Page 122 of His Darkest Desire

He caught her chin and tipped her face up toward his. “Now, on your hands and knees.”

That sudden shift from worshipful to dominant was more arousing than Kinsley could ever have dreamed.

Thighs trembling and sex throbbing, Kinsley stepped away from the tree and lowered herself to the ground. The moss, leaves, and grass carpeting the forest floor were soft beneath her. The caress of cool air on her heated skin made her shiver; she felt it strongest of all against her inner thighs and wet, exposed sex.

Swiping her hair to one side, she twisted to look at Vex over her shoulder.

He moved to stand behind her, wings partially spread. Holding her gaze, he ran his hands down his chest and abdomen, smearing silver paint across his green skin. Marking himself. That paint glittered in the forest’s ambient glow. More silver shone on his face, contrasting the shadows around his eyes and his blazing red irises.

He was a god in his own right—a dark, wicked, sensual deity, the lord of a realm full of shadow, mystery, and wonder.

Though Vex sank onto his knees, he still towered over her, powerful and commanding. “I claim you, Kinsley.” He clamped a hand on her hip and gathered her hair around his other fist just tightly enough to produce an enticing sting on her scalp. The head of his cock pressed against her dripping sex, hot as molten steel.

Tremors of anticipation raced through Kinsley’s limbs, and she released a shaky breath.

“Beneath the light of moon and stars,” he said, “I claim you. You are mine.”

He growled that last word, punctuating it with a snap of his hips. His shaft plunged into her hard and deep, instantly filling her, stretching her, assailing her with a wave of withering pleasure and overwhelming pressure. Her arms and legs nearly gave out, and her head would have bowed were it not for his firm hold on her hair.

The sensations he’d produced with his clever tongue and ravenous mouth rekindled rapidly, building to new heights, to new intensity.

It was so much; it was everything. There was room for nothing inside her but Vex. It was delirious pleasure, it was burning, titillating pain. Her body clenched around his cock, her inner walls fluttering, even as he stretched her further. Once again, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Every ridge, every vein, every bit of his cock was known to her, embraced by her, craved by her.

“Now and forever,” he said, releasing her hair. With both hands on her hips, he drew his pelvis back, the slide of his shaft leaving delightful fire in its wake even as it offered respite from that pressure.

She whimpered as fresh slick trickled down her thighs.

But Vex cut that respite short. His fingers and claws dug into her hip, and he tugged her back hard as he thrust forward again. Kinsley’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes closed, and stars danced behind her eyelids.

He drove into her again and again, allowing her no time to recover, no time to react, dictating every move with strength and confidence. The rhythms of their flesh meeting, of their ragged breaths sawing in and out of their lungs, of her moans and his growls, added to the night’s song, reverting the woods to the primordial wildland it must once have been.

She forced her eyes open and looked back at him to see the bestial light in his eyes, to see his bared fangs and the sweat glistening on his dark skin. To silently beg him for more.

Vex snarled and banded an arm around Kinsley’s waist, clutching her belly as he bent over her. He braced his other hand on the ground. The muscles of his abdomen were flush against her backside, and his dangling hair brushed her back and shoulders. Each tiny point of contact, each little sensation, added to the pleasure.

His wings curved, forming translucent walls around him and Kinsley that were backlit by the moonlight. Vex pressed his cheek to her hair. His breath, hot and heavy, teased her ear.

“My mate,” he rasped, pounding into her harder, faster. “My moonlight. Mine.”

Kinsley’s toes and fingers curled, digging into the soft moss and leaves.

Vex’s growl vibrated through her very soul. “To whom do you belong?”

“You,” she breathed.

He slammed into her even harder, and her elbows buckled with a blast of ecstasy. But Vex held her up, his hold unwavering, firm, and possessive.

“Sing it to the night,” he demanded, shifting his hand up to her breast to pinch her nipple.

“You!” she cried out as pleasure pierced to her core. “I belong to you!”

Rapture overcame her, devoured her, and those inner flames engulfed her. She clutched at his arm and filled the night with breathy moans as her pussy contracted around his cock.

Vex snarled. “And I you.”

He thrust deep into her once more and remained there while his shaft thickened, and his claws pricked her skin. She felt his body, already hard as a rock, tense further, and then his seed erupted within her. His heat sharpened the pleasure, and his gravelly, rumbling roar resonated through her, layering a new sensation atop her ecstasy. She bowed her head and gave over to the spasms wracking her body, gave over to him, as she would again and again.

Her mate.

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