Summon Toren(87)

“There’s a bathroom in this room.”

She looked around and Toren willed the desire from his cock and helped her off him, pulling her lips to his as he did. “Mmm,” he whispered, tasting the passion lining her blood vessels. “Hurry so I can have you.”

She gave a light mmm back and held his face with a gentleness that tugged at his angelic heart. As her fingers glided off his face and she traipsed off in her naked perfection, he noticed it. A painful sensation in his body that grew with every step she took away from him. Amazement filled Toren as he realized what their binding had done to him. She was such a literal part of him, his body felt the physical separation. He guessed she didn’t feel it the same or she’d have said something. He was glad because it wasn’t the nicest feeling to experience as a wedding gift.

When she shut the bathroom door, he cut off the intricate connection he’d formed with her to give her some privacy. That hurt too. Worse than the distance thing. He got up and paced the room, trying to focus on something besides the agony happening in his mind and body. That wasn’t good. He’d have to learn to control that.

Toren heard the shower and growled. Ten minutes would feel like ten years.

She finally came out and he turned.

Her mouth hung open and she widened her eyes, pointing to the living room. “That. Is my song.”

At seeing her there, wrapped in a towel with her short hair tousled and drops of water still clinging to her skin, all his frustrations left as if they’d never existed. Toren thought about what she’d said and immediately listened, wanting to etch all her favorite things into his being. A slow smile bloomed on his lips when she dropped the towel and began to dance before him, shamelessly.

Holy Father.

She covered her mouth and laughed at seeing him gawk in open lust.

“Please keep on. I beg you.” He made no pretenses about how badly he wanted her to, hand on his chest, sincere pleading in his tone. And desire.

She gave him a seductive smile. “A wedding dance?” She bit her lip and swung her hips side to side and Toren lost his breath.

“Yes,” he whispered, suddenly dizzy.

She moaned seductively at seeing how much he got off to her dancing and thank God it emboldened her.

Toren sat on the bed and watched her become his passion in motion. God, she danced like she made love. Toren couldn’t resist manipulating her metals to remove absolutely all inhibitions. He wanted no shame to stand between them and he especially wanted her to dance for him with all her soul. He mentally found the volume control on the music and turned it up a little more, then adjusted the sound settings so she could feel the music in her body.

Toren had never been so aroused in such a way. The rhythm she displayed was all hers and rather contagious. It flowed into Toren and when she placed both hands on her ass and swung it left to right with a seductive glance over her shoulder, he stood. There was no denying his body’s need to answer her wordless beg.

The second she put her hand in his, they became one. Breathing as one. Dancing as one. Toren molded her body to his and it was as though he’d danced this way with her before. Then his own rhythm emerged, hard passion mixing with her sweet spirit. He felt the change in her body, what they made together, and Toren forced the music to match their unique tempo. Erotic Ballet to describe it in human terms flavored with the pulsing grind of dirty dancing. But there was nothing dirty about it. Toren was lost in the moment, fusing their metals to the music, creating the perfect wedding dance.

It was more arousing than he could stand and when the opportunity presented itself, he lifted her leg high on his hip and sheathed his cock in her without missing a step.

She cried out and arched her body into him, the explosion of desire so intense the music stopped. The timeless moment echoed with the sound of a hundred swords being drawn as Toren’s wings erupted behind him. He locked his gaze hard to hers, gasping through the breathless passion.

His hunger surged and the music returned, driving Toren to lick up the center of her chest. The taste of her sweat sent him into a feral frenzy of need, his mouth unable to leave the succulent taste of her body.

“Toren,” she moaned. “Make love to me.”

The sweet tone in her voice changed his entire world. Toren’s power swirled to accommodate her need and the music in the air changed to waves of silk gliding over their skin. The hum of a victorious warrior vibrated Toren’s wings and body, clear to his erection buried in her.

He cradled her body with his wings, freeing him to adore her with his hands and mouth. Her breasts were his beloved and he was all over them, tasting her unique flavor, memorizing her soft yet firm skin with his tongue. He sucked her plump and perfect nipple between his lips then scraped with his teeth. She rewarded him with a throaty moan that turned him into a mindless being. An angel man in an alternate universe where only Samantha existed. His wife. His flesh. His soul.