Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,86
again, and I tasted my own essence, which only fueled the wildfire inside me.
“You taste of rose and honeysuckle,” he murmured against my lips.
My hands slid toward his trench coat. I wanted to tear it off him along with the rest of his clothes. I wanted his bare skin pressing against my searing flesh to cool it. He helped me eagerly and did a better job. In no time, he stood naked before me.
I pulled away from him, as I couldn’t fight my curiosity to look at a nude male body.
My gaze dipped from his massive shoulders to his six-pack stomach, then farther down to his huge erection.
It was silky and gorgeous, the first cock I’d ever seen. Unable to hold back, I reached out a hand and formed a half-fist around his shaft. It throbbed in my palm, and the archangel gasped and thrust his dick up, rubbing it against my tight fist.
I glided my hand down to the base of his cock, then moved up to its smooth crown, then pumped down again, adding weight. He gasped, his eyes burning brightly and darkly at once.
“You’re a natural in the bedroom, my woman,” he said.
I wasn’t his woman. I would go down to the arena before dawn tomorrow to kill or be killed. But I refused to dwell on it now. I’d live for this moment and burn briefly, like a moth to the flame.
“It might not fit,” I breathed out as I kept pumping his cock. “You’re too big.”
“It will fit. Your pussy is soaking wet for me,” he said. “You’ll see. You’re my match, and I’ve finally found you.”
How could the highest ranking archangel say such things to a branded slave? But then, why would I focus on his words and promises? After he had his way with me, he’d forget all about me tomorrow morning.
Even if he wanted to keep me, he couldn’t fight the orders of the Emperor of the Underworld, who had explicitly demanded I return to the arena.
He could only have me tonight.
The heel of his palm rubbed up and down my sex, sending another wave of pleasure to my nerve endings.
“If I could, I would keep you as mine and mine only.” There, he just said it, then his mouth fell on mine again.
As his tongue thrust into my mouth, his cock aimed at my entrance. I wiggled my ass and urged him in. I needed his cock to be inside me more than anything.
I was drowning in a lake of lust.
Elijah thrust into me, his wings spreading wide and propelling back and forth in sync with his movements.
I cried out as pain and pleasure blossomed in me at once.
He stilled, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he restrained himself from pounding into me again. “Did I hurt you?”
I couldn’t respond at first because the feelings were so intense.
He cursed himself as he slowly, unwillingly pulled out of me. “I should have prepared you more. You’re a virgin, and I’m a selfish bastard.”
My eyes widened. I wouldn’t expect someone like him, a Sváva, to consider my feelings—the feelings of a branded slave. When it came to this particular archangel, I had all sorts of contradictory feelings, which now shattered and melted before my unbridled lust for him.
My legs clamped around his firm ass to prevent him from withdrawing further.
He thrust into me again. He glided in and out, steady and smooth, in careful measures, but I wanted more than that.
Blissful pleasure had washed away the initial pain.
I wanted his heavenly fire again. I wanted to strip him completely bare and burn with him until there was no tomorrow, until tomorrow never came.
I planted my feet on the counter and squatted, my hands falling back to support my weight, and I propelled my hips toward him to take him in deeper.
An animalistic sound rumbled in his chest, as if I’d just conjured up his primal male instincts.
He shoved his cock deep inside my warm flesh, again and again, brutally.
“Your scent flows in my blood, dominating my every thought,” he gasped. “I can’t be gentle anymore, Calamity. I need to claim you. I need to fuck you hard.”
My blood heated at the promise. I wanted to see what he could give when his lust burned like this. I didn’t want him to hold back one inch.
As I drove toward him again, he dragged me to the edge of the counter, then pounded into me with his archangel’s strength.