Page 122 of Lourdes & the Mafia
No magic separates us. No magic blasts me away from her.
And touching her bare skin is everything I ever thought it to be.
Soft and heavy, my thumbs trace over the lines of stretch marks spread across her body.
She tries to pull away shyly, trying to pull away from the intensity of my attention.
I hold her tighter. “Give me this,” I demand. “Give me all of you. Every perfect mark, scar, and story your body has to tell. Give it to me.”
She sighs into my embrace, pressing closer.
I thought when I was finally able to touch her, I’d ravish every bit of her body. But now that I can, I find I want to take my time with her. To explore the maps of her stretch marks and trail my tongue over every fucking one. I want to bury myself in the curves of her body.
I want everything.
Everything.
My control slips and my true form explodes into being. Her eyes widen as she takes me in and I hope it’s awe I see there. I want her to gaze at me like I’m gazing at her. To revere my true form and let me worship hers in turn.
My horns twist up on my forehead, the tips curving like the sharp points of knives. Talons dig lightly into her skin. A forked tongue slips across my bottom lip.
In many ways, I am similar to Lorenzo.
And in many ways, I am not.
From my back, my heavy wings spread out, casting a shadow across her body. There are curved claws at the end of each wing and I spread them around her, using a claw to tug at one of her curls.
Her fingers slide across the thick length of my wing, and the touch sends a shiver down my spine. To touch her and be touched in return feels like I’ve discovered the heavens themselves. The place Ramiel wants to return to so bad he would risk his very life to catch a glimpse of his brother again.
A brother far more important than Lorenzo or I could ever be.
The thought threatens melancholy, so I shove it aside.
“Hold onto me,” I order. It’s all the warning she gets. Our eyes hold as I dive forward and taste her over the material of her silk shorts. I press my lips tightly against the smooth material, right over her pussy. I can scent her through it and my tongue traces a wet spot so that when I pull away, I’ve marked her with my own essence.
But I want more.
Loathing to let her skin go, I slide a single talon down the side of her sleep shorts. There’s a rip as the material gives and pools down her brown skin like water sliding over her body. I toss it impatiently to the side before giving her my full attention.
She’s bare before me. The cunt I’ve only ever seen from a distance but never got to fully taste. To fully touch. I have it before me now, my hungry eyes taking in the tuft of dark curls. Her pussy is soaked, her liquid desire slipped from between the creases of her lips and down her inner thighs.
My forked tongue darts out, lapping up her juices. The moment the taste explodes on my tongue, I know I’m lost. I devour her, sticking my tongue through her folds to suck her down like a man in a desert with a thirst that can’t be quenched, and the only thing I need to survive is by tasting what’s between her thighs.
Her thighs jiggle from between my cheeks as she struggles to keep herself upright. I hold tighter to her body, spreading her legs wider to accommodate my face in her delectable heat.
I take my time devouring her essence. Pulling her folds into my mouth like a starving man. I suck each one, giving equal attention to both. I’m certainly no expert, but I read her body cues, experimenting with varying degrees of pressure, nips, and sucks. The more she shivers, the more I give her until she’s grasping at the thickness of the tops of my wings, her blunt nails digging into my skin and driving me even more to madness.
I growl against her clit and pull away. My wing curves, the flat part coming down fast around her to slap against one of her ass cheeks. She yelps, jerking against me.
“Be still,” I order. “Or this won’t last.”
Her nails dig deeper into my flesh and I decide to punish her, to deny her the orgasm I know was fast approaching. I slide my body up hers, towering over her frame and staring down with fire burning in my eyes.
A pleading look enters her face and her lush body curves in my direction. My thigh presses in between her legs and she grinds against me.
I allow her to soak up my pants for a mere second. To grind against to chase the high she needs.
My wing slaps against her ass again. She yelps, jerking against my thigh.
