and grabbed her breasts before pinning him with heated eyes to demand, “York. Fuck me.”
She saw his flash of uncertainty and knew just how to get him. Rising on her knees, she reached down and pulled his fingers free. She guided his hand to his lips and breathed, “Taste me.” She pushed his fingers to his lips, but he didn’t open, just continued to breathe raggedly. His nostrils flared once, and she swore his pupils dilated to consume his eyes until only pure black shone through. Fierce need whipped through her, and she knew she’d do anything to belong to this man for just one night.
Goddamn! He was going to explode and he fucking knew it. This wasn't how he’d imagined his first time with his Angel, and it wasn’t how he wanted it. He’d always vowed to himself that when he found her, she’d know fully about Skin Walkers and the Walker affliction. She’d wear his halo and consent to eternity before he ever laid a finger on her. Now, his balls felt ready to burst and his gut ached with the burning intensity. He needed to be inside her more than he needed his next breath. No. Not just inside her. He needed to be over her, driving hard and deep into her. He needed to fuck her so deeply that a part of him would imprint on her forever.
Then she was lifting his fingers, coated with her honey, to his mouth. Watching her, he knew that one taste would be his undoing. One small lick and he’d be unable and unwilling to control the need that plowed through him with devastating force. Breathing through his mouth , he swore that satiny sweet tendrils of her essence floated onto his tongue, so he quickly switched to breathing through his nose. Big fucking mistake. The scent of her desire hit him so hard he knew he’d have staggered had he been standing. His eyes closed, and he didn’t even remember moving when suddenly the taste of heaven detonated on his tongue. Pure rapture shot through him and then he was sucking at his own fingers. It wasn’t enough.
Eyes slamming open, he moved with a speed even he didn’t know he possessed. One moment Sky was straddling him, the next she was flat on her back on the bed. He ripped open the front of his jeans and used his knees to separate hers.
Pale moonlight bathed her beautiful body in light , and he wanted to whimper at the sight of her, at the pleasure he knew he was about to experience for the first of a million times. His gift. His Angel! She looked heavenly spread out beneath him. Her auburn hair framed her delicate face in silken strands that glinted like fire. Her face was flushed with excitement, and her blue eyes gleamed with anticipation.
His eyes skimmed over h er full breasts. Her nipples were such a light pink that her creamy, porcelain skin appeared ethereal…enchanting. He let his gaze glide down over her rounded tummy and slide to her pussy. Trimmed, crimson curls couldn’t shield the engorged pussy that beckoned him, glistening with her honey. “Fucking beautiful,” he breathed then leaned over her and slid a hand behind her head. He pulled her mouth to meet his while the other hand gripped her hip, steadying her.
His Sky wasn’t timid. She met his tongue with her own and kissed him with fervor that he was sure she assumed matched his own. It didn’t. She wanted to fuck, and he wanted to claim. She wanted this night, and he wanted them all.
He pulled back and hissed when her hand slid between their bodies to grip his steely shaft. She didn’t hesitate to guide him to the mouth of her sex. He couldn’t wait either. Inching forward, he watched her as he pressed his body into hers.
“ Fuck! ” She was tighter than he imagined.
She moaned and threw her head back with a sultry, “Fuck me, York. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He drove into her deep, and her eyes snapped to his. He saw the flare of color on her cheeks. She liked it hard. Pulling
She saw his flash of uncertainty and knew just how to get him. Rising on her knees, she reached down and pulled his fingers free. She guided his hand to his lips and breathed, “Taste me.” She pushed his fingers to his lips, but he didn’t open, just continued to breathe raggedly. His nostrils flared once, and she swore his pupils dilated to consume his eyes until only pure black shone through. Fierce need whipped through her, and she knew she’d do anything to belong to this man for just one night.
Goddamn! He was going to explode and he fucking knew it. This wasn't how he’d imagined his first time with his Angel, and it wasn’t how he wanted it. He’d always vowed to himself that when he found her, she’d know fully about Skin Walkers and the Walker affliction. She’d wear his halo and consent to eternity before he ever laid a finger on her. Now, his balls felt ready to burst and his gut ached with the burning intensity. He needed to be inside her more than he needed his next breath. No. Not just inside her. He needed to be over her, driving hard and deep into her. He needed to fuck her so deeply that a part of him would imprint on her forever.
Then she was lifting his fingers, coated with her honey, to his mouth. Watching her, he knew that one taste would be his undoing. One small lick and he’d be unable and unwilling to control the need that plowed through him with devastating force. Breathing through his mouth , he swore that satiny sweet tendrils of her essence floated onto his tongue, so he quickly switched to breathing through his nose. Big fucking mistake. The scent of her desire hit him so hard he knew he’d have staggered had he been standing. His eyes closed, and he didn’t even remember moving when suddenly the taste of heaven detonated on his tongue. Pure rapture shot through him and then he was sucking at his own fingers. It wasn’t enough.
Eyes slamming open, he moved with a speed even he didn’t know he possessed. One moment Sky was straddling him, the next she was flat on her back on the bed. He ripped open the front of his jeans and used his knees to separate hers.
Pale moonlight bathed her beautiful body in light , and he wanted to whimper at the sight of her, at the pleasure he knew he was about to experience for the first of a million times. His gift. His Angel! She looked heavenly spread out beneath him. Her auburn hair framed her delicate face in silken strands that glinted like fire. Her face was flushed with excitement, and her blue eyes gleamed with anticipation.
His eyes skimmed over h er full breasts. Her nipples were such a light pink that her creamy, porcelain skin appeared ethereal…enchanting. He let his gaze glide down over her rounded tummy and slide to her pussy. Trimmed, crimson curls couldn’t shield the engorged pussy that beckoned him, glistening with her honey. “Fucking beautiful,” he breathed then leaned over her and slid a hand behind her head. He pulled her mouth to meet his while the other hand gripped her hip, steadying her.
His Sky wasn’t timid. She met his tongue with her own and kissed him with fervor that he was sure she assumed matched his own. It didn’t. She wanted to fuck, and he wanted to claim. She wanted this night, and he wanted them all.
He pulled back and hissed when her hand slid between their bodies to grip his steely shaft. She didn’t hesitate to guide him to the mouth of her sex. He couldn’t wait either. Inching forward, he watched her as he pressed his body into hers.
“ Fuck! ” She was tighter than he imagined.
She moaned and threw her head back with a sultry, “Fuck me, York. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He drove into her deep, and her eyes snapped to his. He saw the flare of color on her cheeks. She liked it hard. Pulling
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