Haziel’s climax coiled through her belly and thighs. She flew over the precipice with a mindless scream.
Wrath rose and crawled up her body. It was like being stalked by a predator, and Haziel felt too boneless to protest.
His erection brushed against the inside of her thighs.
He lowered his full weight on her and bracketed her face with his hands. “Hey.” His smile looked remarkably like a smirk as he brushed her tangled hair away from her sweaty face. “Nothing to say now?”
Sometimes words were largely overrated, and Haziel reached between them and palmed his cock. “You’re not done yet.”
“No?” He pressed into her hand.
Haziel shook her head. “Not even close.”
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “So beautiful when you come.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, over the pulse in her neck, and nipped her earlobe. “What do you need?”
A fresh ache of need washed over her. She felt empty inside where she wanted him the most. “All of you.”
He lowered one hand and parted her flesh. The sight of his big hand gripping his cock almost threw her over the edge again. And then his broad head was at her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.
Haziel arched off the bed as he filled her.
“And you’re not done yet,” he growled as he pushed deeper into her.
Haziel felt full, but he pressed home until he was fully seated.
He rested his weight against her for a moment. Their skin was slick with perspiration as they breathed together.
And then he started to move. Slow deep thrusts that reached deeper inside her than she’d ever experienced before. It was hard to tell where he ended and she began.
Raising to his hands, he gained better leverage, and his thrusts grew more powerful, stroking in and out of her. He gripped her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. “Give me everything, angel.”
Haziel tilted her hips and took him even deeper.
A deeper orgasm bloomed inside her, and Wrath increased his pace.
The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, but he drove on relentlessly, thrusting them both toward the inevitable.
Pleasure spread over every inch of Haziel.
Wrath dropped his head and watched the slick slide of his flesh into hers.
Her climax arrived in a rush, and she dug her nails into him, the only solid point in her careening universe.
On a shout, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and froze as he came.
The aftershocks went on and on, shuddering through both of them in gradually gentling waves.
He lowered himself to his elbows and did that thing she was beginning to like way too much. He gently held her face and looked deep into her eyes. For an endless moment it felt like there was everything and nothing between them. An intimate vacuum in which words were not needed, and in which they were together in a way that shook her to her soul.
He kissed her, softly and gently, before rolling to lie by her side. His fingers found hers and tangled them together.
A tear trickled down her temple and into her mussed hair. That had been so much more than she could have expected or imagined, and she was in so much trouble now.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
In all his thousands of years of existence, Shade would have laughed at anybody who suggested he could derive such pleasure from lying beside a woman and watching her sleep. But here he was. And Eddie snored, not a loud sawing, but a gentle kind of huffy growl on her exhalations.
He spared a brief moment to mourn the passing of his lust hell prince rep, and then let it drift away in the sheer joy of knowing she was here with him, and he could protect her.
She was so beautiful and so utterly unaware of it. Her beauty went deeper than her peachy skin, or those arresting aquamarine eyes, into the stubborn, courageous, resilience of her being.
He wanted to touch her and assure himself that she really was lying beside him, but he also didn’t want to wake her.
Her breathing hitched, and she sighed. Her eyes remained closed as she said, “You’re staring.”
“I know.” There wasn’t another being in existence who would blame him. She was perfect.
“Psst!”
Shade sensed a demon was near, and he drew his power. If he hadn’t been so busy admiring Eddie, he might have noticed sooner. “Show yourself.”
He sorted through the impressions.
“No,” the demon whispered. “I don’t feel safe.”
Wrath’s horde. Low order. Imp. Led him to only one conclusion, and that meant ending the imp. “Yesterday,” he growled.
