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This feels so good. You’ll make me come again if you keep this up.
Then, just like before, he thrust in quick sensual jabs and she rushed over the edge once more, crying out repeatedly. If he hadn’t kept her upper body pinned, she would have thrashed just for the pleasure of it.
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Reyes took fire down his throat, one of the most basic elements of life, of civilization, whether human or vampire. He took her essence, all that she was, and drank it in. He felt more vampire in this moment than ever before, as though something about the human, about Angelica, drove him back to his roots and helped him to know himself, all that he was.
He couldn’t get enough. His hunger for her knew no bounds. Feeding for him had always been perfunctory, a necessary part of the process, but not something to be savored. He’d fed from Sweet Dove, but only when she allowed and only as part of her pleasuring process.
When she wasn’t in the mood she’d throw him a half-dead slave from whom taking blood had been a difficult, soul-stripping process.
Now there was Angelica, her soft flesh, the sweetness of her blood, and the adoring way she caressed him. He’d never had an experience like this in his long-lived life. He hardly knew what to do or to think, except to continue enjoying her.
When he had his fill and released the serum into her blood that would replenish her supply swiftly he drew back and lifted up so that he could look at her.
He loved the euphoric expression on her face as he continued to push inside her, moving toward yet another orgasm. He had many techniques that could give her pleasure, and he rotated his h*ps so that his c**k swirled within her, rubbing the sensitive areas just inside her well.
She panted lightly. “Reyes, my God!”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Yes.”
He held her gaze, watching pleasure float over her face, moving in a lift of the brows, a curve of the lips, then a faint almost painful grimace and back. Her breathing was beautifully erratic.
He started moving faster, thrusting into her in a long, steady drive.
“Yes,” she whispered, still meeting his gaze.
Her lips were swollen with need and she looked ready to fly apart once more. He loved doing this to her.
“So close.”
“Come with me. Now, Angelica. Come now.” He leaned down and kissed her once, then drew back to watch the magic.
Her body arched. “Yes. Yes. I’m coming.”
He sped up, a burst of speed that opened her mouth, and she screamed, a sound that caused him to erupt. Pleasure streaked and he roared as each pump of his seed left his body.
She held on to his shoulders, panting once more. Then suddenly she arched and screamed again. Her body held him tight down low, squeezing the last ounce of pleasure from him.
Rocking into her, he groaned heavily with the last few pulses of his cock.
Her abdomen fluttered. “Reyes. What you do to me.”
He felt the same way as his h*ps settled down. He stared into her passion-drenched eyes, glinting in the dark, his vision warming her features. He smoothed her hair and kissed her again and again.
She kissed him back, her legs and body lax, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She slid her hands up and down his arms.
He remained connected to her for a long time, just looking at her, trying to understand how this miraculous thing had happened. For the first time in his life, he’d truly made love to a woman. He hadn’t just sexed her up, using her for relief, but he’d made love to her.
He realized he cherished Angelica, that she’d become valuable in his eyes, a woman he could trust.
How different his previous experience with Sweet Dove had been. Nothing about her spoke of trust, of anything good. She was narcissistic and vain and was somehow connected to the most powerful man in the Starlin Group.
“Hey.” Angelica’s voice called him out of his reveries.
“What is it?” Reyes asked.
“You left me there. Your eyes glazed over and your lips turned down.”
He huffed a sigh as once more he focused on her. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. We experienced a wonderful distraction just now, but our situation will call on each of us quickly. Besides, I should apologize as well. I was looking at you; then suddenly all I could think about was what it would be like to finally meet Scorpion.”
“And that’s something we’ll both do tomorrow night.”
But Angelica frowned. “Reyes, don’t you think it’s odd that Scorpion intends to reveal himself to you when not even Engles knows who he is? And you were only recently made a member of his organization.”
“I admit I’m uneasy, although he’s already said he’s been watching me for years. But worrying about any of it right now won’t help. We’ll know the truth soon enough.”
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The following evening Reyes dressed as a Roman gladiator and looked incredibly sexy. He frowned as he adjusted the metal brass armor over his chest.
Angelica knew that he’d had it made up weeks ago in anticipation of the Starlin event and that the brass works had taken a mold of his chest. She had a hard time keeping her hands off it, because even the ni**les looked exactly like his.
“If you keep touching my chest armor with that kind of gleam in your eye, I’m not sure I’ll be able to answer for what happens next.”
She took a step back, lifting her hands playfully. “Don’t you dare disturb either my costume or this hair.” She patted the rolls at the back of her head carefully. “Your housekeeper spent hours getting me to look this way.”
He wrinkled his nose. “And she probably used an entire bottle of hair spray.”
Angelica laughed. “I believe she did.”
His expression softened. “You look beautiful.”
She wore a long white gown in the Roman style, though it was split in the front to the crotch and in the back all the way to the waist so that again, as usual, her bottom would be on display. Despite these flaws, it was far better than any of the other fantasy outfits she’d had to wear and no doubt a hundred times more modest than what most of the slaves would not-be-wearing at the masked ball.
She turned sideways to expose the full-length cutout of the soft white linen fabric. Only one strip of fabric three inches in width held the front of the gown to the back on each side. “At least I’m mostly covered.”
His eyes fell to half-mast as he drew close and settled his hand on her waist. “Works for me.”
She reached up and kissed him, intending it to be a quick touch of her lips to his. But he turned into her and surrounded her with his arms, his breastplate hard against her chest. When she parted her lips he deepened the kiss, which made her sigh and lean against him.
