Page 32 of A Love of Wrath and Rapture

The Astreldi knew how to comfort their women well. I hope Evangeline receives me with the same warmth.

Placing my arm around Evangeline, I close the distance between us. I want to keep her warm, keep her safe, and this is the only way I know how.

She looks up at me with curious eyes as I follow the urge to bring my lips to hers. The kiss is explosive, sending desire coursing through me. As the kiss deepens, I look into her eyes for confirmation.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She doesn't respond, only presses her body against mine. I carefully lay her down upon the stones, careful to avoid cutting her with my talons. My wings are held back behind me as I lower myself to her.

Lowering myself slowly onto one knee beside her, I reach out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from her forehead before leaning down to capture her lips once more in an intense kiss. The kiss deepens, our tongues tangling together as we explore each other's mouths. My other hand drifts down her spine, feeling the delicate bones beneath her soft skin. She moans softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating against my lips as my fingertips trace circles on her back.

I pull away for a moment to look into her eyes again, wanting to make sure she understands what's happening between us. Her pupils are blown wide with passion, mirroring my own intense emotions. She nods slightly, biting her lower lip as she gazes up at me with hungry eyes.

Her heart beats fast beneath my ear, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body even through her thin clothes. My wings spread out behind me, casting strange shadows on the cave walls as I lean in closer, pressing my chest against her soft stomach.

Her breath is warm on my neck as she traces her fingers down my jawline slowly, exploring the texture of my skin. It sends shivers down my spine as I nuzzle my face into her neck, inhaling deeply her scent—a mix of fear, excitement, and arousal that's intoxicating to me.

I trail kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin with every tiny nibble. She gasps softly when I flick my tongue across a particularly sensitive spot just below her earlobe, causing bumps to rise all over her flesh.

With one hand, I start taking off her shirt slowly, revealing more of her smooth skin underneath. The fabric sighs as it parts ways beneath my touch, revealing more of that sweet flesh to me. She arches into it as if wanting more contact, pushing herself closer still towards me.

I push the shirt off her shoulders gently, letting it slide down to pool around her waist. Her perfect breasts are exposed to my greedy eyes and hungry touch.

Human bodies are so different from what I’m used to. That doesn’t make Evangeline’s any less perfect.

Slowly, I tease one nipple out from its confinement, tracing circles around it with my thumb before cupping it in my palm and giving a soft squeeze.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she squirms beneath me, pushing herself closer still. The smell of her arousal mixes with hers in the air around us

I lean down again to capture her lips in another kiss, this time with more fervor than before. My tongue darts out to tease hers, demanding entrance as she opens her mouth willingly beneath mine. Her soft moans vibrate against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. My other hand travels lower on her back, tracing the curve of her waist.

As I tease her nipple, a soft gasp escapes from her lips, followed by a moan that resonates deep within my core. She arches her back off the ground, pressing herself further against me as if seeking more of my touch. It fills me with a strange mix of pride and desire—pride that I can evoke such a response from her, and desire to give her everything she needs and more.

I enjoy the taste of her lips, the feel of our warm breaths mingling as we kiss passionately. My fingers trace gentle circles around her other nipple, eliciting another soft gasp as it hardens under my touch.

My free hand slides up her thigh, tracing softly over the fabric of her pants before meeting resistance. With a slowness that matches our newfound pace, I lower it down until her arousal oozes from between her legs. It's hot against my fingertips as I tease them back and forth across the silky fabric covering her pussy lips. She whimpers into the kiss when I finally slide it down, baring her to my touch completely.

The kiss grows more intense, and my other hand slowly slides down to cup her bottom, feeling the softness of her cheeks through her pants. I break the kiss to nibble on her earlobe, causing her to shiver in pleasure.

My hips start to shift against hers, rubbing our lower bodies together in a slow rhythm that only serves to heighten the tension coursing through us both. The friction sends sparks of desire throughout my body as I feel the hard length of my erection grinding against her.

I groan softly into her neck, my breath hot against her skin. She lets out a small whimper at the sensation, arching into me further. I'm lost in this moment—the taste of her skin, the feel of her body beneath mine—it's intoxicating.

My other hand slides up further up her stomach, tracing the outline of her ribcage as we continue our slow dance. Every movement is deliberate and measured as if we're both savoring every touch, every caress. Our tongues tangle once more, exploring each other's mouths with growing hunger. Her taste is addictive. It sends waves of pleasure spiraling downward from my lips to my core where I can feel myself throbbing for release.

Her eyes widen as she catches sight of my penis, and I can feel her breath quicken against my neck. This excites me even more—knowing that she wants this just as badly as I do.

Without breaking our intense gaze, I position myself at her entrance and nudge gently against it, feeling the heat of her wetness against my length. She gasps softly at the pressure, arching her back off the ground slightly in response. It feels so good to have her body beneath me like this, firm yet yielding at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, I push forward slowly but surely into her tight warmth as she gasps again, feeling every inch of our connection. Her walls grip at me, pulling me deeper into her slickness.

With one final thrust, I'm fully sheathed inside her warmth, filling her up completely. A growl rumbles low in my throat as her inner walls clench around me, milking my cock hungrily for all it's worth.

She gasps at the intensity of our connection, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move inside her—slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as we both lose ourselves in the feeling.

Each stroke sends ripples of pleasure throughout our bodies. Every twitch of her muscles sends a wave of heat through me that threatens to unravel my control. Her scent becomes more potent with each passing second, mingling with the scent of the cave around us and making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Our hips grind together in a frenzy now, finding a rhythm that matches our hearts' pace. I grab onto her behind firmly, squeezing them tightly as I pump into her harder, faster, deeper.

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