Page 79 of Baking and Angels

A moan escaped his throat as he tasted it. He expected the less than pleasant taste of woman, not his favorite, but he had performed before when ordered. But Helena had changed herself somehow. She tasted of honey. Not metaphorical honey, but actual sweetness between the folds of her flower. The bee metaphor someone had told him centuries ago danced through his mind as he licked and probed again, arching the tip of his tongue down the smooth avenue that led to her bud, tapping it before leaping free. Now, it was her turn to shudder as he washed her nerves with pleasure. He then lost himself to the rhythm of his work, kneading and working her. She cried out beautifully, unabashedly, from his worship, her hands gripping his shoulders as he grasped her round buttocks in each hand, cupping her body open and toward him.

The moans and shudders announced that she was close, and he wanted her to gush into his mouth, more of the sweet ethereal honey, but then she stopped. Ripping herself away, she seized him and threw him to the bed with unearthlystrength.

She was on him then, like a wild animal, tearing at the buttons and zipper of his jeans, yanking them off with his underwear so that his erection sprang free. He had never been so engorged before, standing at ready, aching attention. She didn’t make him wait long as she mounted on top.

He about died as the head of his cock slipped into her tight folds, but then she paused. He wanted to push himself all the way to the hilt, but she pulled him out and waited. Looking up at her glowing face in the dark, he wondered briefly what was wrong, but her wicked smile sharpened as she once more let his head pass her portal and no further.

She was teasing him.

Over and again, she slipped the head in, taking immense pleasure, her breath and moans saying so, but denying him the relief he longed for.

“Helena, dammit,” he muttered as she did it again. He seized her hips, a wild thought tearing through his mind that he would force her the rest of the way down, but he stopped himself when sheresisted.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she chided, her eyes glowing mirthfully in the dark. Then she leaned a little closer, whispering,“Beg me.”

“Please,” he twisted out. Rafferty hated begging, but she had all the power. She feasted on him even now. He could feel it, and he was helpless to stop her. Helplessto say no.

“Please?” she continued, dangling her bait, her hot lips barely kissing.

“Please,” he growled out now. “Pleasefuck me.”

Her smile sharpened a split second, then she dropped hard on him, his erection finally doing what he longed so hard for, capturing him inside her.

The force of it lifted him off the bed, her interior muscles tightening around his shaft. She didn’t pull him out to start a rhythm, instead, her vaginal walls began to pulse. Fully inserted, she squeezed him, watching with detached eyes as his breathing came in gasps with each pulse.

“Let me hear you!” she ordered, as her hips finally rocked.

He cried “Ah,” with the next breath, then repeatedly in higher and higher in pitches as she at last shifted to riding him fully. Her pace was perfect; she grasped his hands in hers. Eventually, one of her hands slipped away to play in time with her clit, her peaking breasts arching out as she leaned further back.

He gave her everything he had as he neared higher and higher toward the peak. He would explode inside her if she didn’t… if she didn’t…

His balls tightened and he came, hard. He bellowed like an animal as he felt himself shoot into her. His life energy drained into her being, through their connection, and she glowed like sparklingstarlight.

Hissuccubus.

His angel.

Chapter 31

Deal witha Demoness

Barely gasping for air, he watched as she came next in all her glory, her wings spasming with her own orgasm, wringing out the last of him into herself.

Again, he could feel his heartbeat fading, the cold oblivion beckoning. Then she curled forward, dropping once more onto his chest. With the full contact of her skin on his, the warmth flushed back into him. He took in a sharp full breath as life filled him, even more than what he had givenher first.

The urge to tell her to stop, to not give back what she had rightly taken from him, died before it could reach his lips. He had no real strength to stop her. All he could do was wrap his arms around and hold the snuggling female close. They were still connected, but he felt himself deplete inside her. She would just have to shift a little bit for him tofall out.

Her being shifted, and the eerie, unearthly form disappeared until he held a mortal woman once again. She cuddled into his chest, her eyes closed, a contented smile onher face.

“I love you,” she whispered sleepily. And then there were a few soft little snores.

Rafferty stayed that way, holding her, for ages as he stared up at the dark ceiling above them. He had no idea how he felt, but he knew that sleep was too far away. As time ticked by, his legs, which were still off the bed, complained and ached. Her weight made it harder to breathe, and he grewirritated.

Finally, he shifted, arresting her tiny snores with a louder snort.

“I can’t…” he attempted to explain, but she just sleepily lifted her head and took in thesituation.

“Oh, sorry,” she murmured, then disembarked from him, shifting to the side so he could sit up.

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