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My fingers trailed along her pearls on the way to the top button of her shirt. There was no way I’d make it through all the buttons but for some reason I felt the need to tease her a little. Watch her eyes on my hands as I worked a few of them free.

She sucked in a breath when I suddenly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. The outline of her ribs still visible when I threw it to the floor. I fingered the little flower on the latch between her breasts before I set them free. They were perfect like the rest of her, the rosy tips taut and begging for attention.

I gladly dropped to my knees before her, her beautifully gleaming pussy at eye level. She smelled fantastic, that heady mix of her arousal and flowers. Her hands dropped to my shoulders as I lifted a leg and draped it over my shoulder, eager to bury my face in the best pussy known to man.

Her little mewls and gasping moans as I ate her out like she was my last supper only spurred me on. As my tongue worked her clit, I slid a finger inside her, curling it upward. The leg on my shoulder twitched, and I added a second finger. She grabbed my hair, yanking on the strands as she came in my mouth, and I knew I’d never tire of her taste. Or anything else about her.

She wasn’t just sheer perfection when she sucked my cocked. The way she shouted her pleasure was my ultimate aphrodisiac and I couldn’t get enough. One orgasm rolled into the next and my fingers dug into her hips, refusing to let her go, holding her up when she couldn’t stand anymore.

The only thing that broke through my haze was the husky voice above me. “Hunter, please, I need you inside me.”

How was I going to say no to a request like that? Besides, there would be plenty of time to taste her later, when her arousal dripped down her thighs from my cock.

Standing up, I turned her around, my hand at her throat as I entered her from behind. There was no waiting for her to adjust, it had been days, and my need was too great. Her cunt gripped me tight, warm, and drenched, welcoming me home. My own slice of heaven given to me by the angel who didn’t know how truly powerful she was. How she ruled the dark beast inside me.

She tilted her head back, her moans filling the room. My cock swelled impossibly inside her and still she rocked against me. Those pearls, how I loved to watch them glide along the column of her neck as I fucked her.

Her cunt tightened around me, her arousal coating both of us, and I squeezed lightly. It was like an explosion, her orgasm. Exquisitely beautiful, this woman looked when she was in the throes of her pleasure. And I gave it to her. Only me.

“My pussy,” I grunted in her ear. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch it. To take away what’s mine.”

She shivered in my hold, angling her head until golden eyes tinged with green stared back at me. “I was always meant to be yours, Hunter, like you are mine. No other woman can have you. Ever.”

Her breathy words of possession filled me up, spreading through my veins like blood. She was right. There would never be anyone else. None of the ones who came before mattered and there would be none after. Love might be beyond me, but loyalty I could easily give her. That she even wanted it, or me, rather demanded that I give it to her, was my undoing.

My roar of satisfaction as I emptied inside her mingled with her own cry of satisfaction. Her pussy milked every last drop from me, my body spent, satisfied, complete with it. She went limp in my arms, and I picked her up, walked her over to the bed, and gently laid her on top of it.

After I crawled in beside her, she nestled into me, just like the first time she slept in my bed. Her desire to be skin to skin settling me, blocking out every thought that wasn’t her. She had a way of wrapping around me, filling me, that I’d never wanted before.

Her voice was soft as she asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

I understood her just as well as she did me. That wasn’t what she was really asking. What happened to her may have damaged a part of her, yes, but in my eyes, it only made her stronger. And she would need that strength to be with a man like me.

“My beautiful aniol, I will always want you. In my home and in my bed. There will never be a time that I will let you leave me. Even if you wanted to.”

She huffed out a breath and muttered, “I think you have the wrong sister with that description.”

I pulled back and tipped her chin up with my finger. “I don’t think I do. The beautifully damaged angel is the only one capable of bringing the devil to his knees.”

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