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I grinned at him. “That’s why I said playing. I’m pretty sure your true nature is far more devilish.”
He stilled beneath me, his power doing that thing again where it hung frozen in the air like a caught breath. “You could say that,” he murmured after a second.
He loosened his hold on me, lifting his wings off of us, and I shimmied down his body until I was sitting between his legs, my hands coming to rest to the left and right of that impressive bulge in his pants.
I tentatively stroked my thumbs over the hard length and felt it jerk against the confinement of the fabric. My eyes flicked to Aziel’s face, an intriguing thrill coursing through me at the sight of his features having drawn tighter.
How much more could I affect him when I touched him here?
Only one way to find out.
I opened his pants and freed his erection, pausing for a moment to look my fill. I had no prior experience, of course, but damn, it seemed huge. And thick. I felt a flutter of nerves—would I even be able to take him inside me? My inner muscles clenched as if in response to that thought.
“It won’t bite,” he drawled. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
My eyes darted to his face again. His smirk made desire curl in my belly.
“I’m just wondering whether it’ll even fit.” I gestured toward my hips.
“It will,” was his quiet answer, some deep conviction lacing his tone.
Well, going by those visions I’d had…yeah, it would. Quite enjoyably so.
With a grin teasing my mouth, I reached out and ran my fingers over his cock, from the base to the tip. It jumped at my caress, and the muscles in his abdomen contracted for a second. Wrapping my hand around his shaft—my fingers didn’t even touch—I leaned forward and licked at the top, right at that point where the head flared out and prominent veins ran down.
According to many a romance novel, that was a sensitive spot, and one of the areas to focus on.
The way his breath left him on a rough exhale at the touch, and judging by the intense pulse of his energy, my knowledge was spot-on.
I did it again, holding him upright, and then swirled my tongue around the head before I closed my mouth over the entire top.
He uttered a strangled groan and bucked up, but then apparently caught himself. One hand grasped the fabric of the cushion while the other reached for my head. His fingers tangled in my hair with just enough pull to let me know he held me there, but not enough to hurt or to guide me in my movements.
His touch there felt like a prayer and a blessing in one.
He watched me switch between licking him and taking him into my mouth as far as I could, his eyes a storm of silver in a face of harsh beauty. New arousal heated my core at the sight of him at my mercy, at the feel of his hard cock pushing into my mouth, at his taste on my tongue.
I was sure I was a fumbling novice at this, that my ministrations must’ve no doubt seemed clumsy compared to the skill of others he’d been with, but I tried not to let it get into my head. The fact that he looked at me as if tearing his eyes off me would physically hurt him, as if his entire world had narrowed down to the feel of my mouth on him, helped a lot.
It bolstered my confidence and let me glance up at him with a sly grin before I dove back in, pressing my tongue against his length as I went down, sucking hard as I came up again. His power in the air darkened enough to make the light of the crystals dim, his fingers twitching in my hair.
As if he could barely hold himself back from taking control and thrusting up.
My core grew slick with want.
“Wings out,” he said roughly.
I willed them to appear, and they curved around us, the primaries nearly touching his sides. His intense focus riveted on my face, he brought up his free hand and brushed his fingers over the fan of large primary feathers, like one would play a harp.
I shuddered under the immediate spike of arousal, the overwhelming feeling of each feather being somehow linked to a cord deep inside me, expertly strummed in a harmony of pleasure.
Seriously, how had I lived years as an angel among angels and only now learned of the vital role wings could play in bed?
My attention on his cock faltered for a second, but then I resumed my sensual assault, the building lust inside me adding a note of frenzy to the way I licked and sucked him.
Without dislodging me, he sat halfway up, just enough that he could reach behind my back and—oh, God.
He stroked his hand with deliberate pressure over one of my wing arches, his fingers massaging like one would a purring cat.
