Page 135 of His Darkest Desire

“You are.”

She felt the telltale tingle of magic as her dress disintegrated thread by thread. Felt the rush of cool night air against her bare flesh. Felt the scorching hot brand of his cock press against her belly, no longer restricted by their clothing.

Vex dragged the tips of his split tongue up her throat. “Are you wet for me, Kinsley?”

A slow smile stretched across her lips as she opened her eyes, lifted her head, and met his gaze. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

He lowered his hand from her head, banding his arm securely across her back. His other hand slid around from her ass until it reached her dripping sex. Slowly, maddeningly, he stroked her cunt.

Kinsley moaned.

“You are dripping.” When he raised that hand to his mouth and slipped his fingers in, she nearly came undone. His chest rumbled with a groan as he sucked her essence from his flesh. “Fuck, there is no sweeter taste than yours in this world or any other.”

His pale teeth flashed in the moonlight as he bit the claws off two of his fingers. Eyes never leaving hers, he turned his head and spat the claws aside. Kinsley’s pussy ached for what was to come. It was all she could do not to grind against him.

“I’ve yet to have this pleasure,” he purred, trailing the tips of his now clawless fingers down from the hollow of her throat. They seared a path between her breasts and over her belly, their slight moisture intensifying the chill of the air against her skin and sending a shiver through her.

Finally, his hand reached her sex. Those long, deft fingers teased her flesh, stroking, exploring, caressing, gathering her slick and spreading it. The heat his little touches sparked inside her immediately chased away the coolness of the night. She clutched at him, desperate and eager for more, but she could only take what he gave.

His fingers delved between her folds, brushing across her clit. Kinsley gasped, digging her nails into his back, and rocked her hips against him, pinning his hand between their bodies.

Vex chuckled, a dark, velvety sound perfectly at home here in the starry night sky. He brushed his lips across her jaw. “So wet for me. So soft.” He pushed two fingers deep inside her. “So hot.”

“Vex,” Kinsley moaned, her pussy clenching around those fingers.

He leisurely thrust them in and out of her, grinding the heel of his palm against her clit. “You feel exquisite.”

Kinsley’s brow furrowed at the ripples of pleasure spreading through her. Panting, she bit down on her lip and undulated her hips, seeking to take those fingers deeper. He curled them, coaxing more essence from her, and she felt it trickle down her ass.

Vex scattered little kisses on her nose and cheeks until finally capturing her lips. The tips of his tongue flicked against them, seeking entry, and Kinsely granted it. He swept that hot, delectable tongue inside and twined it with hers.

Blazing heat spread over her skin, growing hotter with each pump of his fingers, with every grind on her clit, with every beat of his wings and every thump of her heart, wringing little whimpers from Kinsley’s throat as pleasure coiled in her core.

Kinsley dug her heels into his thighs and gripped a fistful of his hair as she rasped Vex’s name against his lips.

“No,” Vex growled, withdrawing his fingers from her sex and leaving her bereft, hollow, and unfulfilled. He grasped her ass, stilling her hips, as he flew them upright. His fierce eyes held hers, and long strands of his black hair fluttered in the wind.

“When you come”—he lifted her ass and positioned her cunt over the head of his shaft—“it shall be around my cock.”

He slammed her down. Kinsley gasped as he filled her, forcing every delicious, ridged inch of himself inside her. Her sex clenched around him greedily, her thighs flush against his hips. She was so close to coming. So close to losing herself to ecstasy. It was euphoric, it was agonizing.

“I love how your body clings to me, how it craves me.” Vex shuddered and tightened his grip on Kinsley’s ass, the press of his claws only heightening the sensations raging through her. “Shine for me, my moonlight.”

The slightest shift of his pelvis rocked her with pleasure; those ridges dragged along her inner walls, stimulating every nerve, triggering waves with every minute movement.

All she needed was a little more. Just a little more of him, from him, and she’d burst.

Another powerful thrust of his wings launched them to the pinnacle of their flight. For an instant, they hung weightless, and she felt like the moon in his night sky, radiant, resplendent. Then he curled his wings in, cocooning her in their warm embrace.

Kinsley’s world flipped, and her breath hitched. They were falling.

She clung to him with all her strength—arms, legs, and sex, all clamping in reflexive desperation.

“Trust me,” he rasped, cradling the back of her head.

“I do,” she breathed.

Vex’s wings muted the roaring wind, allowing Kinsley to focus on everything else. The fluttering in her stomach, which had combined with her pulsing, searing pleasure. The rhythm of their racing heartbeats and their harsh breaths. The heat radiating from his skin, now enwrapping her, permeating her. His oakmoss and amber scent overpowering that of the crisp night air.

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