Her Fierce Warrior (X-Ops #4)(33)

Just when she was sure Angelo would put his mouth on that most secret  part, his hands tightened on her hips and he spun her around so that her  bottom was facing him. She almost asked what he intended to do … until  she imagined him kissing this part of her body like he'd done to her  front. A whole new kind of tremor ran through her.

But instead of experiencing the pleasure of his mouth on her backside,  she felt him tense. She had only to look over her shoulder to understand  what had given him pause. He was staring at her back and the scar that  ran from her right shoulder blade down to her opposite hip.

Minka opened her mouth to tell him that the younger doctor, Renard, had  sliced her to the bone with one of the guard's knives out of anger a few  days before she escaped. The cut had been severe and terribly painful  at the time, but now it was barely even discernible and no longer hurt  at all. But the words came out as nothing more than a sigh as Angelo  began to softly kiss every single millimeter of that scar. The tender  reverence he showed as he did it brought tears to her eyes, reminding  her again that he was like no man she had ever met.                       
       
           



       

When he'd kissed away every bad memory of what had happened, Angelo  stood and turned her around, then kissed her tenderly on the lips again  before stepping back to gaze at her nude body. It felt very strange to  be completely naked in front of him while he was still fully  dressed-strange but not bad. Earlier, he had said she was beautiful, but  now she felt the truth of his words in the way he looked at her.

Angelo reached over his shoulder and grabbed his shirt, yanking it off  in one smooth motion. His boots and jeans quickly followed, leaving him  standing there in nothing but a pair of very tight underwear straining  to contain his arousal. He moved to take them off, and while she  desperately wished to know what was hidden under there, she stepped  forward to stop him. She suddenly wanted to take her time and explore  first.

Minka had seen Angelo like this the previous nights they had slept  together on the couch, but now it was different. Now she had permission  to touch anywhere she pleased.

She placed her hands first on the thick, strong muscles of his chest,  feeling his heart beat fast and rhythmically under her fingers. Her nose  had already told her that he was excited-the scent was unmistakable.  But it was still good to feel his heart pounding like it was.

She slowly moved her hands lower, feeling his muscles flex under her  touch. He inhaled sharply as she lightly grazed the hardness pushing to  escape his underwear. She smiled even as she felt her face heat at her  boldness. She couldn't believe what she was doing.

She went even lower, massaging his powerful thighs before going back to  trace the hardness hidden beneath the thin material of his underwear.

Angelo was the one who finally shoved them down. That was fortunate, since she didn't think she could have done it.

Minka tried not to gasp as his hard shaft sprang out. It was … huge. At  least, she assumed it was-she had nothing to compare it to. Regardless,  the throbbing between her legs doubled in intensity at the sight of him.

She boldly ran her hand down his stomach until it came to rest on the  base of his shaft. Then she moved even slower, carefully letting her  hand encircle his thickness, squeezing softly. It was so hard and pulsed  in time with his heartbeat. She wanted to explore his shaft more, eager  to move her fingers all the way to the tip and the bead of glistening  clear fluid, as if waiting for her. But Angelo caught her hand with a  groan, and before Minka knew what was happening, he lifted her up and  set her on the bed. Taking one ankle in his hand, he kissed his way down  the inside of her thigh. She would have complained about him  interrupting her exploration, but the feel of his hot mouth on her skin  made talking impossible.

Angelo pushed her legs wider, and she clutched the blanket,  instinctively knowing where he was heading. Having her legs pushed so  far apart-with Angelo able to see everything-was amazing.

Eyes smoldering, he nipped at her inner thigh, his perfect white teeth  gently sinking into skin that she'd never realized was so sensitive. Her  fingers twisted into the blankets, and she could feel her claws trying  to slip out. But she was too focused on what Angelo was doing to worry  about whether they did or not.

When Angelo reached the center of her secret place, she thought her  claws really did come out and dig into the blankets, but she couldn't be  sure. She dropped her head back, moaning long and loud as his tongue  glided up and down her wet folds.

Her whole body trembled, and she knew she'd never in her life  experienced a feeling as wonderful. The bliss as the tip of his tongue  came into contact with the sensitive core at the top of her cleft was  beyond simple pleasure. It was almost transcendent.

Minka heard a familiar sound in the distance, and it took her a moment  to realize it was her-or maybe the beast inside her-purring as she  writhed against Angelo's mouth. Her breathing came faster and faster.

She arched up on the bed as Angelo gripped her bottom in his hands and  lapped at her wetness with his tongue. The waves of pleasure continued  to grow until she was sure she would explode.

But she didn't. Instead, she continued to orgasm until her body was so  wrung out she could barely move. Only then, when she knew she could take  no more, did Angelo move his mouth away.

Minka fell back against the bed, gasping and panting to catch her breath  as small tremors of pleasure wracked her body. She didn't even realize  Angelo had left the room until she heard movement over by the door. She  lifted her head just in time to see him walking back into the bedroom,  slowly rolling a stretchy, translucent material down his long, hard  shaft. She knew what it was, but yet again, it was something she had no  actual experience with. She was gaining a lot of that tonight.                       
       
           



       

When he finished getting the condom rolled into place, he walked over to  her, his eyes hungry. His heavy erection swayed as he climbed in bed  with her, and she moved back a little to give him room between her  thighs.

Her heart started racing all over again, both from the scent of her  essence all over his face and the thought of what it would feel like to  have that thickness buried deep inside her. For such a big, muscular  man, Angelo was extremely careful as he moved between her thighs and  leaned over her. He made sure to support all his weight with one arm as  he kissed his way from her belly button, up past her breasts, until he  finally reached her mouth.

Kissing him after he'd been down there was different, but his flavor  mixed with hers wasn't displeasing. She was so focused on how delicious  the combination was that she almost jumped when the head of his erection  nudged against her wet, aroused opening.

Angelo must have taken her surprise for fear, because he broke the kiss  and started to back off. She quickly wrapped both legs around his waist,  pulling him back in. Then she reached up and buried her fingers in his  silky hair, tugging him back down for another kiss. He must have gotten  the message because he repositioned the tip of his shaft at her opening  and slowly moved it up and down.

Minka gasped against his mouth again, not in surprise, but at the  tingles that shot through her when his hardness touched that sensitive  little bud at the top of her opening. She was about to complain about  his endless teasing again, but then, as if he instinctively knew she was  ready, he moved his shaft lower and slowly pushed it inside her.

She was right-he was huge. But definitely not more than she could take.  As he slid deeper, she held her breath a little, expecting it to hurt.  She'd heard before that a woman's first time could be painful. But then  she realized that few women had the opportunity of being with someone  like Angelo for their first time.

No matter how much she urged him to go faster, either by grinding her  hips against him or pulling him tighter with her legs, he refused to  rush it. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, going deeper a fraction of  an inch at a time. It never hurt, but just kept getting better and  better.

Minka couldn't pinpoint when the sensation changed from extremely  pleasurable to oh my God, I am going to die if you don't thrust faster.  One moment she was moaning softly, and the next she was yowling and  screaming, yanking him in with her legs as hard as she could and begging  for him to take her harder and faster.

She looked up to see him gazing into her eyes as she felt her orgasm  approaching. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes as she writhed and  panted under him, or maybe it was just the fact that he was buried in  her as deeply as he could be. Either way, she knew this climax would be  very different than her first one.