Page 130 of Once an Angel
"Not nearly so long as I've waited for you," she said fiercely, entangling her fingers at his nape and
pulling him down to her.
Their lips met and mingled in sweet communion, soothed not by the salty balm of the sea, but by her tears. Justin traced the curves of her cheekbones with his thumbs. "No tears, angel. No tears tonight."
His mouth came down on hers to seal their vow. She clung to him as they rolled across the feather mattress, entangling the sheets around their limbs. A hoarse groan escaped Justin as he realized she was naked beneath him, just as she had been that night on the beach. They had wasted so much precious
time getting here from there. But this was no time for regrets.
Tonight he would bury his dark secrets in her tender body until there existed for them no past and no tomorrow. Only tonight. Only he and Emily, destined to love not in sunlight, but in the ebony cloak of night. His tongue flicked softly across her dimpled cheek. His lips grazed the curve of her jaw, then
glided downward to the milky smoothness of her throat.
Emily clawed open his buttons and ran her hands over his chest, marveling at the masculine mesh of
bone and muscle. She felt the flat disks of his nipples harden in response. Justin had breathed life into
the phantom who had once haunted her girlish dreams. She couldn't get enough of him. She wanted to feel the weight of him crushing her. She wanted to drink him in through her fingertips. She felt greedy
and selfish and fierce like a mewling baby tiger, blinded by the explosive light of its first sunrise. The
walls of her pride were crumbling beneath its heat.
She tugged at his hair, bringing his face to hers. Her voice broke on a whimper as she said the words she'd bitten back for so long. "Love me, Justin. Please."
He touched two fingers to her bottom lip. "You never have to beg me, Emily. Never."
Then he was sliding down on her into a darkness that heightened every sensation. His warm hands cupped her bottom, lifting and coaxing. A sudden burst of shyness made her clamp her thighs together.
He brushed his lips against her silky triangle of curls, then blew softly against the wet spot his mouth had made. His voice was a husky whisper, half command, half prayer. "Trust me."
He'd never before asked that of her. How could she deny him now? Her head fell back against the pillow and her legs went limp, giving him dominion over far more than her body. Moaning, she bunched the back of his shirt in her fists. He was her lover, both demon and angel, giving her ecstasy untold, burying his tongue in her velvety folds, flicking and stroking until her womb convulsed in an agony of pleasure. Before she could shatter the silence of the sleeping house with her cry, his lips were there, both shocking and intoxicating her with the taste of her own forbidden nectar.
The tiny hairs on the back of his hand tickled her naked belly as he tore open the buttons of his trousers. His intensity both excited and frightened her. She shuddered, realizing she was about to learn the full measure of this man's passion.
But her sweet torment at his hands had just begun. He slid his arm around her rump and lifted her to a half-sitting position against the headboard. His hands eased her thighs as far apart as they would go, exposing her fully. She felt terribly vulnerable and sinfully decadent. Even in the sheltering darkness she could feel her cheeks burn.
"Did I ever mention to you how very shy I am?" she whispered.
He touched her there, softly, eliciting a moan. "It was one of the first things I noticed about you."
"Really?"
She could hear the grin in his voice. "No."
A shudder of pleasure banished her shyness as he slid a finger from each hand up into her folds until
they found the silky little bud nestled beneath. At the same time, his thumbs began to circle the taut, distended satin of her flesh below, laving her, pearling the hot, thick honey around her melting core. Her world narrowed to pure sensation. An emptiness more gaping than any she had known yawned within her. Wild with need, she arched against him, pressing against his thumbs, wanting more, so much more.
Justin was half crazed from wanting her, but still he continued his exquisite torture. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he watched her face, entranced by the flickers of pleasure dancing across her features. She whimpered his name. Her teeth cut into the tender bud of her lower lip. Fighting for control, he clenched his jaw against the hoarse rasp of his own breathing. When he got to where he was going, he wanted her already there, waiting for him.
His deft fingers never ceased their maddening dance, not even when he rubbed the hard length of himself where his thumbs had been.
Emily gasped at the shock of it. Her eyes flew open. Justin's face, darkened by passion, was very near
to hers. His eyes sparkled as he pressed against her, sliding the very tip of himself into her, then withdrawing, taunting her with its promise. Both wonder and fear shook her as she realized his intent. When her first dark shiver of ecstasy came, this man was going to make her his own.
The flames of his fingertips licked her higher. His rigid manhood breached her again, probing gently,
