Page 141 of His Darkest Desire

“So beautiful.” After returning Kinsley’s hand to his chest, Vex pushed himself up and leaned over her, curling his fingers behind her neck. His lips met hers in a tender caress.

With a quiet inhalation, Kinsley tipped her face up and returned the kiss. Her fingers spread over his skin, and her other hand slipped into his hair just beneath his ear. She came alive at his coaxing, emerging from her slumber into Vex’s sweetest dream.

Into their reality.

Heat washed over him, and his cock pulsed, hard and wanting. Her arousal scented the air, stronger and more tantalizing with his every breath. His wings shuddered. The bestial urge to take his mate roared inside him. It gnashed its fangs and swiped its claws, demanding obedience, demanding release, but Vex denied that primal appetite.

He would not rush this.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet as you. Your lips…”

He sensually brushed his mouth across hers before moving on to the rest of her face. He kissed her chin, her jaw, her cheeks. Her nose and eyelids, eyebrows and forehead, her temples. He kissed her ears and teased them with the tips of his tongue before moving to her neck.

Her grasp on his hair tightened, and she tilted her head back, baring her throat for him. Planting his hand on the bed, he followed her neck down, relishing the feel of her soft flesh against his lips.

“Your skin,” he said against the hollow of her throat.

Vex trailed his kisses lower still; over her heart, which fluttered beneath his lips; over the yielding flesh of her breast. Kinsley’s breath stuttered as he reached her nipple. He drew the hardened bud into his mouth and twirled the tips of his tongue around it.

She arched her back and tugged him closer. “Vex…”

He glanced up to find her eyes open, dark and gleaming with lust.

“Your desire,” he said as he moved his mouth to her other breast to lavish it with the same attention.

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, but she did not look away from him. She moved beneath him, restlessly rubbing her thighs, petting him with her fingers, and clenching his hair.

Vex drew hard upon her nipple, wringing a gasp from her before soothing it with his tongue. “Your cries.”

He settled a hand on her thigh. Her skin was hot, and that heat called directly to the fires raging at his center. At his urging, she spread her legs. He climbed between them, keeping himself raised over her with his arm braced on the bed.

She watched intently as he dipped his head to continue that trail of kisses downward over her soft belly to the patch of hair on her pelvis. Kinsley’s breath quickened, and she shivered.

As he slid his body down the bed, he released a shuddering exhalation; the friction of his cock against the bedding sparked a deep, pulsing ache in his groin, prodding the beast he’d kept restrained all this while. He grasped Kinsley’s thighs and spread them wider, denying that instinct a little longer.

The petals of her sex glistened with dew, and her aroma filled his nose.

“But sweetest of all,” he growled as he lowered his face, “your essence.”

Keeping his eyes on her face, he ran the flat of his tongue over her from bottom to top, gathering that dew until the tips of his tongue reached her clit, which he caressed. He groaned at her taste. His wings snapped out before contracting against his back.

“Oh God,” Kinsley moaned, closing her eyes as her pelvis twitched upward.

Vex tightened his grip, holding her down. “Cry out to me, my moonlight. For me.”

He pressed his tongue over her clit, flicking and stroking with its tips. She grasped the bedding in both hands and called out his name in a strained, breathless voice. It washed over him, flowed into him, permeated his heart and soul, and he let his eyelids fall shut as he thrilled in the sound. As he thrilled in her.

“Just so,” he purred.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her closer and resumed licking and teasing her intimate flesh. Her essence was the perfect blend of sweet and salty, the pure distillation of her, his mate, his everything. Vex would never forget it. All else would be compared to her for the rest of his eternity, and it would all come up short.

Kinsley writhed in his hold, again grasping his hair with one hand. Her every little movement—the twitches of her cunt, the gyrations of her hips, the scrape of her nails on his scalp—fanned the flames of Vex’s need. He relished her soft moans and breathy whimpers. Relished her scent and her warmth, relished the feel of her pounding pulse and her leg muscles quivering beneath his palms.

Everything she did, every part of her, he sealed away at his core. It would be his forever.

She would be his forever.

Squeezing his eyes tighter shut, he threw himself into the joy of her pleasure, into the satisfaction of knowing that all her reactions, her lack of control, were because of him. Her breaths came faster and shallower, and her grip tightened. The tips of his tongue whirled around her clit. She writhed atop the bed, nearly breaking his hold.

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