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His words were clear, but laced with a thickened accent.

Izzy sucked on her lower lip, craving to have him cover hers again. No, she wanted something more. Much, much more. Whoever said patience was a virtue was an ignoramus.

Her only coherent thought came out as a demand. “Shirt.”

Grimacing at her lack of verbal skills, she reached underneath his loose garment while his lips moved along her shoulder. When had her shoulder become bare? The question flew away when he nuzzled the sensitive line of her neck and shoulder.

Izzy sighed with pleasure. The scrape of his nimble teeth sent tremors racing down her back, straight to her convulsing womb. She cried out in surprise.

Grasping the front of his shirt in a tight grip, she tried again to get her naked skin against his. “Off.”

“Whatever you wish,” came his rumbled response.

She blinked. Not only was his shirt gone, so was everything else he wore. Her knees weakened as she took a step back to survey the bounty before her.Oh my stars.She’d never been anyone as spectacular as he was. Dark-copper skin covered a bevy of solid muscles from his broad shoulders to his tight calves. A smattering of black curls covered the hills and valleys of his chest, just enough for her sensitized nipples to stand at attention and beg, “Yes, please”.

Izzy lowered her gaze to his magnificent erection, straight and thick. She sucked in a breath. The circumference had to be as wide as her wrist. She swallowed, not sure if she was excited or terrified, imagining all of that fitting inside her.

Asmodel reached down and engulfed his uncircumcised self with a firm hand, rolling the deceptive looking pliant flesh in a rounding motion. With lazy, half-lidded eyes, he gazed at her as a panties-melting smile creased his full lips. “Izzy,” he growled, his eyes narrow.

Her womb clenched tighter and her vagina tightened, causing a trickle of her cream to coat the outside of her sex.

Oh my.

“I have to touch you.” He closed the distance between them. “I cannot think straight for the desire to feel your soft skin. To immerse myself in all the ways a man does with a woman.” He gripped her upper arms and stared down at her heaving breasts.

Noodles. Her legs were nothing but wet noodles. How could they possibly work when he talked like that? Izzy swore the room spun. Good thing her hero was there to save her from fainting like some Victorian maid. Oh yes, him sweeping her up in his massive arms was worth everything that had happened to her since she left Earth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Her heartfelt moan slipped inside their kiss as he lowered her to the bed.

He eased over her, covering her with his heated body. “Izzy—” He pulled back. “—I’m going to taste every luscious ounce of you and your precious body.”

She was beyond words. Quivering, she arched her back as an offering.

Asmodel didn’t disappoint. His hands encased each breast, plumping her nipples into sharp points. Keeping his dark gaze on her, he covered one mound with his mouth, while the other hand continued to play mercilessly with the other. He sucked the peak hard enough his cheeks hollowed.

She cried out when a turbulent surge of lust tore through her womb. “Asmodel!” She shook her head. Not that she wanted him to stop. He had to keep going. Every movement of his fingers created minute explosions that shot straight to her clit, making her empty womb spasm.

“Easy, Bella.” Asmodel’s breath was harsh as he lifted his head. His face and neck were flushed. His hand left her breast and traveled down her side, while he fervently suckled the neglected crest. “Don’t worry,alma gemela.I won’t leave you behind.” His words came out mumbled as he spoke around her captured flesh.

His other hand wandered over her hip before his mouth let go of her breast with a loud pop. Now his traitorous fingers found the super-slick, swollen folds of her sex. With lazy intent, he circled a finger around the hardened nub of her clit.

Straining to make him reach her clamoring prize by shifting her hips, he finally found purchase and tweaked it with a mild pinch. Just enough pressure to bring her closer to the release she sought. “Oh my, yes!” Izzy exclaimed with her head thrown back. When his mouth settled on her over-sensitized flesh, she gasped. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. He hurled her into a wild roller coaster, its overwhelming force threatening to rip her apart.

“Yes, that’s it, my love,” he whispered. “Let’s get there together.”

Asmodel had never encountered such an intense, unprecedented situation before. Lying with Izzy, with nothing guiding them but their passion, left him unsure of what to do.

When he and his brothers ended up in the modern world, sex opened a whole new chapter in his life. One he never knew was missing before. But it didn’t take long before the experience ended up hollow, leaving him unfulfilled. Like eating a favorite food over and over. It might be enjoyable, but after a while it ended up mundane and hardly worth the effort.

But being with Izzy was the difference between eating at a fast-food place and dining at an exclusive gourmet restaurant. She alone showed him the depth of what two people with a profound connection could share. He took in a deep breath. Case in point, the air infused with Izzy’s sweet, arousing perfume was intoxicating, like nothing else. Especially when he’d brought her to the brink of orgasm.

“Open your legs wider for me, Bella.” Asmodel stroked the softest skin of her inner thigh, eager to explore her there with the tips of his fingers. Her glistening, swollen sex was captivating. He licked his lips, longing to lap and savor her sweet essence. “You are so beautiful in your passion.” The words came out in a guttural rasp.

With her face a nice, rosy glow, Izzy threw her hands above her head and spread her legs, giving him a clear view of what she offered. The open expression on her face humbled him while at the same time brought out the uncivilized man ready to mate with his woman.

It took what little control he had, but he stifled the urge to mount her like a savage when all he wanted was to push his straining cock inside her slick, hot pussy.Damn Gilgamesh’s balls. He was better than that. Yes, hehadto be better than that. Especially joining with this astounding woman for the first time.

Lowering his head, he shouldered between her splayed legs and inhaled her scent before letting his tongue stroke the tantalizing treat. He inserted first one finger, then another, to stroke inside her burning channel. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he pressed in deeper and brushed the bundle of sensitive nerves just under her straining clit. Her strangled cry gave him immense satisfaction. Lowering his eyes, he concentrated on suckling her tender bud.

“Asmodel… please… I can’t… don’t want… to come without you inside me.”

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