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On a growl, Wrath ripped her jeans clean off her. Her chaste white cotton panties were all that stood between Wrath and those hot eyes.
His lips quirked as he looked at her panties. “Now that’s more what I expected.” He gripped the sides of her panties, and they went the way of her jeans. “But they’re going to have to go.” He pressed her thighs apart. “Are you wet, angel?”
She felt no awkwardness as he looked at her intimate flesh. “Yes.”
“How wet?” His hands were warm and rough as he stroked the inside of her thighs toward her core.
Not close enough. “Find out.”
“I think I might.” Lowering himself to his knees beside the bed, Wrath yanked her closer to the edge. He pressed his nose against her and breathed deep.
His low rumble of pleasure made her flesh prickle.
He flattened his tongue against her slit and licked.
Haziel arched off the bed at the simultaneous onslaught of hot, silky, and wet against her core. She dug her hands into his hair and pressed him closer. She needed more.
Wrath growled against her, and even more pleasure shot through her. She wondered if she wouldn’t be able to hold out long enough.
But Wrath was in no hurry. He teased, he licked, he drew closer to her clitoris, then retreated after little more than a gentle touch.
“Wrath,” she panted, writhing her hips to increase the pressure and the contact. She tightened her fingers in his hair.
“Yes, angel?” His blue eyes blazed at her over the length of her body. “Did you want something?”
“You know what I want.”
He licked her clit on a lazy swipe. “Say the words.”
“Make me come.” Even if she could lie, she was way beyond that.
“My pleasure.” He made that animal rumble again and fastened his lips around her clit.
Haziel’s climax coiled through her belly and thighs. She flew over the precipice with a mindless scream.
Wrath rose and crawled up her body. It was like being stalked by a predator, and Haziel felt too boneless to protest.
His erection brushed against the inside of her thighs.
He lowered his full weight on her and bracketed her face with his hands. “Hey.” His smile looked remarkably like a smirk as he brushed her tangled hair away from her sweaty face. “Nothing to say now?”
Sometimes words were largely overrated, and Haziel reached between them and palmed his cock. “You’re not done yet.”
“No?” He pressed into her hand.
Haziel shook her head. “Not even close.”
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “So beautiful when you come.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, over the pulse in her neck, and nipped her earlobe. “What do you need?”
A fresh ache of need washed over her. She felt empty inside where she wanted him the most. “All of you.”
He lowered one hand and parted her flesh. The sight of his big hand gripping his cock almost threw her over the edge again. And then his broad head was at her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.
Haziel arched off the bed as he filled her.
“And you’re not done yet,” he growled as he pushed deeper into her.
Haziel felt full, but he pressed home until he was fully seated.
