own hair.
Tanner chuckled and kissed her breasts, then flicked his tongue over each nipple. He gripped her buttocks and kissed her again. She took him in, dragging his zesty scent inside along with his tongue. Their kiss intensified, need taking over, and they stroked each other.
As one, they matched strokes, their rhythms syncing. Breaking the kiss, they gazed at each other, watching as the lust flamed to life on their faces. She shuddered as a small orgasm broke free.
“Let me taste you.” Without waiting for her answer, he slid his tongue between her breasts and made a slow, tantalizing path down the middle of her torso, over the swell of her stomach. He paused before slipping between her legs, warming her already wet pussy.
He swept his tongue over her skin, skimming over the tender flesh of her folds, then moving on. She groaned and gripped the sheets. One touch and he’d stolen her strength to sit up. Inside, she was already an inferno blazing hotter than any sun.
Tanner slid his hand up to cup her breast. He blew against her clit, then pressed his tongue to her, flattening against her aching flesh. He stroked her with his thumb, pushing against the butterfly muscles spreading outward from her clit. She bucked as a stronger orgasm raced into her abdomen.
“Hilly.”
His voice, so manly, so possessive, sent shivers to dance along her spine. He sucked on her, dragging her tender nub into his mouth, and she cried out.
She helped him slide her legs over his shoulders. He renewed his sucking on her pussy, licking, pulling until she couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. She shouted, at once begging him to stop the amazing torture and wanting him to go on.
He grinned, his black eyes sparkling as he lifted her legs off his shoulders and moved up her body to kiss her. The kiss was tender, sweet, loving. She kissed him back, brushing the tip of her tongue along his lower lip.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, he moved into her, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
“You look amazing. I love seeing the need in your eyes.”
She mewled as he pushed into her again and she covered one breast, pinching her nipple. He groaned, his focus centered on how she teased her nipple.
He took her other breast in his hand, pinching her nipple between two fingers, mimicking her. Delightful pain flowed into her breasts.
She closed her eyes, wanting to concentrate on the heat rushing through her. She could hear the pounding of her heart and reached out, finding his chest to flatten her palm against. The rapid beat of his heart matched hers.
“Damn, you’re tight.” His voice was low and harsh, coming between pants.
She growled, letting her baser instincts run free. She yearned to run her tongue along his skin, over the muscles in his stomach, his arms and his chest. The thought alone captured her desire, flooding her pussy.
He pushed into her and rubbed her clit with his fingers, bringing her higher than before, only to force her over the edge into another orgasm. She cried out, but he didn’t slow down. He rammed into her again, holding on to her legs to keep from shoving her body away from his.
She gripped his arms, hanging on as though she’d fly away if she didn’t have him to anchor her to the earth. He pushed into her again, and she shouted her release, shudders making her limbs tremble.
He matched her shout, his body stiffening to herald his release. Grinding his teeth, he snarled, then let his climax shake through him. His body jerked as each quiver swept from him into her. Spent, he hung his head. His hair, straight and silky again, fell forward, blocking her view of his face.
She opened her eyes. Gasping, she held her breath. Brilliant black wings spread outward from his back. The feathers glistened blue-black in the candlelight, and the wings flapped once, then stretched to their full width.
“Tanner,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes and saw her watching him. In a whir of
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