more. “The gods have blessed me.”
She’d never felt more beautiful in her life.
He tugged at her panties and then removed them slowly, placing kisses on her inner thighs. She wasn’t sure she could stay standing if he kept it up. He stood before her and she felt so naked, so exposed that she made a move to cover herself with her arms.
He caught her wrists. “No. Let me commit this to memory, my little human.”
“You’re fully dressed,” she said, and even she knew it sounded whiny.
He did something with the sides of his leather pants, yanking on strings there and then suddenly, his pants fell away. He stepped free from them and she got a good look at what he’d been smuggling in those pants.
She’d been right. An anaconda.
He stroked his long, hard cock and stepped to her, his wings seeming to pop out of his back as if by magik. She was overwhelmed and excited all at once.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, showing no strain whatsoever. His lips found hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lucy surrendered her weight and body to him.
For this night, she’d be wanton and free. She’d not care about her size or anything. She’d only take pleasure from a man others would never believe was real. She might have regrets later, but for now, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. No other man she’d rather be with.
He managed to hold her with one arm and use his other free hand to reach between them, his fingers finding her core. He pushed one long digit in and his kiss increased even more as her body tightened around the intrusion. He thrust his finger in and out, simulating sex, and she ground against his hand, pleasure building rapidly.
He withdrew his finger, and when the head of his cock pressed to her core, Lucy didn’t bother with being a lady, she let out a cry that echoed throughout the area around them.
Rossi plunged into her and her body fought against his size at first. As his tongue laced around hers, she relaxed somewhat and began to move in his arms, still in awe of his strength. No man had ever been able to hold her off the ground during sex before.
Not that she’d had a long list of men to base her comparison on. She just knew Rossi was more powerful than any human she’d ever had or would have. He took hold of her hips and began to lift her on and off his cock, ramming into her, his body and hers finding a rhythm she never wanted to end. Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to culmination.
He stopped pumping into her and she moaned. “Lucy,” he said. “Do you accept me—all of me, from now until the end of time?”
What the hell kind of question was that at a time like this? She wanted to come, not converse.
“What?”
“D-do you accept me? All of me from now until the end of time?”
She could see the strain on his face.
She wanted to come and was so close she couldn’t stand it. “Yes! I accept all of you. Now fuck me harder!”
He grinned, and when Rossi kissed her again, she bit at his lower lip at the exact moment her body burst, coming hard, her pussy clenching down on his cock. He went deep in her and rooted himself, warmth filling her.
He held her to him, his lips probing hers gently, his kisses tender and less urgent than they had been. The action melted her heart and she tensed in his arms, her legs still around his waist, his cock still in her. She didn’t want to have feelings for this man.
He’d take her home and this would be a dream she’d never be able to get anyone to believe—even herself, if she thought too hard on it. Later, she’d most certainly never believe this had happened.
It was too good to be true.
Chapter Nine
Rossi did not want to withdraw from him mate—his bonded mate. She had accepted his claim on her. A claim he had been so sure only hours before that he would never make to anyone.
Oh, the mighty have certainly fallen. Aeson will gain much joy from this.
He wanted
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