Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,79
flipped her over. Her eyes were glazed over and her body arched toward him. Before she protested the separation, he was back inside and thrusting into her welcoming body. He stroked the flesh along her wings. Her reaction was a thing of beauty as she bucked uncontrollably. Dante tilted his hips which changed the angle he entered her at. The head of his shaft pressed deliciously against her G spot while he continued to tease her wing slits and pound into her. He quickened his pace, chasing after what they both desperately needed.
Her body tensed around his cock, sending delicious sensations roaring through his body. No experience compared to the pleasure he found in Chloe’s arms. It sated his beast like nothing else and left him in a dazed stupor.
“I choose you to be my mate,” she panted as he surged in and out.
For a second Dante wondered if she was reliving their ceremony. Not that he objected. But then it hit him. They needed to complete their bond. “And, I choose you to be my mate. You are my world.”
He reached over and grabbed the ceremonial dagger from the bedside table and sliced a thin cut in his forearm before nicking her neck. He shoved his wrist against her mouth before she thought too much about the blood exchange. His mouth was on her neck licking the wound while she sucked his wound.
A sense of completion filled him followed by a flare in energy in his mate brand. It was quickly followed by soothing cold. Next thing he knew her love filled his heart. He thrust in and out of her returning her love.
A second later she shouted her release and yelled Dante’s name. When her core clamped around him, his spine tingled, and his balls drew up tight. Dante groaned above her seconds later when his orgasm blasted from him. His movements slowed and he bent to kiss the flesh between her wings at the same time his semen shot into her in hot streams.
His entire body vibrated with the power of their vow to one another. This ritual sealed them together. Nothing would ever come between them again. They belonged to each other for eternity.
Their bodies trembled as their releases continued and their connection solidified. He withdrew after her tremors abated. He rolled onto his back intending to allow her to rest, but Chloe straddled his still-erect shaft and sheathed it inside her body. She was as voracious as he was. And they fit each other perfectly.
“Do you have any chocolate sauce? I’m famished.” Chloe purred as she licked her lips. Her hips never stopped moving up and down on his shaft.
“Are you feeling naughty?”
Chloe’s eyes blazed down at him and her expression took on a wicked glint. “Always.”
Dante chuckled and picked up his mate to take their activities to the kitchen. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will be thanking the Goddess for the rest of my life.”
There were details they needed to work out, like if she needed to return to Heaven occasionally and if she was tied to their whims now, but he didn’t give a fuck about any of that. They could work through anything that arose. He would endure being flayed alive daily and wouldn’t care because he had her by his side.
EXCERPT FROM MAGICAL NEW BEGINNINGS BOOK #1 in THE MIDLIFE WITCHERY SERIES
Emmie released me and wiped a tear from her eye as she looked around the grounds. “I can see why you don’t want to leave here. This place is amazing, mom. Well, aside from the eerie cemetery and mausoleum. Knowing how much you love it will make being so far from you completely worth it.”
I squeezed my oldest daughter’s hand and bobbed my head in agreement. I never imagined I would feel this way when I came to England to say goodbye to my grandmother. “For the first time since your father died, I feel like I’m home here at Pymm’s Pondside. The only downside is not being able to hop in a car and visit you and your brother and sister.”
“We don’t mind coming to you, mom. You’ve done more than enough for us. It’s about time you have something just for you,” Skylar, my youngest daughter told me as she jumped into the conversation. She was leaning against the white picket fence that surrounded the massive garden my grandmother kept in pristine condition.