Page 42 of Wings of The Wraith
“Or, you.” I moved my hands over his chest and tugged on his shirt.
“I’m just a man, a man who wants you.”
Had anyone ever said such a thing to me?
Definitely not, and if all we had was now, I would treasure it and seal it to my mind forever. Even if forever ended tomorrow.
“Take me,” I breathed.
“I plan to Princess. I plan to take every piece of you, but this is the taster. When this shit’s done, I’m taking you home to my bed.”
Before I could process what he said properly, his lips came crashing down on mine and then it was as if I could feel him everywhere all at once.
He didn’t waste time on my lips. He kissed his way down my body in a trail of fiery kisses that made my entire being come alive.
I giggled when he tugged on the waistband of my pants with a captivated look on his face.
He loosened the button with a quick snap and they drifted down my legs.
I kicked them off and my shoes, too. That just left me in my panties and my bare feet sinking into the grass which definitely felt like soft, plush carpet.
This was so wild...and hot.
His gaze trailed all the way down to my toes.
“You’re beautiful Alyssa,” the angel said to me, and in that moment, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I grabbed the edge of his shirt and tugged on the end.
“I’m naked.” I moved in and kissed him.
He pulled back. “Exactly the way I want you.”
“I want you naked too, Dante.”
He went to snap his fingers to remove his clothes magically, but I stopped him.
“No, no magic. I want you to take them off.” I wanted to watch him take his clothes off.
Instead of his eyes turning that strong gold color, they seem to venture to when he was turned on, they turned a darker coal, almost black.
Against his bronze skin he looked even more perfect.
And more perfect still when he lifted his top over his head and shrugged out of it.
My eyes glued to his torso and took in all those tattoos, dark and inky against the solid walls of his mile wide chest.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at the sight of him.
A lock of his wild hair fell over his left eye as he looked down to undo his belt buckle. He looked at me beneath it and I got lost in his stare.
With the belt undone he pulled his zipper down and his pants drifted down the length of his powerful, toned legs.
He wore boxers which looked amazing on him.
He kicked the pants off in the same way I had mine, along with his shoes, and held out his arms to the side.
“Is that what you want Princess?”
