But he kept taking me to the edge without letting me fall.
Delayed gratification.
I was going to kill that Incubus later. Just after I killed Ezra.
When I admitted that out loud, my Archangel laughed. Then he sucked my sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and unleashed the most exquisite kind of agony through my being.
I felt hot. Cold. Shivering and sweating. Everything burned and froze at the same time, my power spiraling out of control, only to be calmed by Ezra’s presence.
Give and take.
Push and pull.
Fire and ice.
Archdemon and Archangel.
“Ezra,” I breathed, arching into his mouth and weeping at the perfection of the moment.
“Are you going to come for me, little heiress?” Ezra’s low rumble of words vibrated my core, causing my thighs to clench.
“Are you going to let me?”
“Yes, darling, I am. And do you want to know why?” He nipped at my swollen nub, his golden irises intense as he met my gaze.
I swallowed, half-insane with need and half-furious at this game of sensual torment. “Why?”
“Because you’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth sealing around me again as he stared me down.
His words, coupled with that commanding look, left me breathless and writhing beneath him.
Then his tongue swirled.
And my life ended in a climax that shot me directly to the heavens and the bowels of hell at the same time.
“Because you’re mine.”
Yes.
Yes, I am.
And you’re mine, too.
The words whispered through my mind, rolling around in a hypnotic sequence that pulled me into a new existence of acceptance.
A world with a future I wanted to consider.
A place where I might actually be happy.
In the arms of an Archangel. My mate. The male I wanted to hate. Yet I found a part of myself starting to love him instead.
I nearly wept in response.
But then Ezra’s body joined mine, his cock perfectly fitting inside me as he fucked me into a beautiful state of oblivion. Chasing our pleasure. Reinventing our dreams. Cherishing this peaceful moment in time.
His lips whispered promises against mine. Promises I accepted. Promises I craved.
And I returned the sentiment in kind with my tongue.
