The Angel Wore Fangs(60)

She felt dizzy and disoriented. A blue haze rose from his shoulders and swirled above and around them. At the same time, she smelled peppermint and coconut, an odd but wonderfully complementary combination. Nothing overpowering, just a wispy tease to the senses, coming and going.

She tore her lips away from his and gazed up at him. His eyes were pure silver now, not their usual blue. His lips were swollen from her kisses, and even though he kept his lips pressed together, she knew the fangs were extended inside his mouth. A double whammy for the male of the vangel species, she supposed. Their arousals couldn’t be hidden because they got fangs as well as erections.

“I want so much to explore your body, to touch you. Here.” He brushed his fingertips over one breast.

She inhaled sharply at the exquisite pleasure.

“And here.” He cupped her pubic bone and brushed his middle finger over the wetness between her legs.

Her heart stopped for a moment, then started a beat/counterbeat with her clitoris.

“But I cannot wait.”

And he thinks I can? She was a tingly mass of beating cells that were passing over her body in waves. She closed her eyes and arched upward. She might have moaned.

Cnut used that opportunity to lift her knees and press them upward, opening her to the sudden plunge of him, hard and big and smooth, into her body. He filled her.

And she welcomed him with repeated clasps of her inner muscles that moved and shifted to accommodate his size. Her clitoris felt wide open and vulnerable when he drew back and thrust in again, hitting her in precisely the right spot.

A shattering mass of nerve endings exploded between her legs, causing a reverberation of spasms to pass to other parts of her body. Everywhere. Her breasts. Her toes. Her palms. Even her scalp.

That preliminary orgasm stretched her inner walls and allowed him to enter even more deeply, so far she swore her womb shifted. And it was preliminary because she felt as if this was just the beginning, and Cnut definitely hadn’t got his satisfaction yet. Sweat beaded his forehead, and muscles strained in his arms as he began a rhythmic thrust/retreat, thrust/retreat, thrust/retreat, in and out of her body, accompanied by a wet, sucking sound down there that would have embarrassed her if she had the sanity to understand what was happening. The strokes started long and slow but then became short and hard, but over, and over, and over, each time hitting her overstimulated clitoris. If she got any more light-headed she was going to faint.

“Now! Now!” she begged.

“Not yet, sweetling. Relax.”

Relax? Is he crazy? But she liked the sweetling endearment, or she would if she had any particle of brain left in her head to recognize what was happening, let alone being said.

She planted her feet on the bed and tried to arch upward to hasten this maddening assault of tortuous pleasure. That only seemed to arouse him more. He made a raw sound deep in his throat and rolled his hips from side to side when embedded in her.

She screamed then. Something she’d never done before. But she couldn’t help herself. The orgasm that came over her was so powerful and so long, it shook her entire body. Pulsing hotly between her legs, up through her convulsing vagina, out through all her limbs, causing her breasts to swell and her nipples to ache.

When she was able to look up, she fully expected Cnut to be laughing at her. So needy and sexually deprived that she would act like this!

But he was in the midst of his own earth-shattering climax by the look of him. His back was arched back and his teeth were bared, but he seemed to be in some distress. “I can’t . . . oh bloody hell, I can’t come.” His eyes connected with hers then and she saw the pain in them before he whispered, “I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry . . .”

On those words of inexplicable apology, he unbraced his arms and used his fingers to comb through her hair, adjusting her face to the side. With one last “Sorry,” he lowered himself and sank his fangs into her neck.

It didn’t hurt, except for a pinprick sensation, and it happened so quickly she had no chance to protest. And then . . . oh my God, then . . . she seemed to swirl up in the air, the two of them entwined in a full-body orgasm. Twirling, twirling, twirling, like a reverse tornado funnel. She felt him ejaculate inside her, and then they seemed to melt together and fall to the earth . . . to the mattress . . . together. It was as if they’d fused into one being.

She lost consciousness.

When she awakened, Cnut was licking her neck as if to heal his mark there. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean . . .”

She pressed her fingertips to his mouth to halt his words and shook her head. “Don’t apologize. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.” She paused and added, “How soon can we do it again?”