Wounded Angel (The Earth Angels) - By Stacy Gail Page 0,63

her so much pleasure she couldn’t contain it, he explored the cleft between her thighs, obsessed with driving her as crazy as she so effortlessly drove him. She dissolved against him in a boneless way that made everything masculine inside him roar in triumph. Deftly he worked his hands in simultaneous rhythm, mesmerized by her reflection. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back against his chest in helpless supplication—completely, utterly his.

It was the greatest aphrodisiac.

The hidden flesh between her legs was slick and wet, a response that told him she was more than ready to be filled. But just to make it memorable he circled the secret nub, shocking a brittle cry from her even as her body spasmed with an overload of delight. With the single-minded thought of her pleasure driving him, he tormented her endlessly until she half-collapsed onto the bureau, her head down while her hips pumped against his relentless massage. Excruciating sweetness built deep in his groin as the rounded curves of her buttocks writhed against his rock-hard erection. Part of him wanted to keep her suspended there in the madness forever, but their shivers of shared rapture were coalescing into a crescendo no force in the world could stop. He left her long enough to retrieve the condoms from her bag, while she shucked the remainder of her clothing before once again resting against the chest of drawers in a position he couldn’t resist.

“You’re going to see how beautiful you are when you come.” Breath hitching, he spread her legs wide with his own and reached one hand to the front of her to resume her torment, while the other slid under her to search for that velvety entrance he ached to fill. “I want to make it so good you’ll never forget it.”

“Nate...” Whatever she wanted to say vanished beneath a shiver as he found her threshold, her legs spreading wider to accommodate the experimental thrust of his fingers. She was so hot, so ready for him, and her cry echoed in his ears when he replaced his fingers with his steel-hard staff and surged into her. Her depths were exquisite—so tight, so scorching. Sweat broke out as he trembled on the razor’s edge of release on that first powerful thrust. He curled over her, scrabbling for sanity, his whole body pulsing with tremors of shuddering sensation, and rocked. He moved his hand in time with his hips, driven by every primal instinct he possessed to fulfill her, to be everything she hadn’t dared to even dream of, to be her fantasy...

A fractured cry erupted from her, a sound so filled with overwhelming pleasure it shot straight through him to coil the muscles deep in his lower region. The coiling tightened, tightened, a torturous tension that pushed him to the agonized edge of euphoric insanity...

Ecstasy slammed into him, swallowed him. Destroyed him. Mindlessly he drove into her, chasing the glory of pleasure even as it sank into him until it was all he knew. His cries joined hers while deep in his mind he cherished the unfamiliar sensation of being utterly complete.

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With Nate napping, his head buried under a small mountain of pillows to hide from the afternoon light that was only partially shut out by the hotel’s curtains, Ella huddled in front of his laptop. After sending an email to Jacob and Phoebe that she was taking a few personal days, she focused a broad search on demons, unsure of what she was looking for, but determined to empower herself the same way she had after she’d escaped the madness of Charles Rainier. She didn’t care what the demon was, who it was, or why it was targeting Nate.

She just wanted the bastard gone.

In her naïvety, she’d thought the answer would be easy to find. After all, how many answers could there be when it came to banishing a demon? Half an hour later, she was still slogging through the various cheats on video games, had learned that MMORPG was an acronym that stood for “massively multi-playing online role-playing game,” and Linda Blair was alive and well. Beyond that, she had zilch.

If only the demon didn’t keep showing her the one face that made her freeze. She sighed, and it was a sound of impatience as she crossed yet another blog off her list. She was a strong woman, damn it. Why the hell did she go to pieces over the image of a man she knew was dead? Charles