Page 40 of Wings of The Wraith
“But I knew your name. That part felt different. I can feel my powers. They feel like an essence inside me. Knowing your name felt like something else.”
My heart stilled. I had assumed her knowledge of my name must have been due to her powers too but it seemed that it wasn’t.
“Maybe we were destined to meet.” Better to say that.
She lifted her shoulder into a little shrug, once again that small movement drew my attention to her breasts.
I wanted to touch her, everywhere. I wanted her now, under this tree, in the wild where I didn’t care who was watching us.
“You wouldn’t care if people were watching?” she laughed.
I straightened up. She read my mind. “You can hear me too?”
She nodded. “It started about an hour ago. Maybe before. I can’t hear everything properly but most things. I seem to only be able to hear your sexual thoughts.” She giggled. “Earlier you were checking out my ass. I guess my abilities are really coming in right. I feel different. Do I look different?”
I moved closer. “No, you look the same. I just want you more.”
A smile inched across her lips before I lowered to kiss her.
This was crazy, we needed to get a move on it. Even I knew that.Me, with my carefree attitude.
I knew time was of the essence, but I couldn’t help it.
Temptation made me crave her. I wanted to indulge on her hot, sweet mouth and make her mine.
Temptations of the flesh was something I’d succumbed to long ago. I wasn’t the angel I should have been when I first became a sentinel, and I wasn’t even close to the man I was when I’d lived as a human.
It was bitterness that made me that way.
Bitterness at being tossed aside like I meant nothing.
But...somehow, somehow even though temptation had seized me she felt different.
She felt different because it was written in the stars that she should have been mine and I never got to have her.
Soul mates.
I wanted her because I wanted to make her mine. My girl, my woman.
As we tumbled into the plush green grass, I took the chance to run my hands over her body. Over the flat of her stomach, across to the deep curve of her hips, up and up until I reached the part of her that I’d been craving to touch since I’d first seen her.
Her delicious breasts.
She moaned as I squeezed her right breast gently, just touching her and feeling the sharp points of her nipples turned me on. I had to see.
I needed to see what she looked like. I needed to taste her.
“Please, let me see you Alyssa.” I spoke against her sweet lips, still trying to keep kissing her.
My voice sounded desperate to my own ears.
“Yes.” She moaned against my lips. “Yes.”
Yes,was all I wanted to hear. It was enough to send me right over the edge of reasoning.
I moved back the white cotton from her tank top and the cup of her bra that covered her breasts. Seeing her gorgeous nipple harden, feeling her, and listening to her body was almost deafening. Everything screamed at me to touch, to suck. To indulge.
I lowered and closed my mouth over her little nipple, rolling it between my teeth and tongue. She arched her back into me and a hum of satisfaction fell from her lips.
I liked the sound and I wanted to hear it again, and again.
And again...
