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He dips his head, grazing his teeth against my neck and trailing a hand over my body until shivers dance along my skin. I don’t want foreplay tonight. What I want is for him to devour me like he promised. I need him to make me scream until I lose my voice.
He cups my cheek, and I can’t help but lean in to the caress of his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Last chance to back out, Hayliel. Once I get a taste of you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” His words crash over me, drowning me in their truth. This thing between us is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and I would rather die than stop.
“I need you.” The words come out whimpered and desperate, but I can’t focus on how embarrassed I’d normally feel because he growls and tosses me onto the bed.
I sit on my knees, watching this glorious angel stride toward me with a wicked gleam in his green eyes. Slowly, piece by fucking piece, he takes off my clothes. There’s something so sensual about another person undressing you, and I know he’ll find out soon just how hot I am for him.
When I stand in only my panties and bra, he trails a finger up the wet fabric of my underwear. “So wet for me already,” he says, then lowers his head and kisses me through the fabric.
I moan, surprised by the sudden move, but it only proves to spur me on further. As he continues, I twine my fingers through his dark hair, desperate to feel him on my bare flesh. Finally, he pulls away, tearing the last shred of my clothes off.
For a moment, all he does is stare. I try not to let the self-conscious thoughts in, but even I know it’s futile. Not with this half-naked muscled god kneeling before me.
He stands, grabbing my legs before pulling me to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. “Spread those pretty legs for me.”
And that’s it. This is how I die. With the way he’s talking, I know without a single doubt that I’ll be leaving a goddamn snail trail on his bed. And he’s barely even touched me!
I sit up on my elbows, watching as he nips and kisses my thighs, his five o’clock shadow scratching against my oversensitive flesh. But he never once touches me where I want him to the most.
“Ezekiel …” I whine. I’m past the point of caring how I sound. So what if I’m a needy bitch? Nothing matters except more of this. Of him.
“Call me Zeke. Now tell me what you want, hummingbird,” he replies, his voice a deep timber. But he bloody well knows what I want and is actively avoiding it. The fucker.
I stay quiet, hoping he’ll get the hint as I raise my hips and try to direct him, but he only moves aside. Sometimes he gets close, the edge of his lips touching my clit slightly and by the smirk on his stupidly handsome face when he pulls back, I know he’s doing it on purpose.
With a groan, I give in. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Here?” He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
I roll my eyes. “No.”
“How about here?” He trails his tongue a little higher, his face close to my core.
“No.” I’m seconds away from flipping us over and sitting on his gorgeous goddamn face when he hovers over my pussy.
“And here?” His breath is hot against me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Before I can answer, he closes the distance.
“Yes!” I moan, tossing my head back as he licks and sucks the very soul from my body. My pussy pulses with a longing to be filled, but I don’t want him to pull away. He picks up his pace, my orgasm building rapidly with each passing second. Somehow he knows my body already, can sense that I’m so fucking close, but instead of giving me what I need, he slows down.
“You liked the idea of me fucking you in the sky, didn’t you?”
Damn. How can he read me so easily?
“Don’t even try to deny it. I felt your body react when I made my threat and, by all the Archangels, Hayliel, I almost fucked you among the clouds. Answer me truthfully and you’ll have your orgasm.”
I bite my lip and contemplate just rolling over to get myself off or even lying to get what I crave, but I’m not that stupid. The truth for an orgasm. That I can do.It’s not like he’s asking me to unfurl my wings.
“Of course I fucking liked it. And maybe someday I’ll let you, but I swear, Zeke, if you don’t—“
His eyes darken a split second before he lowers his mouth to me again. If I thought he had skill earlier, it’s nothing compared to this. I’ve been hovering on the brink of release for far too long, and finally, it comes crashing down around me.
My legs try to close as he continues his onslaught, but his massive shoulders get in the way. It’s both torture and ecstasy all at once, and it’s not long before another orgasm coils through me.
When my release subsides, I’m as limp as a wet fucking noodle. Zeke stands, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. The moment I see his thick erection burst free, I perk up. Like the energizer bunny, I’m ready to go again, and I need him inside me.
I flip on the bed, crawling toward his naked form with my mouth practically salivating. What in the fuck is going on with me today? I have never, not once in my entire existence, been so desperate to suck a dick. Not that I don’t enjoy it — or at least I think I would, if the few people I’d fooled around with weren’t total asshats — but this is different. The need to taste him consumes me.
