Page 28 of Angel Betrayed

Then she’d danced again…He actually had knocked out two demons and a shifter that second night. They’d gotten too close to the stage—no, too close to her. And if anyone had been going to touch her…

It would have been me.

Not some dumbasses who were still probably nursing the bruises he’d given them.

“Sam?”

Take. He liked the way she said his name. A whisper of sex in the darkness.

Now there was no one else to watch. Rage and hunger twisted within him, and Sam took the woman he wanted enough to walk through flames for.

His mouth became harder on hers. Her breath came faster, and the frantic thunder of her heart raced against him.

Want more. Sam kissed a trail down her throat. Over her collarbone. Down. His lips closed over her nipple. Sweet. So very sweet. He licked and he sucked and he enjoyed the quick rise of her hips against his.

As he tasted her, his fingers slipped between her legs. Her thighs were parted, but a thin scrap of silk covered her sex. He stroked her through her panties, and the soft fabric quickly dampened with her arousal.

Her skin had taken on a light glow, and Sam knew she was absorbing the sensual energy he generated. Yet he didn’t feel any kind of drain.

Instead, he just felt hungrier, for her.

Her nails scored down his chest, and he growled low in his throat.

“You don’t have to be careful with me,” she told him. “Not now.”

Good, because his control was fading, fast.

So he slid down her body. Shoved her thighs farther apart and ripped her panties away. Then Sam put his mouth on her.

She gasped out his name and pushed her hips harder against him even as her fingers sank into his hair. He worked his tongue against her clit, loving the richer taste of her and the way her body shuddered against his.

When the first orgasm hit her, he felt the ripple against his mouth.

And he kept tasting her.

When the second orgasm built, rising quickly and tensing her body, he rose above her. He guided his cock to her wet entrance, pushed inside?—

Her legs wrapped around him. Long, smooth. Her gaze met his. So black but burning with need.

His cock rested just inside her body, her heat and cream coating the head of his aroused dick. The glow had deepened on her skin, and she looked so beautiful that it almost hurt to stare at her.

Her tongue swiped over her lips, and he plunged balls-deep inside her.

The bed creaked beneath him as he thrust. Deeper, harder. She met him with eager lifts of her body. Fighting with him as they raced for the climax.

Their mouths met. She took his breath. Gave him hers, even as her sex clamped greedily around him.

She came with a fast release that rippled along his cock. He drove into her again, lifting her legs so that he could go even deeper into her tight sex.

Her nails dug into the sheets. He heard fabric tear.

The air seemed to crackle with energy. Still he thrust. Wanting more of her. Wanting to take and take.

Bodies met. Skin to skin. The scent of sex drifted in the air. Her power, his, filled the room.

Sam thrust hard once more, felt the silken caress of her tight core, and exploded. The climax whipped through him, seeming to burn his body from the inside out, but this time, the fire felt good.

Better than good.

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