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The suckling pressure increased, her tongue rippled and rolled just beneath the head along the desperately sensitive nerve-laden area, and she took him deeper. So deep he could feel her little moans like fingers rasping over the throbbing head.
Holding her firmly in place with his fingers in her hair, Duke knew he’d already lost control. He’d lost it the second that hot little mouth tightened around his cock.
Holding on to her, watching her, he thrust against the suckling heat, pushing inside, retreating, and feeling the tight heat drawing more firmly, quickening against his flesh.
He’d intended to pull free when he reached that point where it would be impossible to release her. Duke had no idea he’d passed that point the first second he’d watched her lips stretch around his dick.
That point was gone now, there was no retreat, there was no going easier on her. He stared down at her, watching her, as he fucked her mouth, torn between agony and ecstasy as he felt his cock thicken, felt the warning tension of nearing release invading his senses.
Ah fuck.
He was dying in her mouth.
His balls were tight, his release boiling in them. His lips drew back in a snarl, tortured pleasure raking his senses and shredding his sanity.
Angel’s hungry little mouth and tongue were destroying him. He’d never expected this, never imagined she could steal into him and shred his control as no other woman had ever done.
“Fuck, baby. Draw back.” He barely recognized his own voice. “Angel, damn . . .”
She didn’t draw back. She became hungrier, her moans wilder, her wicked, wicked fingers playing his balls as her mouth sucked, her tongue stroked, and she took him with such greedy enjoyment he felt that last edge of reason explode along with his release.
“Fuck. Fuck. Tongue it. Suck it . . .” The first hard blast of his seed tore through him with white-hot rapture. Holding her head with both hands, keeping her in place, he bucked against her mouth, felt the heat of it searing him as each brutal shot of release tore from him in a lightning bolt of such pleasure he swore it would mark his soul.
His head tipped back, eyes closed, but he still saw her face. Saw it flush with added heat, the way her lashes fell to her cheeks, the way she worked to take each shattering pulse of his seed.
Tension racked him. Forked fingers of slamming sensation held him in their grip, ripping along his nerve endings and filling his senses with a pure savage pleasure.
And damn her, it wasn’t enough.
The broad head pulsed, throbbed, so damned eager to be buried inside her that even his balls ached.
Pushing her back on the bed he moved between her thighs, lifting her to him, watching as each inch of flesh disappeared into the lush, hot depths of her pussy.
She was the most pleasure he’d ever known in his life. She was a challenge, a comfort, a constant dare in the face of danger, and a reminder of everything worth fighting for.
Easing inside the snug grip, he came over her, his hand cupping her face, his gaze locked with hers. He had to clench his teeth to keep from saying something totally sappy. Something completely crazy.
Like he couldn’t imagine life without her, without this. That he couldn’t let her go, he wouldn’t let her go.
But he knew Angel. And his ability to speak, to do anything but let the pleasure rush through him, around him, was gone. The second he buried his full length inside her, the second he felt her coming around his flesh, it was over.
He was a man possessed. Moving inside her hard, deep. Thrusting inside her, taking her as though he hadn’t already spilled himself in her sweet mouth.
When the explosion shattered his senses again, he didn’t fight it, didn’t fight any part of it.
He claimed her.
He just hadn’t informed her of that yet.
SIXTEEN
Later that day, Angel finished another long trek around the yard surrounding the house. She was pretty certain the twisting, natural border of cleverly woven wisteria and wild grapevines was sprinkled with what appeared to be either dark thorns or sharpened spikes.
Going through any part of it appeared impossible, but the more she studied it, the more she was certain there had to be a way through it.
As much as she hated it, she had to admit she was going to need either Chaya or Natches to explain the puzzle in the natural boundary around the house as well as the strengths and weaknesses of the property.
Should she need to run, with or without Bliss in the event of an attack, or need the best vantage point, then it would be quicker if some of those were pointed out to her. Duke was still learning the property himself and had gone into the forest around the house with Seth and Saul more than an hour before and hadn’t yet returned. That left either Natches or Chaya.
