Page 44 of God Touched

"Don't you dare stop," he said, her answering suck shredding his self-control. Imogen's hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled him further and faster down her throat.

Arawan's restraint snapped, and he fucked her mouth until she was gagging on him and making the prettiest sounds he'd ever heard. If he could've died, he would've right then and there.

As good as it felt, he needed to be inside her after the day he'd had. Arawan pulled back from her, and she made a noise of surprise.

"I didn't do something wrong, did I?" she asked, and he could've wept.

"Absolutely not, and I promise you, one day, I'll paint your pretty mouth with my cum," Arawan swore. He pulled off her boots and pants. "But I need to be inside you tonight to remind you that leaving my bed is a bad idea."

Imogen wrapped her legs around his waist and threw his words back at him. "Go on then."

Arawan spread her so he could look at her deliciously wet cunt before he slid himself inside of her. Imogen swore, her back arching.

"Fuckme," she groaned, her breath coming out in a rush.

"I plan to. Every way you can possibly imagine," Arawan replied, lifting her hips to slam harder into her. He felt like he was going to lose his fucking mind when the soft walls clamped down on him. Fuck, he would never forget the sensation of being inside of her. Imogen gripped his back, her nails clawing him up.

"Fuck, that's it. Mark me up, show everyone that I'm yours," he growled, kissing her panting mouth.

Imogen bit his lip hard enough to draw ichor. "You fucking are and don't you forget it. While I'm in your bed, no one else is, or I'll fucking kill you and them."

"Don't threaten me like that, or I'll blow," he warned her.

"You blow before you make me come, and I'll never fuck you again."

Arawan let out a strangled sound and slammed into her. Imogen rolled her hips, meeting every one of his thrusts with an intensity that made him dizzy.

Nothing mattered beyond making her pant and finally scream, his name as she came in full-body trembles. This was the only worship he wanted from her—his name on her tongue and her pussy clenching him hard enough to see stars.

Imogen pulled him down for a breathless kiss. "Come for me."

Fuck, it was all it took, and his orgasm rushed through him like liquid light, filling her until he was empty and shaking on top of her.

Imogen stroked his face in a surprising moment of tenderness, her gray eyes heavy with emotion. "Feel better?"

Better? He felt like she had rearranged every part of him and taken the rest. He rolled his hips, making her moan softly. "Do you?"

"I feel less like murdering you. Does that count?" she replied, screwing up her nose. Arawan bit her breast, making her laugh. He wanted to stay in her soft, luscious body for the rest of the night but knew that he couldn't.

"Do you feel like coming with me on the raid tonight?" he asked, stroking her flushed cheek. "We got a meeting place out of Owain, and I would feel better having you by my side."

Imogen pinched his ass. "You mean my ax is useful after all?"

"Of course it is, just not against me." Imogen's pussy clenched around his sensitive cock again, making him hiss in surprise. "Don't you usethatagainst me either, woman."

Her laughter was like sunshine rushing over him. "Would I do that?"

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Imogen had never been shagged silly and then gone straight into a hunt. She felt so damn good and energized that she wondered why she had never done it before.

She risked looking sideways at Arawan sitting on top of the large black horse beside her.

Oh, that was why.

She had never been interested in fucking anyone twice before, and there was also the small matter of all her hookups never knowing what her actual job was. That the fae and other creatures had come out to the world didn't matter; work was work, and play was play, and those things never mixed.

Beyond that reason, Imogen never hung about because she knew that no matter how great the guy was, she was going to be way too much for them to handle long term. She was, she had learned early, too much for most people after one encounter. She was too weird, too loud, too dirty-mouthed, too obsessed with death. At least the latter was making a lot more sense. If she wasn't obsessed with death beforehand, Arawan's ridiculously gorgeous body would've done it.

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