I wrapped my arms around his shoulders lifting myself up while I drank him down, reeling in warmth of his body against mine. "Do all of you taste this wonderful?" I groaned.
"You'll never find out," he teased.
My body felt as though it had been struck by lightning. Desire shot through me, and I tore off Zuriel's shirt.
He returned the favor by ripping off my leather dress with such ease that I questioned the quality of the seams.
We kissed each other feverishly as he guided me to one of the stalls. Looking at the pile of hay he said, "Maybe we should go back to my quarters."
But for once, everything was falling into place. It seemed as though everything was in alignment and if we even stopped to blink, it would once again crumble. So, I shook my head pulling him down. "No. I want you right here, right now."
I undid his trousers and looked up at him in awe as his sizable cock began to fill and pointed right at me.
He shrugged.
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I slowly lowered myself, each inch of his manhood disappearing inside me and stretching my slickness to the limit.
With my eyes closed and my mouth half open, I impaled myself on his throbbing rod. Once he was in to the hilt, I braced my hands on his chest and remembered the scratch I left on his smooth dark chest. I bit the tip of my tongue and leaned down licking the wound.
I wasn't even sure that my blood could heal an injured Deabru, but the scratches grew closed with each lick. The way Zuriel moaned beneath me, his hips rising causing him to plunge into my depths when I licked him just right had me taking my time, spending long, loving attention to his chest.
I must have teased him too long because he enclosed me in his wings and rolled over on top of me. Pinned beneath his hulking body, he began to plow into me. I could barely move, but I didn't care, because at that moment there was nowhere I'd rather be than wrapped in his wings being taken hard and fast. Hay scratched against my bare legs.
"Oh Zuriel," I called out his name, my eyes rolling back in my head, "so good." I was barely coherent, something that seemed to only encourage Zuriel to pound me harder.
"Say you're mine," he commanded.
"Yours. Only yours." As he sent shock waves of pleasure through my body, I was hard pressed to remember what existed outside the peaceful enclosure of his wings. "Please don't stop," I begged.
Encouraged by my words, he grabbed my thighs and spread me wider. His wings slipped from under me and spread behind him as he thrust full speed into my quivering hole.
He fucked me as I lay on the cold stone of the stables and as my plaits came lose and hay began to entangle in my golden strands, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing.
With each thrust, pleasure built inside me to the point of no return and I exploded into a million pieces, my orgasm racking my entire body. As my wetness gripped and released him, he increased his pace until after one last thrust he froze inside me, filling me with his seed.
Panting, he collapsed next to me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed my temple. "Thank you."
"I literally tried to bite out your jugular."
He nuzzled against me. "Exactly. You didn't hide behind Sanguinese decorum and your remarkable self-discipline. You let me see how you really felt."
I threw back my head and laughed. I tried everything to make this man happy with me, and being mad enough to kill him was all it took. "Fine. You win." I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "If you want a demanding, disagreeable wife, I'll do my best to accommodate you."
He chuckled. "That's all I ask."
"Good, then the first thing we should talk about is Alik. You owe him an apology. He didn't do anything wrong and you shouldn't have scared him like that."
"Fine. I'll apologize. Speaking of apologizes, that's why I came looking for you. Mara is willing to make a public apology if you will agree not to send her away."
I shook my head. "No. But after three months if she wants to come back on her hands and knees begging for forgiveness, I'll consider letting her back into my court."
Zuriel smiled brushing a wayward strand from my face. "You know, I think we're going to make this work after all."
"Of course. When so much depends on our success, how could people like you and me fail?"
Zuriel placed his hand on my belly. Before the idea of bearing a Deabru child disgusted me, but now I could see the potential. A child born of two peoples, in line for both thrones. Our children would be a symbol of unity and I would do everything in my power to make sure they never knew loss the way their parents did.
In a lazy haze, the words came as natural as any. "I love you."
Bewilderment struck me and I bolted up. Sitting beside him, we both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock. A smile of excitement and contentment tugged at his lips and I couldn’t help but return the gesture. For the first time in my life I was finally able to say it.
And for me to be able to say it, it had to be true.
CONTINUE THE TALE WITH CLAUDIA’S BROTHER, JULIAN, AND HIS SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE.
Abigale is a forensic analyst who would much rather curl up with a good book than spend a night out on the town. But after her best friend drags her out clubbing, she stumbles upon a vampire in the midst of feeding.
To keep his secret, Julian whisks her away to his island home, cloaked by magic. She will learn to serve his needs or she will die. There are no other options.
Torn between fear and lust, forced to choose between love and loyalty, this is one puzzle Abby’s brilliant mind can’t crack.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adrianne Kane is an emerging author of paranormal romance. Find out more on her website:
adriannekane.com
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