Page 87 of Redeeming the Angel

“Then don’t say ‘hard,’” I taunted, arching my hips toward his, then biting my lip in frustration as his strong arms continued to hold me back.“It makes me think of your cock inside me.”

“Kerainne,please.You’re making this har—more difficult for me.”He took a deep breath, then groaned.“Fates, you smell like temptation incarnate.”Still gripping my arms, he walked us back to the chaise in his suite.Then he let go with one hand to reach up to his hair.“IfI help ease you, will you promise not to resent me afterward?”

“I promise!”I said eagerly, starting to reach out to touch him, then held back.

I could control myself until he gave me permission,I would.But it was so hard!Right now, reaching up to run his hand through his hair, Lucian resembled my favorite sculpture,The Lucifer of Liègecarvedby Guillaume Geefs, a human artist from Earth.Lucian denied ever visiting Europe, so he must have had a doppelganger there for to pose as the model.

All thoughts of 19thcentury Earth art vanished from my mind as Lucian removed my robe, sucking in a breath as his eyes devoured the curves of my body beneath the nightgown.His warm hands gently guided me to sit on the couch.

When I did, sat beside me and slowly pushed the skirt of the nightgown up until it bunched at my knees.I tried not to squirm in impatience.His hands felt so good on my sensitive flesh.Especially when his palm slid up my right calf, then along my thigh, inching closer to my aching pussy.Helpfully, I parted my legs.

His other arm snaked around me to cup my left breast, then his right hand finally moved up and firmly cupped my vulva and squeezed.

“I remember you like when I do this,” his voice rumbled against my ear.

“Yes,” I panted.Fates, it had been too long since he’d touched me.My hips arched against his hand, begging him for more.

His thumb and little finger squeezed the edges of my mound as his ring finger and index stroked my labia.By the time his middle finger slipped inside me, I was whimpering in desperation.

“Fates, you’re so wet.”His lips trailed along my neck and the heel of his hand pressed down on my clit with just the right pressure.

I bucked against him, coaxing him into the rhythm I needed.He slipped in a second finger and deepened the pressure of his strokes, finding that perfect spot inside me while working my clit.

My first climax came in little electrical pulses that intensified with every thrust, building into lightning bursts until I was screaming and shuddering against him.When I collapsed against his side, he pulled me into his arms and held me.The sound of his heart thudding against my ear matched my own pounding pulse.

“Better?”he asked softly.

“For now,” I ran my hand along his forearm, reveling in the heat and texture of the muscles he used to pleasure me.“But soon I’ll need—”

“I’ll give you what you need.”Something cold nudged my heated skin.I lifted my head to see him offering me a flask of water.I took it gratefully and drank in deep gulps that soothed my throat.

“It’s not fair,” I grumbled.“I was spending quality time with my daughter and then this had to happen.”

Lucian’s beautiful cerulean eyes widened with hurt.“You promised you wouldn’t—”

“No, no.”I grabbed his hand to reassure him.“It’s not that.Though Iwouldhave preferred this part of our reunion to be more romantic… It’s Xochitl.She was too close when the Yearning hit me and—”

Lightning flashed from the windows so bright that it was nearly blinding and the resulting thunder shook the castle.

Lucian blinked in comprehension.“Oh.”

“She’s too young.I didn’t have my first until I was in my fifties and that was much sooner than normal for our kind.”As the castle shook again, I sighed.“I hope one of them has a storage crystal within reach.”

Then, the Yearning overtook me again and I tried to climb on his lap.To my everlasting frustration, he restrained my arms again.

“Lucian, please.I need you inside me.”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea.”He slid off the couch and knelt between my legs, caressing my flesh and looking up at me with eyes the color of the deep sea.“But I will help you.”

Comprehension dawned only a moment before his mouth closed over me.Then my body sang in pure pleasure as his tongue traced the edges of my slit.With exquisite finesse, he licked every sensitive nerve ending before circling the pinnacle.All sense of time vanished as his lips and tongue wrought a symphony of sensory sensuality.I seized his hair, humming in satisfaction at its silken texture.My breath came in hitching gasps punctuated by moans.

Once more, the pleasure spiraled up and up, before spilling over the edge in cascading waves.Yet still the climax increased to an intensity that was almost unbearable.

My hips shifted in an inadvertent retreat, Lucian’s big hands pinned them down and his low growl vibrated against my singing nerves, bringing a second barrage of intensity to my orgasm.

When the lightning pulses faded to dull throbs, he released me and handed me the flash of water again.I drank deeply, unable to stop staring at the tented bulge in his pajama bottoms.

I handed him the flask and he finished the rest, then got up to refill it, giving me a tantalizing view of his rippling back muscles and firm, perfectly-shaped ass.I remembered the first time I told him he had a cute butt.His blush had been almost as cute.

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