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“Stop talking and take me.” I slapped the water. Demanding, just like the Seraphim I am.
Zander grabbed my waist, lifted my legs to anchor around his hips, and lowered me to the water while his hands on my back kept me afloat. I moaned when he caressed my breasts. Oh, by the stars in heaven.
His mouth closed on my nipple and I arched my back, crying out his name. I extended my wings and flapped them, water splashing as I took in the feel of ecstasy. Something inside me exploded and I panted. And the harder he sucked, the more that spot below my belly ached, screaming to be touched and to be filled. And I wanted more.
“Zander,” I said with heavy breath. “Touch me lower.”
He spun us so fast, water spiraled and splashed onto the pebbled surface. “I know what you want, but I’m not going to give it to you just yet. I want you begging.”
“Maybe it will be you who will be begging,” I cooed.
“Challenge accepted.”
Zander’s hazel eyes darkened and pinned me against the rocky surface. His tongue trailed down my neck, over my breast, and then he disappeared under the water.
I expected him to resurface, but instead … Saving Grace, his mouth devoured between my legs.
“Zander, what are you doing to me?” I moaned.
The ache below my belly grew and I couldn’t take the longing anymore. I was just about to pull him up but he came out, water dripping from his unruly hair down the hard ridges of his abdomen. As those hazel eyes pierced through mine, he stroked me between my legs again, and then slid his finger inside me.
“I want you to be ready for me.” His breath was hot on my ear. “I want you to remember this day. To remember your first with me.”
My dainty fingers gripped his massive shoulders. “Show me.”
Some wild and untamed part of me took over. From what I’d learned, touching his cock unraveled him and drove him crazy. So, I stroked it.
His breath became faster. “Little Dove. I need you to stop.”
“Are you begging?” I teased, rubbing faster. “I can go under water if you’d like.”
Zander growled and pushed my hand away, parting my legs farther with his feet. “Are you ready for me? It might hurt at first.”
“Take me and stop talking.”
He pushed inside me. Pain and pleasure hit me all at once and drove me wild.
“Are you okay?” He cupped my face and stopped moving, still inside me.
“I’m no mortal, Zander,” I breathed. “Break me. I want more. I want to feel this desire and lust. Give me all of you.”
Zander growled so loud the sound bounced along the cave wall, and he thrust deeper. His hands kneaded my breasts, and I cried his name.
“Faster, Zander.” My breaths heaving, hundreds of butterflies fluttering caged inside my belly wanting out.
He made another heated sound, and while still pounding into me, he flashed his wings open and levitated us in the air. Our plumes caressed each other as if they were an extension of our arms stroking every part of our bodies. We were one, united in our touch, our kiss, and in us.
Zander floated on his back while I sat on top of him, giving me control. I held nothing back as our hands intertwined and my open wings met his, caressing while I rode him hard. I had no idea we rose higher until my head bumped the ceiling.
A flash of someone else with dark hair kissing me as we both levitated hit me suddenly, like an old memory, threw me off. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard his deep, velvety voice in my head, the same voice in my dream calling me Little Dove.
I must have hit my head hard when I was wounded. My fevered dreams were coming back to me like they had been real. I shook off the thought and came back to the present.
We both laughed and exchanged warm smiles. In that moment, I was not a warrior, but a human woman in love with an admirable man. I imagined a home with children.
Zander flipped us and thrust even faster as we sank lower. We plunged into the stream again, my wings protecting my back on the pebbled surface. We hollered with pleasure, our breath rising to the surface as bubbles.
My center throbbed as breath escaped me in pants. When Zander too reached the climax of his pleasure, we floated up to the surface, chests facing the ceiling. We were two boats, sailing blissfully into the sunset.
