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My teeth bare. “So are you.”
With another head shake, he nods at the others and they trail out. Only Horan hovers by the door.
I smirk. “Never pegged you for the type.”
He doesn’t look at me, but at Onyx. “I’m right outside. Anything wayward happens, yell.”
My growl is harsh in the quiet.
He ignores me and steps out, closing the door firmly behind him.
I lean up and crook my finger at Onyx. “Now.”
She trembles but slowly removes her shorts, leaving her full lower half in a white lace thong. My growl turns to a rumble of need so fierce she quakes.
“Show me your pretty breasts, baby,” I croon. “I want to see all of you. I need to see all of you.”
She tugs off her top and the bralette covering her is sheer, white, and tented from her dusky nipples. I groan.
“God, angel,” I murmur, shoving away the sheet to grip my length. Stroking my body, the heat builds fast as she stalks to me. “You look like a fallen angel. Like a siren.”
Her cheeks flush. She climbs over my legs, her hands pushing mine away. Without warning, she lowers her head, licks my tip, and eases me between her lips. My hips jerk and I arch without meaning to, forcing her to take me deeper.
Every touch is perfect, every swirl of her little tongue nearly as ravenous as I am.
But I need her. I need to fill her.
Gripping her hair, I make her raise as I press my mouth to hers. She moans, parting her lips. I slip my tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth and taste her thoroughly. She locks her arms around my neck, holding me.
“Let me taste you, angel,” I plead. “Please.”
She shakes but nods.
With gentle care, I lay her onto the bed. My fingers slip along the band of her thong and I hook it off, baring her sweet heat to my gaze. I lay between her plump, muscular thighs. Her scent is intoxicating, filling my nose, my heart.
I devour her flavor, needing it to sate the heat. Needing the soft cries of her release.
She comes fast and hard, her soft shout of my name pooling inside me and easing some of my hunger.
It allows me to slow, to calm.
I turn her in my arms and cradle her to my chest. She trembles as I press my length to her bottom, rubbing and teasing her. I slip into her molten core and she scrambles to hold on to my arms, to hold on to me.
I nuzzle the back of her neck. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I croon as I lay a kiss on her nape. She rocks her hips back, meeting my thrusts with a soft moan. “Your heat. How slick and soft you are.” I growl and bite her neck. She cries out. I lick the small ache. “I love taking you, baby. Being inside you.”
She ripples around me.
“It’s the closest to heaven I will ever get,” I admit. “But you are my angel. My peace.” I slip my hand down her taut abdomen. She inhales as I part her drenched folds. “But right now, I need you to come.”
Her rhythm falters as I swirl her pearl. Then she grows nearly frantic, arching and grinding back over me again and again until sparks dance through my vision.
Every ripple of her core squeezes me tight as I slide in and out of her scalding channel. She stiffens. “God, Caine,” she screams.
I close my eyes and bury my face in her neck as her release triggers mine.
The pleasure is vast, echoing the crescendo of waves she feels. I cry out and spill my seed inside her as her climax seeps into my skin, finally taming the demon inside.
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