You can't have my cock, Elena.
She trembled, tried to find her mind. "Why not? I'm rather fond of it."
That got her another teasing brush across her clit. Sparks flared behind her eyelids, and she barely heard him through the buzz in her head.
You're not strong enough to take what I want to do to you.
Half insane with need, she rode him harder, faster. "Give me more."
Are you sure?An explicit sexual question.
"Yes."
She cried out as he spread his fingers inside her, making room for a third. The extreme fullness threw her to the edge. Then he pressed down on her cl*t with his thumb and she fell. The orgasm rocked through her, a hard, almost violent release that left her limp in his arms.
Raphael drew in the scent of Elena's satisfaction, holding back the dark passion within him by the narrowest of margins, passion that wrenched at the restraints, hungering to take her with a fury he wasn't certain she'd survive even at full strength.
A year he'd waited for her. A year he'd heard only silence when he spoke to her. He didn't have much patience left in him. "Soon," he murmured, speaking to the voracious need within him.
When he began to withdraw his fingers from the tight slickness of her body, that need kicked him hard, making his c**k throb. He wanted to throw her onto the bed, splay her legs wide, and thrust.I'll bite your br**sts , he told her, taking his time removing his fingers, enjoying the way she clenched on him as he spoke.But mostly, I plan to f**k you until you can't walk.
Her body spasmed, and he realized his hunter was ready once more. Taking advantage, he slid a single finger back into her body, the second no longer able to inch in now that she was so lushly swollen with pleasure.After I sate myself, I'll spread your legs, make you hold them open for me.
A slow, lingering thrust.
"Raphael."Her voice was husky.
Then I'll take my time tasting the sweet, plump flesh between your thighs.
Another thrust, another stab of pleasure-pain as her bu**ocks rubbed over his cock.
Mine, Elena, you are mine.
Moving up a hand, he pulled her back with his fingers on her jaw and took her mouth as he gave her a final, exquisitely intimate caress that pushed her over into orgasm once more. Her sexuality was earthy, wild, honest. It sang a siren song to him that hazed his brain, threatened to make him lose all control.
Holding her up when she finally tumbled down from the peak, he removed his finger and maneuvered her around until he could pick her up in his arms, her wings as limp as her limbs. But this time the limpness had come from passion well sated. Even if he hadn't felt the damp evidence of it on his fingers, her sloe-eyed gaze as she looked at him from beneath her lashes was all the proof he needed.
You don't play fair, Archangel.
She so rarely initiated mental contact that he savored it.Neither do you. My c**k is about to burst.
"I promise to make it better."
Blowing out a breath between clenched teeth, he put her on her feet in the shower, then reached over and turned on the cold water. She shrieked as the water hit her, slapping her hands on his still-clothed chest. "Get me out of here!"
"You're an angel," he said, soaked to the skin. "You aren't that sensitive to the cold."
But he turned up the heat.
She glared at him. "What was that for?"
He waited in silence.
"Good," she said after a few seconds, "I'm glad you're suffering."
He was a being who'd lived over a thousand years, thought he'd long ago lost the ability to truly laugh. Tonight he felt humor tug at his lips, despite the fact that his body remained painfully hard with need, his blood a fever. "That wasn't very nice of you, Elena."
A suspicious look as she pushed her hair off her face.
"After all, I brought you to your pleasure twice."
"We're keeping track now?" Her eyes glittered.
"Of course."
Her nose crinkled up, and then she couldn't hold it in any longer, her laughter bubbling out of her in a wave of pure delight. It hit him right in the heart he hadn't been certain he still had before he met Elena. Holding her under the water, he buried his face in the dampness of her hair and smiled.When you're back up to full strength, you're going to be very busy catching up.
Her arms came around his neck, her body pressed to his in an open kind of affection that he knew was rare for his hunter. Trust, he thought, she was beginning to trust him. Fear was an emotion he hadn't felt for centuries - not until the night Elena lay broken in his arms, in a Manhattan that had become a war zone - but now, it whispered through his veins.
Elena's trust was not easily given.
But it could so easily be lost.
"Are you planning on taking off your clothes?" Her fingers were already on the buttons of his shirt.
Shifting back, he let her strip him, let her tease him, let her make him a fraction more human.
Half an hour later, Raphael watched Elena give in to sleep, her lashes pale against gold-touched skin that spoke of a land of orange sunsets and thriving markets, snake charmers and veiled women with kohl-rimmed eyes, her wings spread out in a sweep of midnight and dawn as she lay on her front. Those wings, the wings of a warrior-born, were a fitting accent to her strength. But it was the woman, he thought, kneeling down beside the bed for an instant, who was the true treasure.
Brushing her hair off her face, he ran the back of his hand down her cheek.Mine. The possessiveness had grown ever stronger since she'd agreed to be his lover. He knew it would only increase. Because in all his centuries of existence, he'd never before taken a lover he considered his on every level. He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him.