Angel's Redemption (The Fallen Warriors Series Book 6) by Rosalie Lario Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Rosalie Lario
Her face turned toward him and she wiggled her ass. “Please, fill me.”
Her words all but undid him.
Their lovemaking had always been spectacular. Over the years, he’d wondered so many times why, given the strength of their relationship, he’d developed feelings for Isabelle. Perhaps it was that she, with her human frailty, had made him feel needed in a way Lily never had. Perhaps it was just fate. He didn’t know, but he had come to one glaring conclusion: He’d been an idiot to take Lily’s love for granted.
Never again.
He would take every little morsel of attention she deemed to give him from here until eternity. And if scraps were all he got, then he would content himself with that. Because the alternative, living without her, was unthinkable.
When she repeated his name, he gave in to the need burning inside him and dropped to his knees behind her.
Her breath gave an audible catch, but then he brought his hands to the curves of her ass, spreading her to his gaze. She arched back further and widened her stance so that the flower of her femininity unfurled before him. Pink and slick with her desire, it all but made him lose control.
A growl purred in his throat as he brought his mouth to her, spearing the seam of her entrance with a long slow lick. She cried out and jerked against him, and he did it again, sliding his tongue along her clitoris.
“Oh, yes, Seth,” she whispered. “Like that.”
Rumbling out his satisfaction, he stroked her several more times before sliding his tongue into her tight wet heat. When she whimpered and started undulating her hips, he continued dipping his tongue in and out, lapping up her delicious honeyed taste.
Finally, when her legs began to shake, he could take no more.
He rose to his feet, freeing his erection from the confines of the leather, and then pressed the tip at the seam of her entrance.
“Yes, Seth.” She arched her back so that he slid in a few more inches.
Grasping her hips, he grit his teeth and thrust in all the way.
Crying out, she pressed back against him. “Yes. Like that. Hard .”
“As you wish,” he said through gritted teeth. Keeping a tight hold of her hips, he splayed his legs and slid partway out, and then rammed in deep again. When she let out a cry and urged him on, he did it again and again, quickening the pace and fury of his thrusts until he had her pinned to the tree as he pounded into her.
“Oh yes. Yes. ” One of her trembling hands moved off the tree and she slid it between her legs, rubbing her fingers against her clitoris. The movement caused her to tighten around him in clamping pulses.
He cried out, plunging into her harder. He was almost there, and he desperately wanted her to go over the edge with him.
When his hand joined hers, stroking at her desire-slickened bud, she tensed and cried out hard. “Yes, Gods. Yes !”
Her inner walls quivered, closing around him so tightly that he jerked against her with a muffled yell. He kept pumping, even as his release tore from his body and a whooshing sound rushed in his ears.
He kept going until her body collapsed against the tree and her muscles loosened. Only then did he allow himself to press his front into her back, crushing her to him while he rode out the aftermath of his fierce orgasm.
“Mmm,” she said, the sound almost a purr from her throat.
He couldn’t agree more.
A long time passed before she stirred and pushed back slightly against him.
Biting back his groan of disappointment, he slid from her body and stepped backward. But he couldn’t take his eyes off Lily as she turned and righted her clothing. She looked glorious: flushed and well-loved and full of life.
Deep, overwhelming emotions threatened to crush his chest. Though he and Lily had made love hundreds of times before, each one was a new, exciting experience.
Each time he fell in love with her all over again.
But when she lifted her eyes to his, they were guarded once more.
His heart fell at
Her words all but undid him.
Their lovemaking had always been spectacular. Over the years, he’d wondered so many times why, given the strength of their relationship, he’d developed feelings for Isabelle. Perhaps it was that she, with her human frailty, had made him feel needed in a way Lily never had. Perhaps it was just fate. He didn’t know, but he had come to one glaring conclusion: He’d been an idiot to take Lily’s love for granted.
Never again.
He would take every little morsel of attention she deemed to give him from here until eternity. And if scraps were all he got, then he would content himself with that. Because the alternative, living without her, was unthinkable.
When she repeated his name, he gave in to the need burning inside him and dropped to his knees behind her.
Her breath gave an audible catch, but then he brought his hands to the curves of her ass, spreading her to his gaze. She arched back further and widened her stance so that the flower of her femininity unfurled before him. Pink and slick with her desire, it all but made him lose control.
A growl purred in his throat as he brought his mouth to her, spearing the seam of her entrance with a long slow lick. She cried out and jerked against him, and he did it again, sliding his tongue along her clitoris.
“Oh, yes, Seth,” she whispered. “Like that.”
Rumbling out his satisfaction, he stroked her several more times before sliding his tongue into her tight wet heat. When she whimpered and started undulating her hips, he continued dipping his tongue in and out, lapping up her delicious honeyed taste.
Finally, when her legs began to shake, he could take no more.
He rose to his feet, freeing his erection from the confines of the leather, and then pressed the tip at the seam of her entrance.
“Yes, Seth.” She arched her back so that he slid in a few more inches.
Grasping her hips, he grit his teeth and thrust in all the way.
Crying out, she pressed back against him. “Yes. Like that. Hard .”
“As you wish,” he said through gritted teeth. Keeping a tight hold of her hips, he splayed his legs and slid partway out, and then rammed in deep again. When she let out a cry and urged him on, he did it again and again, quickening the pace and fury of his thrusts until he had her pinned to the tree as he pounded into her.
“Oh yes. Yes. ” One of her trembling hands moved off the tree and she slid it between her legs, rubbing her fingers against her clitoris. The movement caused her to tighten around him in clamping pulses.
He cried out, plunging into her harder. He was almost there, and he desperately wanted her to go over the edge with him.
When his hand joined hers, stroking at her desire-slickened bud, she tensed and cried out hard. “Yes, Gods. Yes !”
Her inner walls quivered, closing around him so tightly that he jerked against her with a muffled yell. He kept pumping, even as his release tore from his body and a whooshing sound rushed in his ears.
He kept going until her body collapsed against the tree and her muscles loosened. Only then did he allow himself to press his front into her back, crushing her to him while he rode out the aftermath of his fierce orgasm.
“Mmm,” she said, the sound almost a purr from her throat.
He couldn’t agree more.
A long time passed before she stirred and pushed back slightly against him.
Biting back his groan of disappointment, he slid from her body and stepped backward. But he couldn’t take his eyes off Lily as she turned and righted her clothing. She looked glorious: flushed and well-loved and full of life.
Deep, overwhelming emotions threatened to crush his chest. Though he and Lily had made love hundreds of times before, each one was a new, exciting experience.
Each time he fell in love with her all over again.
But when she lifted her eyes to his, they were guarded once more.
His heart fell at
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