Page 92 of Lust & Lollipops

A new, comforting weight pressed against my upper back as I leaned over him, panting and holding myself up with my hands on his chest.

His were on my waist, his grip firm enough that I knew he’d catch me if I started to crash down.

“I have wings, don’t I?” I whispered, still struggling to breathe.

“You do.” His eyes held mine, his fingers not reaching for the soft feathers I could feel brushing my bare back.

“How do they look?”

“Almost as stunning as the rest of you.” One of his hands lifted to my breasts, and he dragged a finger lightly over my tight nipple. I rocked a little, and his lips curved upward. “How do they feel?”

“Weird. Heavy.”

He chuckled. “It’ll take time to adjust to them.”

“I’m sure. At least I won’t have horns. My head would get too heavy to hold up.”

He snorted. “You’d manage.”

“I don’t think so.” I tried to raise my wings, but nothing happened when I did. “I don’t think I can move them.”

“The muscles will strengthen over the next few days. How much can you feel them?”

“I don’t know. Touch one.”

His eyes heated. “If I do that, you’ll have to ride my cock again, Lollipop.”

“Last I checked, I am still riding you.”

His lips curved in a wicked smile. “Must’ve forgotten.”

“Liar. You’re still throbbing inside me.” I moved my hips, and his wickedness faded, replaced with pure lust.

His fingers lifted to one of my wings, and I shuddered violently as he lightly touched the center of it.

“Sensitive. Too sensitive,” I choked out. “Not in a sexy way.”

“Sorry, Loll.” He captured my nipple again and pinched it lightly. “You feel amazing. Let me make you feel good again.”

“Are you asking if you can fuck me while you’re still inside me? That’s counterintuitive. Just do it.”

Those wings were really damn heavy.

My gaze was locked on his hand as fire danced over his fingertips.

Where his fire touched me, pleasure sizzled against my skin in a deliciously foreign way.

He trailed his fingers down my abdomen until they reached my clit, and holy hell, the intensity of his magic had me arching and climaxing with just the smallest touch.

The hand he didn’t have on my center remained on my hip, holding me up through my pleasure.

When I collapsed against his chest, trapping his arm between us, I was panting again. My heart beat wildly, and I tried desperately to catch my breath.

“What are you doing to me?” My body was trembling, and I somehow still wanted more. The thick erection still buried inside me wasn’t doing anything to ease that.

“Making you mine, Lollipop.” He captured my mouth with his, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back passionately. His fire reignited, and he carefully rolled us over again. I sucked in a breath when my wings met the blankets, but the light pressure felt nice after the initial shock.

When he started to move again, it was slower.

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