A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,81

side, the part of him that will never admit to any type of insecurity. Michael being here will be bringing out that side of him.

I know him, I know exactly what he needs to feel reassured.

Spreading my legs further apart, I make sure the message I want to send him is loud and clear.

I'm yours. All yours. My heart, my mind, my pussy. All yours.

When he looks away from my bare skin to focus on my eyes, we share an entire conversation in just a few, silent moments.

With a quick, mischievous grin, he plants both of his hands on my thighs and spreads me even wider.

The view of him licking his lips as he stares at my core sends a rush of heat through me, as his teeth bite onto his lower lip and his fingers dig into my flesh.

When the warmth of his tongue travels from one end of my slit to the other, I cry out. I actually sound like an animal in heat. It's raw and natural, just like his desire for me.

Our gazes meet and his eyes burn with want. Something so primal and unguarded that it takes my breath away. I'm already shaking with my need to come as the tip of his tongue circles my clit right before he sucks it into his mouth and flicks it again.

My cry catches in my throat and my arms give out from the intensity of his attention.

"Levi, oh, I…"

"Shhh, Angel," is all he says, the vibrations from his words running over my sensitive skin, before he resumes his own form of perfect torture.

My hips seek him out, my legs trembling with the effort to stay open. My toes are curling so tightly I'm afraid I'll lose feeling in them.

And then it happens.

As he stands there, waist deep in the beautiful cerulean waters of the pool, the blue lighting intensifying the feeling of intimacy, he sinks his teeth into the swollen flesh of my clit and I fly far from any earthly location.

I can't hear anything, I can't see anything.

I can only feel.

I feel his warmth, his need, his desire and mostly his love for me.

I feel it all and I don't ever want to return back to Earth.

Blinking away the haze of my orgasm, I can only see blurry lines, a moving figure that is slowly coming into focus.

It's Levi. A beautiful, smirking, oh so very proud of himself, Levi.

"Welcome back, Angel. How's your energy level going?" The cocky tone to his voice is enough to bring my sass back.

"Is that all you've got? Because I could still swim a few laps."

I barely have time to finish my phrase when I'm hoisted back into the water, and slammed down, right onto his hard, awaiting cock.

I gasp at the feel of him, the thickness that is all him, that is invading and controlling me from within.

Fates, he feels so fucking good.

"Hold on, Remy, I'm about to show you how to burn off excess energy."

I'm not an idiot so I do the only thing I know I should do. I wrap my arms around his neck and let him take complete control of me as he fucks me against the side of the pool like a crazed animal. He's got one hand clutching my ass cheek and the other on my nape of my neck holding me in place as he pistons into me.

"Whose cock is fucking you, Angel?" he grunts the words as though I could possibly forget.

"Yours," I answer anyway, because he needs to hear it.

"Who owns this fucking pussy, Angel?"

"You," I moan.

I can feel the wet tiles sliding up and down my back with every powerful thrust inside me.

"Who do you belong to, Angel?" he grunts, and I practically see stars from his voice alone.

"You." The word comes out raspy, because I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

I don't know how he can still talk. Every one of his tendons is tense from the effort. He's fucking me with every muscle and every possessive intention. He's making sure I know that no other man, human or otherwise, can mistake what is happening between us.

I give him this moment. I don't make fun, I don't sass.

I give him exactly what he needs.

Me.

"Harder, Levi. Harder. Please."

That's exactly what he does. He retreats almost all the way before slamming back inside me and making me shudder with how good he feels.

My mouth is at his neck, my teeth aching to bite him, to brand him as mine. Like a