Page 49 of Angel's Vengeance

Neela’s head fell back as he plumped her breast, coaxing more of her into his mouth, while he plied the other with his fingers.

There was more of her than he could contain with his mouth or hands alone, and his cock fucking knew it.Each mounding caress of her breasts drew an answering throb that beat insistently against his thigh.

“Mages, you’re perfect.You’re everything.I need to see more.I need to see all of you, little demon.Please.”

“Always.”

Always.

The word smoothed over raw wounds with its promise of the future.He sighed an unknown relief against her sternum before placing a kiss there.

The rest of their clothes fell away on that one promise, until he lay bare before her, and she resumed her perch above him, straddling him like Lady Godiva atop her gelding.Her luscious hair fell to the tips of her full breasts, with select tendrils curling around her nipples like golden ribbon adorning a precious package.She smiled at him as she steadied herself below his abdominals, eyes alight with mischief and something that seemed to form a tether inside his chest.

Had he really thrown her into the same lot as the other charmers?In what world could he possibly mistake the golden beauty situated above him as anything other than fate’s excellence?

Rhode reached for her, but instead of lifting her breasts to his mouth again as he longed to do now that they were freed of their bindings, he stopped and instead skated his fingers along the smooth undercurve of each globe.

Damn, he loved her body.Loved how full and heavy her breasts were, how they settled over the top of her rounded abdomen, adding more allure to the curvature of her waist where his hands itched to settle.

There was nothing harsh about her.He could see that now.No evil magic or vile intentions.Only pure, shining perfection.The finest threads could never do her skin justice.

He sat up and pressed a kiss to her stomach, holding it there for several heartbeats.“You are far softer than any garment.”

Her lilting chuckle pushed her farther against him, and his abs curled in response.“Not too soft, I hope.”

A wicked gleam lit her eyes, and then, mages damn him, she took his cock in hand.

“Fuck, Neela.”Rhode’s head hit the mattress as she squeezed the base with a devilish insistence that belied the tenderness she gazed down at him with.

Then that hand slowly drew down to the base of him, taking special care to ensure her thumb’s knuckle pressed against the bulging vein beneath his shaft.The move expertly elicited the groan from him she was no doubt searching for, along with a pearly drop of arousal that was only the beginning of what he hoped she’d claim from him.

He wanted to give her everything—his secrets, his sorrows, his fucking sanity.All of it was hers if he could continue to lose himself in the embrace of this woman.

But her stroking was relentless and pulled sounds from him that would threaten to tear down the mountain if he didn’t get inside her soon.

Rhode lifted his head and looked down the plane of his torso at his cock’s glistening tip, at the woman who had, mages almighty, bent forward to place a gentle kiss on the weeping head before she lifted up and angled him toward her slick entrance.

His answering thrust was rough and unexpected but controlled enough to ensure she felt only pleasure.Her powerful thighs became the anchors beneath his hands as he pistoned his greedy hips into her over and over again, rocking in time to her swaying breasts.Every so often, he curled forward, capturing a taunting nipple in his mouth and tugging just to hear the hiss through her smiling teeth.

Her core was a tight sanctuary that welcomed him home with each plunge, a salvation that, little by little, chipped away at the tight coil of tension that had been permanently placed on his body.Always on alert.Always ready to strike, to kill.A fire never to be released.

Until now.

Her soft moans coaxed him higher, hotter.Fuck, he’d chase those sounds anywhere they’d take him, if only for the privilege to combust beneath her once he’d found them.

“Neela ...Oh, God ...”

She answered his benediction with a prayer pose of her own, arching her back and slamming her hands down on his thighs.Her breasts quivered in time with the tightening fist of her body as it dragged his orgasm from him while riding out her own.Rhode shot up and clutched her to his chest, holding on as he cradled the very life he held impossibly dear.Her heart shuddered against his, pulsing in time to the waves of passion that had begun to lick up his spine.

Whatever barriers he’d carefully constructed around Neela had exploded into tiny shards as his angel fire flared to life, burning off the fumes of his ecstasy.

Rhode cried out when the power of his soul finally burst through its cage, instantly dissolving the shards of its previous confinement.His full angel fire, unrestrained with the complete strength of the soul bond, roared into existence, set free like a phoenix?—

A phoenix that was about to light the damn sheets on fire.

“Shit!”

He grabbed Neela quickly before any bedding could be singed and settled on the floor with his back to the stone wall, her panting body still clinging to him as she laughed into his neck.That glorious hair, slick with sweat, stuck to his forearms and biceps as his fire finally started to die down, claiming her as his own just as her soul had claimed him.

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