Page 19 of Lahaina Noon

“Just a little perk.” He winked and switched to the other breast.

She laid back against the soft pillow and slid her hands from his hair to his broad shoulders. Reveling in the sensation, she let go and began to lose herself in the moment.

Vaughn shifted his weight and kissed her stomach as he lowered himself further, gripping her thighs with his hands and pulling them wider.

Bridget’s eyes flew open. Was he about to do what she thought he was about to do?Oh, my sweet baby Jesus and all ten toes!She began to tense. This was moving too fast!

He sensed her body move, and he growled low in his throat.

She stilled as his eyes came up to meet hers, and she could see the flames dancing behind them again. His desire was so obvious, she was able to relax again.

He draped an arm across her stomach, effectively pinning her down and lifted the other hand to her field of vision.

She watched as one finger developed a sharp, wicked-looking talon. She frantically looked back at him, and he smiled the most devilish smile she had seen yet.

“I hope you weren’t too attached to these.” he rumbled in a gravelly voice. With a quick flash, he ripped through her panties and flung them over his shoulder.

“Hey!” she tried to protest, but he chose that moment to blow his extra heated breath between her parted thighs, and all words clogged her throat. She let out a strangled groan, and he loosened his grip as he dipped his head to her legs and pressed a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

He ran the claw from the inside of her knee, up her leg to the junction of her thighs and then higher to circle her belly button.

She squirmed, and he blew another heated breath across her. She understood the instruction and stilled.

He retracted the claw and gently pushed her thighs wider, watching the trembling of her body. “Don’t worry, my sweet, I just need to know how good you taste,” he whispered as he dipped his tongue into her core.

Her thighs clenched and then relaxed as he kneaded them with his warm hands. She rested her hands on his shoulders and melted into the bed, engulfed in the sensations he was giving her.

Vaughn licked his way slowly up her sweet center, clearly enjoying himself if the rumble in his chest was any indication. Pleasure flickered over his face, and he whispered he was going to take her higher. He took a finger and gently stroked her, then eased it just inside her body as he continued to worship her with his tongue. He noticed her legs shaking and grinned to himself, the rumbling getting louder.

She gasped and moaned as the rumble worked its way through her, and she gripped his shoulders tighter. No, that wasn’t enough. She lifted one hand to the back of his head and anchored her hand in his silky hair. She thrilled in the way it brushed her thighs as he moved his head around, then he gave one long lick and eased back to look at her. Her eyes fluttered, and she saw him grin.

He eased a second finger in, stretching her painfully but deliciously. She gripped his hair and his shoulder harder, not realizing she was digging her nails into his skin hard enough to leave marks. He didn’t seem to notice as he curled his fingers inside her and began to massage that sweet spot deep at her core.

She cried out as he began to flick his tongue even faster, her legs trembling with pleasure. She couldn’t help but whip her head side to side, unable to believe how amazing this was. Nothing on this earth should feel this good. She couldn’t take much more; she was going to explode.

“Vaughn, Vaughn,” she cried, “I can’t, I can’t!” She gasped as he growled and heated his tongue to an almost intolerable level. She saw her world draw to a pinpoint before it exploded, and her body arched off the bed as the orgasm racked her.

He growled again in triumph and continued to draw his tongue against her, lapping up his victory.

She let go of his hair and shoulder, dropping her arms at her side as the tremors rocked her body, and she continued to shake and quiver. The room slowly came back into focus as he lifted himself and sat up on his knees above her. She blinked and took in the sight of his body. Long, hard, and absolutely ready for her. She was more relaxed thanever in her life but still wasn’t sure how this was going to work. But oh baby, was she ready to try.

She reached for him, and he gladly leaned down to her as he kissed his way up her neck and to her jaw, nibbling at the corner of her mouth while he slowly slid inside her. He was stretching her in a way she didn’t think was possible. The burn was delicious, and she widened her legs, ready to give him more room.

He somehow managed to slide all the way home and moaned something unintelligible, but it sounded like a commentary on how wet and tight she was. It may have been magic, but it had worked! She gasped as the breath left her when he slowly pulled back and began to move inside her. He covered her mouth with his as she gasped, and their tongues mingled.

He started to thrust harder, and her hands found his broad back and gripped tight. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to go further. She heard him moan and smiled as she remembered he wasn’t the only one who could give pleasure here. She arched her back to take him in even deeper than she thought possible, and he trembled.

Suddenly, she heard a rustle, and there was a sharp gust of wind as his wings unfurled behind him. She stilled beneath him and stared in awe at how beautiful they were. The light from the lamp was low but enough to cause the gold to spark and wink at her over his back. She reached up tentatively to stroke the top of one, which caused him to purr, and then there was air on her back. Her eyes grew wide as she realized he had lifted them up and was holding them in the air above the bed.

“Holy crap! Vaughn, what the..?”

He slammed her against the wall, halfway to the ceiling and grabbed her legs to steady them around his waist. “Now you’ve done it,” he growled at her. He started pumping his wings in time to each thrust, which forced him into her so hard she thought it would split her in two. It was amazing!

She could feel the pressure building and knew she was going to fall off the edge of the world again. She gasped his name, “Vaughn!”

He rumbled in response. “Let go, my sweet Bridget. Fly with me,” he commanded her as his breathing grew ragged and his thrusts became erratic. He was close, too.

Without warning she did fly apart and screamed as the orgasm blew through her like a late-spring tornado. It was glorious and wicked and everything she never knew she could feel. She had dug her nails into his back so hard she’d drawn blood. She noticed the warm trickle down his back as she pulled her hands up and stroked his wings where they sprouted from his back.

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