Page 100 of Angel Betrayed

Seline’s taste…hot and sweet…more, need more.

She came almost instantly. A hard explosion that had her gasping and arching against his mouth.

He didn’t let her pull back. He kept licking her, kissing her, and he thrust his tongue inside her body because he wanted more of that sweet taste.

Seline climaxed a second time. Energy hit him, a hard burst of euphoria that he knew came from her. But he didn’t stop. He loved her taste too much. Loved the feel of her pleasure.

Her fingers were in his hair again. Her legs trembled around him.

His cock pushed hard against the front of his jeans. He could feel the zipper shoving against his dick.

But he wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not until he’d given her all the pleasure that she could handle. This time it’s all for her.

Her hot core was wet and hot. His fingers slid easily into her even as he bent to press his mouth against her clit. Her body began to tense again. He knew she was close to finding her release once more.

“No!” Seline’s choked cry.

He froze, then, slowly, Sam pulled back and glanced up at her.

“With you this time.” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “With…you.”

He’d wanted only her pleasure.

Sam slid his hand right over the tight center of her need, and Seline came. This time, she yelled his name.

Her body was limp and so sated that Seline really didn’t want to move for at least a week.

Her heartbeat slowly stopped its frantic racing. The bed squeaked as Sam pulled her close. Sam.

She turned and stared at him. The faintest rays of light were starting to spill through the blinds, but most of the room was still cloaked in darkness “You didn’t come.”

“You’re not an addiction.” There was no mistaking the rasp of lust in his voice. “You’re mine.”

She didn’t know what to say.

Then she’d realized what he’d done. Sex with a succubus. But no pleasure for him. Only her.

She blinked quickly, afraid she’d do something weak and human like cry. “Sam, I want you.”

She felt the weight of his stare. “You’re not an abomination,” he told her, and she heard the echoes of anger in his words.

Good thing it was dark. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to see her reaction.

“I don’t care who your parents were—or what they were,” Sam added.

She cared. “My father took too much from my mother. He drained her.” Killed her.

“Then Rogziel killed him?”

“Punishment,” she whispered, and her hand pressed over Sam’s heart.

He swore. “How long has Rogziel been playing God?”

She blinked. “Wh-what?”

He caught her hands. More light spilled through the blinds. Dawn. “You don’t know much about your demon side, do you?”

No. Not her demon side or her angel blood.

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