, rubbing in tight circles as she let loose a string of dirty babbling.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Yeah, right there.Oh High Gods… A little higher. Yes, right there,yesssssss… I’m so close. Harder. Never stop fucking me, Cael, please. Shit, yes.Harder!”
He bit his tongue to keep from laughing. Xenia had always been chatty. Of course she’d be chatty during sex. He loved it. Could listen to her stream-of-consciousness sex talk for eternity and never tire of it.
