Page 65 of Angel Betrayed

Not deep enough. His hands clamped on her hips, and he began to move her, harder, faster. Bedsprings broke beneath them. The bed thudded against the wall.

And still he thrust harder.

Power filled the air. That sweet, wild rush of power that she only got from him. Like nothing else. Nothing.

She wanted to take and take. To absorb every bit of his sensual energy and lose herself completely with him.

She’d held on to the edge of her control before. In the past, she’d always had to hold back with her lovers. If she let go of that control, bad things could happen.

“Seline.” This time, her name was a snap. “With me.”

He heaved up, and Seline found herself on her back in the tangled covers. His mouth took hers, his tongue thrusting against hers. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and held on tight, drinking in that wonderful energy. Taking, taking as she hadn’t dared before.

Her fingers slid down his back and stroked over those scars.

He thrust faster. Even harder. Her hips arched against him. Her sex was wet and so sensitive now that he slid in deep and easy as he thrust into her. Then his fingers were there, pushing between their bodies and rubbing her clit with rough possession.

Her climax slammed through her. Hot, consuming, and so intense that the last thread of her control snapped.

She took all of his sensual strength. Pulled it right inside herself. The pleasure blasted her, again and again, and she could only whisper his name.

As her sex rippled around his cock, he came. She felt his release. Actually felt the eruption of pleasure sweep through his body.

The shove of psychic power that pulsed from him was so intense that the room dimmed for a moment. She clung to him, holding on, even as she tried to grab hold of her control. No, no, can’t take too much. Can’t.

She’d taken too once much before and nearly killed her lover.

Death.

Not Sam! The hands that she’d had holding him so tightly suddenly shoved him back.

But apparently, he wasn’t in the mood to be shoved.

Sam’s body was like freaking granite. “Look at me, Seline.”

She’d squeezed her eyes shut a second before, afraid of what she’d see. Now, breath choking out, Seline slowly lifted her lashes.

Sam stared down at her. His hands held her in an unbreakable grip. Seline shook her head and said, “I’m sorry.” The apology came because for just an instant, she remembered another time.

Another man.

She hadn’t understood her power back then. Rogziel hadn’t told her how quickly lust would build inside her and how she’d want to take.

No, Rogziel hadn’t warned her, not until after he’d found her lover’s weak body.

Never lose control. You could have killed him. Rogziel’s voice blasted from the past. Take only a little. You have to survive on tastes. Small sips of pleasure. That’s all. No more. Nothing more.

“You’re apologizing again? For what?” Sam asked. He was still inside her body, and hardening again.

But was his cock swelling because he truly wanted her? Or because she’d let too much of her power out and he had no control now?

“You need to let me go,” she told him, and hated that her voice came out so husky. He couldn’t afford to be weak with all the dangers closing in. How could she have taken such a foolish risk? He had to be at full power. She couldn’t put him at a disadvantage.

“And you need to tell me why you’re afraid to look me in the eye.”

Couldn’t he feel why? She forced her stare to meet his. “Because I took too much from you.” Her energy level was spiking so high she felt like she could fly right through the ceiling. Her fingers slid over his scars once more, almost helplessly.

He shuddered beneath her touch. “You gave.”

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