Page 143 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Maddy’s fingers tangled in his hair as she guided him where she wanted.

He sucked and nipped on her clit. Flipping his gaze to Maddy’s lust-soaked eyes, he licked faster. When he moved his hand off her stomach, she jacked her hips off the bed, screaming out his name.

But he continued to torture her until her fingers unwove from his hair and her arms fell lifeless to the side.

Dom backed off, asking, “Good?”

She opened one lid. “Incredible.”

He prowled up her body to seize her mouth in a rough, claiming kiss.

Maddy’s tongue slid inside to brush against his as her hands caressed his back, her palms soft and warm against his skin.

Having other plans, he released her lips. Dom raised onto flexed arms so she could see his cock. “Go on. Put me where you want.”

Madeline reached between them and grasped onto him. She moaned, nudging her entrance with his shaft.

Dom rocked forward, inching into her wet warmth. “You’re mine.”

She latched onto his hips, driving him deeper. “And you’re mine.”

Being in the mood for slow and torturous, Dom resisted her urging.

“Please,” Maddy begged. So sweetly. So urgently.

“Please what?”

“I want all of you, Dom.”

He jammed his hips forward burying himself deep, his flesh throbbing inside Madeline. He pulled out to the tip of his cock and hammered back in, lost in the feel of his mate. He withdrew. Pushed in. Out. In. Faster. Harder.

Dom’s rhythm was steady but rough. No more slow and gentle. “Bite me,” he ordered.

When she paused as if uncertain, he raised his voice. “Do it.”

Maddy’s tiny fangs sank into Dom’s neck. He jerked from the pleasure as she fed on him. About to lose it, he whispered, “You better come now, mate.”

She did, releasing his neck, locking her feet around his thighs, and digging clawed fingers into his muscled shoulders. “Yes. Yes.”

That was all Dom needed. He hammered his hips. Up. Down. Faster. He threw back his head, his balls tightened, and he spilled into Madeline, roaring his release. His stygian wings swooped out uncontrollably, curtaining them in shadows, protecting their bodies and hearts, shielding the bond that united them.

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Madeline loved lyingin bed with Dom after sex, her cheek to his chest, his heart a steady beat, and his wings sheltering her. But her thoughts were weighty. “Dom, I’m afraid.”

“Of what, Maddy.” His voice was still raspy-raw from sex.

“Of what I’m becoming.”

He stroked her hair. “You’re becoming you.”

She rolled to the side, propping her head in a palm, her elbow bent. “Me on steroids, maybe. Life and death are heavy for a mere librarian.”

He grinned. “You were never a mere anything. I’m sure of that.”

“Thanks. My ego appreciates the boost, but you know what I mean. What if I accidentally kill someone? How do you deal with all your powers? How do you keep from slipping?”

“You’re most concerned about the ability to extinct others?”

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