Page 52 of Her Fallen Angel

His wings curl around us, creating a private sanctuary of shadow and starlight. I reach up, threading my fingers through his dark hair where it's come loose from its tie. The strands feel like silk against my skin.

And then he's leaning in, giving me that last part of him. And I want it. I want it so much as I tip my head to the side, pushing up on my toes, eager for him to take everything from me.

His lips brush mine, feather-light, testing. A kiss as gentle as a prayer. My eyes flutter closed as warmth spreads through my chest. His familiar scent of leather and mountain air surroundsme. I lean into him, savoring this softness I never thought him capable of.

But then something shifts. A low growl rumbles in his chest. His grip on my waist tightens, and the kiss transforms. Gone is the tenderness, replaced by raw hunger that makes my knees weak. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, conquering. My hands fist in his shirt as he backs me against the wall.

"Mine," he growls against my lips. The word vibrates through me.

I yield to him completely, letting him take what he wants. His wings press closer, blocking out the world until there is nothing but his touch, his taste, the way he consumes me. My warrior, my captor, my salvation.

The kiss deepens further, an edge of desperation bleeding into it. As if he needs to prove I'm real, that this is real. I arch into him, offering the proof he seeks. Yes, I'm here. Yes, I'm yours. Yes, I love you too.

Kai lifts me effortlessly, wings cocooning us as he strides towards his bed. The room darkens, lit only by the faint glow of embers in the hearth. He lays me down, those violet eyes burning into mine. No softness now, only hunger raw and primal.

"Stay," he commands, voice a low growl. I obey, heart pounding as he stands back, gaze raking over me. He reaches for his laces, undoing them slowly. The leather slides free, a whisper of promise in the dark.

His hands move to his shirt, pulling it over his head. Scars crisscross his torso, testament to battles fought and won. Muscles ripple beneath my touch as I reach out, tracing the raised lines. He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before pinning it above my head.

"Don't move," he orders again, kneeling on the bed. His wings rustle, casting shadows that dance across his skin. Hegrips the neckline of my dress, tearing it down the middle with one swift motion. Cool air kisses my bare flesh, pebbling it into goosebumps.

Kai's eyes roam freely, possessively. "Mine," he growls, leaning down to capture my mouth in another bruising kiss. His hands rove, claiming every inch of exposed skin. He cups my breast, thumb circling the peak until I gasp into his mouth.

He trails kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Each touch is fire, burning away thought and reason. I arch into him, trembling as he moves lower, capturing a taut nipple between his teeth. Pleasure borders on pain, sharp and consuming.

"Kai..." His name escapes my lips like a secret, breathed into his ear. He looks up, eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Please."

"Say it again," he demands, voice hoarse.

"Kai,please.I'm begging you," I whisper, yielding to the intensity of his gaze. He rewards me with a harsh kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. His hand slides down my stomach, delving between my thighs. I cry out as he slides between my slick folds, nails digging into his shoulders.

He groans against my mouth, fingers moving deftly, pushing me higher. "So wet for me, little flame," he murmurs, eyes never leaving mine. "Always eager to give. Always willing to be my little offering."

His touch turns ruthless, driving me towards the edge. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, threatening to explode. But he holds me there, balancing on the precipice between ecstasy and agony. His lips curve into a cruel smile, knowing the power he wields over me.

"Please," I beg, voice raw with need. "Kai, please end this torment. Please bless me with more." His eyes flash, satisfied with my surrender.

"As you wish, little flame," he says, voice thick with promise. And then he dips his head, tasting me deeply, claiming me completely.

Kai's mouth is relentless, his tongue delving into me like I'm a feast he's been starving for. I can't help but buck against him, riding his face shamelessly. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he growls into my flesh.

"Give me everything, little flame," he demands, voice vibrating through me. "Every drop, every cry, every fucking prayer. It's all mine."

My hands clutch at his hair, pulling him closer. His wings rustle, spreading wide, the dark gray blocking out the light. We're cocooned in his shadow, trapped in this dirty, delicious world he's created.

"Kai, please..." I beg, panting. His name on my lips is a plea, a prayer. He groans, the sound primitive and hungry.

"That's right, beg me. Worship me." His tongue flicks against my sensitive nub, driving me wild. "You're my little sacrifice, aren't you? My sweet, willing offering."

My body arches, desperate for more. His hands slide under me, gripping my ass, lifting me to his mouth. He consumes me, tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch. I'm lost in sensation, in the dark pleasure he's wringing from my body.

"Yes," I gasp. "Yours, Kai. Please..."

He growls, the sound vibrating through my core. His eyes lift to mine, violet and glowing, magic surging. "Say it again. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," I cry out, tumbling over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me, brutal and intense. My body convulses, but he holds me tight, drinking me in, taking everything I have to give.

His touch gentles, tonguing me slowly, riding out the last waves of my climax. When I finally still, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh. His eyes meet mine, possessive and satisfied.

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