pace, my hand catching her hair every now and again to remind her I’m there, but wanting to see where this goes.
She laughs harder and I know, I just know what she’s going to do.
There, at the end of the hallway, is a window. She grins over her shoulder. “Catch me, Griff,” she yells, and throws herself through it.
Glass shatters as air rushes in and I throw myself through it, diving after her, tumbling from the third floor of the mansion. The air whizzes past me and there, like before, she is. Her eyes locked on me, her arms held out at her side, and no fear in her body. Just trust that I will always catch her and love.
Plunging, I manage to wrap my arms around her before we meet the rapidly approaching ground, and flap my wings hard to get us back into the sky. She pants between laughs as she watches me. “Vasculo,” I warn, wanting to chastise her but I can’t, I love her.
So much, even when she’s crazy...like me.
“Always.” She grins and presses her lips to mine as she wraps her arms around me. “Now how about we try that fucking while we fly thing again?”
Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
Looking down, I grumble, “Why the fuck are you wearing leather pants?” She laughs, keeping her legs around me but trusting me to keep her up as I soar, flying us higher. Her hands reach down and undo the leather pants, and she tries to wiggle them off but they are too tight. She sighs. “You’re going to cut them away, aren’t you?” She pouts.
“I’ll buy you more.” I smirk as I pull a blade free, holding her with one arm as I cut down the leg and across her arse before switching her to the other hand and cutting the other side. With one yank, the tattered leather falls away, leaving her bare. “Fuck, you’re not wearing panties.”
Gripping the back of her shirt, I tear that away as well, exposing the pale globes of her breasts to the setting sun, which is throwing orange and pink across the sky we are hovering in.
She’s so stunning, held against my darkness, her pale skin lighting up the sky like the moon. She tips her head back, exposing more of her chest and throat as her arms hang down, her body bending backwards as I trace my eyes across her unblemished skin.
I watch her, my heart stopping for a moment. It’s like touching an otherworldly creature. My arms and hands are not perfect enough to hold this being, but then she lifts her head. Her black eyes focus on me, her red lips parting on a whisper.
My name.
Fuck not being good enough to touch her, it’s never stopped me before and never will. Gripping her arse, I hold her close and slope her back, splitting my concentration between her body and flying. It wouldn’t do good to fly into a plane or some shit, that’s how much she distracts me.
Shifting her higher, I free my cock, which is already hard and throbbing for her, knowing what’s going to happen. She bites her lower lip when I press my cock to her wetness and coat myself in it. She is already soaked, ready for me like always, no doubt our argument made her wet.
Fuck.
There is no time for teasing or niceties, I need her too much. Looking into those black eyes, I take a deep breath and tuck my wings in, letting us descend as I surge into her pussy in one smooth thrust.
She screams, her head falling back as the wind whooshes around us. Holding her tighter, I fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect that I almost forget to fly.
Flapping my wings desperately, my back straining from it, I swoop back into the sky as she gasps, her hips rocking against me to meet my thrusts, her fingers trailing through the darkening sky.
Surging in and out of her, the clenching of her pussy gets to be too much. The weight of her in my arms…I need more. I need her mouth, her screams. I can’t concentrate on flying anymore, not with her wrapped around me.
“Griffin,” she begs, her hips moving furiously to match my rhythm, her lips parted on constant moans.
I can’t fly anymore, so I aim for earth, not looking where. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I whip my head around frantically, spotting the trees.