His reward for being a faithful angel? He wondered. She was definitely the best thing he’d ever experienced.
“I want you so many ways.” He hardly recognized his own voice, desperate and driven.
“Do it,” she whispered, thrusting her hips.
“I want you on your stomach. On the bed.” He used his wings to get her there and laid her down. He slid himself out of her and adored her breasts with his mouth even as he turned her over. Before he could lament their absence, he was taken with staring at her backside in this position.
She enticed him, lifting her cute butt off the bed and wiggling it sensually as she glanced back at him. Animal mixed with angel as Toren pulled his wings, ready to be more human.
“Oh, no, with your wings out,” she begged sweetly.
Hers to command, his wings obeyed as eager as the rest of him.
Toren carefully spread her legs and angled his head. His breath rushed out of him. “God help me you’re blowing my mind.”
Suddenly driven with the need to taste her, he slid his hands under the juncture of her legs then hoisted her straight up to his mouth. He buried his tongue inside her with a groan of delight, loving the way her muscles clenched on him.
“Oh Jesus, yes.”
He groaned harder, sliding his mouth to her clit to suck softly. He always felt her guilt when she used that expression. Sex had been such a negative part of her life, she’d grown to think it wasn’t holy.
He couldn’t wait to break that notion.
When she was close to orgasm he stopped and lowered her, sliding her sex slowly down his chest and abs, loving the view the entire way. When he positioned his phallus at her entrance he stared at that too.
“Oh God, do it, please.”
Toren’s eyes rolled shut and he entered her at a snail’s pace, wanting to feel everything. Her muscles embraced him sporadically and he was sure he could orgasm in that first slow thrust if he wanted. Not this time. When he reached bottom, he remained buried deep and worked her hips on him with the perfect pressure and angle. Not too much, not too little. Building an inner fire that would unlock the woman buried in her. She was so sensitive and ready, it didn’t take her long. Soon she was moving on him, fighting his pace, wanting more, harder, faster.
He’d never suffered such temptation.
But he resisted. Resisted her.
He soon found she didn’t like being resisted. She fought him for more pleasure, up on all fours, her moans and grunts filled with a very persuasive aggression. She finally gave up and let her upper body fall to the bed, panting. “Toren please. Please fuck me.”
The word did something to his mercury and he fell on her with a flick of his hips, his face next to hers, there to catch the beautiful cry he knew that would earn him.
“Yes, yes. Do it,” she begged weakly.
He rolled his hips again, a demanding and complete stroke against her core.
“Oh God, yes.”
Toren growled next to her mouth as he continued with that perfect roll, tasting her building orgasm in her every cry.
He felt her reach beneath her and began to rub her clit.
Toren nearly orgasmed on the spot. He bit her shoulder and laced his fingers in the hand next to her head, causing their wedding rings to glow. ,
“Oh God, oh God,” she cried, her brows drawn tight.
“Sam,” he gasped, beginning to lose his angelic control. “Sam, Sam.” He pressed his lips on her cheek, their hot gasps mingling as his pumps became vigorous.
She began that scream that mind blowing orgasm scream. It started out low then built, into a soul shattering tempo that Toren controlled with his thrusts. He roared when the sound peaked and broke his control, bringing his own earth moving climax. His hips pumped at a frantic pace and he filled her with his angelic passion for nearly thirty seconds, all while her body writhed under his with intense pleasure, making it perfect. Wanting to feel every bit of it, Toren pressed his body entirely into hers, grunting his satisfaction in her ear. “Toren?”
Terror seized him at the tone in her voice. He quickly pulled out of her and turned her. “Oh Father!”
“I can’t see, I can’t see!” she cried, grasping at him.
A sensation that Toren could only guess was panic launched him off the bed, calling Dorn and Kassern immediately. He held her close to him. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay. It’ll pass, it’s temporary.”
The words were spoken in complete and utter faith as he stroked her.
“I can’t see,” she whispered, scared.
The two angels appeared and Toren double checked she was covered. “Can you help me here?” As hard as Toren tried to sound calm, he knew he’d failed by the way her heartbeat sped up.