Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) (16 page)

He dropped one hand to her waist and tugged her against him, bringing the full delicious hard length of his body into contact with hers. She heated wherever they touched, burning for more. His other hand tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck, pinning her mouth against his as he devoured her, taking her higher out of her mind.

She pressed her claws into his arms and began to kiss him back, unable to stop herself from making clumsy sweeps of her lips across his and trying to master his tongue with her own. He went to pull back and fear shot through her, making her dig her claws in deeper and keep him with her. He growled and she silenced him by stroking her tongue down one of his fangs. It ended on a deep rumbling groan that sent a bolt of heat straight to her belly.

She liked the masculine sound of his desire and satisfaction. She wanted to hear it again.

She shoved him hard and knocked him down onto his back on the sand, landing on top of him. She straddled his hips and kissed him harder, stroking his other fang, tearing another delicious moan from him. His hand on her hip roamed lower, coming to cup her backside, pulling her forwards. She settled herself on top of him, her body plastered to his, and he deepened the kiss again, mastering her once more.

She squeaked when he rolled them, pinning her wings beneath her and her back to the sand, and ending up with his hips wedged between her thighs. His weight pressed down on her, a heaviness that she liked despite the coldness of his armour against her breasts.

Lysia stroked over his shoulders, cursing the thick metal that hindered her. She wanted it gone. She ached to feel his naked flesh against hers and beneath her fingers, hungered to boldly explore it with her lips.

Nevar drew back and she seized his shoulders.

“Not going anywhere,” he murmured against her lips between kisses. “I know what you want and I need it too.”

She released him, trusting he would keep his word, and he smiled as he came into focus above her. His pale hair was bright in the darkness and his black wings rested on either side of her, cocooning her in a way that she liked, one that made her feel he intended to keep her beneath him and wouldn’t let her escape him now.

She didn’t want to escape.

She wanted to keep plunging headlong into whatever was happening between them.

Nevar looked down, drawing her gaze down to his chest, and his armour disappeared, revealing hard cut muscles that sent a hot thrill through her and had her fingers itching to explore. Not only his breastplate and back plate vanished. His vambraces disappeared from her peripheral vision and she felt the coolness of his hip armour disappear too.

Heart lodged in her throat, she looked down between them, unsure what she would see.

A glimmer of disappointment went through her when she discovered he wasn’t naked. His black loincloth remained in place, providing a barrier between them that she wanted to strip away, together with her own clothing.

She reached up and tugged at the ties on her grey top and Nevar’s smile disappeared as he stared down at her, following her every move. His eyes darkened as she took hold of the two long lengths of material she had untied and drew them downwards. Her pulse doubled as she found the courage to keep going, shifting her hands down to her waist and pulling the triangles of cloth away from her breasts.

Nevar groaned, his hungry gaze gobbling up what she offered.

His eyes flickered between hers and her breasts, and she waited to see what he would do, silently willing him to touch her.

He scrubbed a hand over his mouth, drawing his lower lip down and revealing that his fangs were extending.

Another hot shivery ache went through her and she couldn’t stop herself from imagining him placing his mouth on her body, scraping his fangs over her sensitive flesh and teasing her with them.

He groaned, as if he had sensed her wicked thoughts and approved of them, but still didn’t move.

Lysia lifted her left hand, wrapped it around the nape of his neck and drew him down, arching her breasts up to meet him halfway.

He closed his eyes, shuttering his beautiful irises from her view, and wrapped his lips around her right nipple. She bit back the gasp that tried to escape her and sank into the sand as he sucked it into his mouth, tugging on the tight bead and sending fire sweeping over her skin. He moaned and sank against her, his warm bare flesh pressing against her stomach as he clutched her to him and suckled her nipple.

His wings arched higher, blocking out some of the stars that twinkled against the velvet darkness of the sky. She couldn’t resist laying her hands on them. She had never felt feathers before, had always feared them and associated them with angels, but Nevar’s wings were beautiful, cast with a violet sheen that caught the moonlight.

Lysia gently stroked her left palm down the arch of his wing and he grunted against her breast and then growled, sucking harder. She felt the arousal that bolted through him and smiled. He liked this. She caressed both wings this time, following their strong curves and feeling the softness of his feathers. They tickled her fingertips, making them tingle in the same way that Nevar’s suckling made her tingle at the apex of her thighs.

When she wrapped her hands over the muscular ridge of his wings, he growled and jerked his head up.

“Lysia,” he husked, his voice deeper than ever, scraping low enough that she was left in no doubt of the desire her touch had stirred.

If she had doubted it, he would have shown her the depth of it when he kissed her, claiming her and sending her out of her mind.

His lips clashed fiercely with hers and their tongues tangled, his fighting her for dominance that she refused to give to him. She liked the battle, a duel of strength and passion, and wouldn’t surrender so easily to him. It thrilled her together with how he responded, kissing her harder and bringing his body down against hers, so their chests pressed together.

The mark on hers blazed violet.

Not only hers, she realised as he pulled back again and stared down at them, his white hair hanging forwards and coming away from his horns.

Lysia made them her next target for exploration and reached for them as the mark on her chest faded again, sinking back under her skin.

“I did not realise you had a mark to—” He cut himself off with a deep grunt when she wrapped her fingers around his horns and his jaw clenched.

His big body shuddered and he unleashed a rumbling groan. She brushed her fingers over the hard protrusions and his lips parted, his eyes screwing shut as his eyebrows met hard above them.

“Fuck,” he uttered and shook again, one of his arms giving out this time, sending him back down against her.

His heart thundered against her chest.

She smiled mischievously and stroked his horns again, running her fingers up to their pointed tips this time. They grew in response, flaring back from behind his ears, and he bucked against her.

Lysia froze, her heart beating wildly now, all of her awareness locked on the steel length rubbing between her thighs. She quivered in response and tried to hold back her moan, but it was impossible. It slipped from her lips and Nevar’s eyes opened. His wicked smile beat the one she had given him as he ground against her, tearing another breathless gasp from her.

“I can play with the best of them,” he murmured and lowered his mouth back to hers. “Just remember that.”

She would. She would remember that if she wanted to drive him to the brink of madness, the point where he would surrender to his desire for her, all she had to do was stroke his horns.

He kissed her again, swallowing her moan as every inch of her came alive and clamoured for more. She needed more than this rubbing and teasing.

She rocked against him and he uttered a black curse.

“Need you naked,” he said between kisses and she nodded in agreement. Naked sounded good.

Perfect in fact.

She gasped when her clothes disappeared in the same fashion as his armour had, and then groaned when he shifted against her and his naked flesh glided across hers. His response was a guttural moan, a sound of pure male satisfaction that lit her up inside and made her rock against him, wanting to hear it again.

She opened to him, allowing him closer, moaning as he moved against her, rubbing her with his hot hard shaft.

“Nevar.” She tangled her fingers in his hair, brushed his horns with her thumbs, tried to keep on kissing him, but every part of her felt as if it was overloading and all of her actions became jerky and desperate.

He seemed more in control, better able to cope with the feel of their flesh meeting, and she cursed him for it. She was beyond kisses and gentle rocking now. She needed more.

“Please,” she whispered, her desperation overwhelming her and the tightness in her belly, the fierce need for release, demanding she surrender to him now.

She needed him inside her.

He moaned and raised his hips away from hers, and she came close to cursing him for it, but then he reached between them, taking hold of his shaft, and she lost her ability to breathe.

She struggled to keep kissing him as he rubbed the crown over her, guiding it downwards. Anticipation coiled within her, driving back the fear, and she waited, eager to feel him completing her in the most primal of ways.

The blunt head nudged inside her and she barely had time to gasp before he drove his full length home.

Lysia bit down on her tongue to stop herself from crying out from the pain of the invasion.

Nevar froze above her, his lips resting against hers.

He stayed there for long seconds in which she wasn’t sure what to do but knew that he was upset with her for some reason.

The silence grew thick and oppressive.

He snarled.

“Dammit, Lysia,” he growled against her lips and then drew back, his eyes searching hers in the low light from the moon. He stroked the strands of her hair from her face, smoothing them back into place, and settled his hand against her cheek. His expression softened, matching his gentle tone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She only had one answer to that question.

“Because I didn’t think it would matter.”

He frowned and shifted, resting all of his weight on his elbows. The action moved him inside her and her eyes widened when tingles shot through her belly in response, fire the magnitude of which astounded her. He felt thick and long inside her, filling her in a way that was beginning to feel more delicious than painful.

“It matters,” he snapped and closed his eyes, turning his face away from her. “It matters because I am not worthy of this.”

Lysia caught both of his cheeks in her hands and gently drew him back to her, hating the pain that flowed through him, the self-reproach that seemed ingrained in him for some reason. Whatever the reason was, she wanted to destroy it. She wanted to show him that he was wrong about himself.

She lured him down to her and kissed him, softly brushing her lips across his, hoping it would make him see that what she was about to say was the truth and what she felt in her heart.

She rested her forehead against his so their noses touched and whispered, “There has never been anyone more worthy of me than you, Nevar.”

He opened his eyes and pulled back, his gaze questioning hers. She let him see into her, leaving nothing hidden from him and allowing him inside.

“That is why my body is untouched. I have never desired anyone before you. I have never felt a tender caress or a heated stroke of a hand across my flesh. I have never known such feelings as you awaken in me.” She held his gaze and kept hold of his cheeks, ensuring he stayed with her and didn’t try to pull away again. She could feel the discomfort her words caused and could see it in his eyes too. A touch of colour climbed his cheeks and she brushed them with her thumbs. “Speak to me.”

He sighed and closed his eyes, hanging his head between her hands. “Is this real?”

It wasn’t quite what she had expected him to say and it hurt her a little that he doubted what was happening between them, even when she could understand his uncertainty.

“I think so,” she said, unafraid of putting voice to that feeling. If he doubted the feelings between them because of the bond that existed, then she would show him that they were real and wouldn’t give up until he believed her.

He opened his eyes and looked back into hers. “I hope it is… because I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you.”

She couldn’t stop the blush that burned her cheeks on hearing that soft confession after he had declared himself unworthy of her. His expression turned uncomfortable again and she kissed him to soothe him and make him see that he had no reason to be embarrassed, because she had liked what he had said to her.

He deepened the kiss, seizing control of it again, and settled his body back against hers. She moaned as he moved inside her, still hard and hot, reawakening the needful ache she felt for him.

“This is real,” she murmured against his lips. “I know it is… because I have never felt anything like this before.”

She hoped he understood that and everything she wasn’t saying. It wasn’t the bond between them that made her desire him, because she’d had masters before him, and had known only hatred for them. She had never desired anyone before meeting him, had never craved knowledge of a man’s touch or had wanted to allow someone to see beyond the barriers and let them inside.

He kissed her softly as he began to move inside her, gentle thrusts that tore breathless moans from her lips and had her clutching his shoulders. He gathered her to him, into the circle of his strong arms, and covered them with his wings, blocking out the world, as if he wanted her to know only him in this moment.

He was all she knew.

He was all she could feel as his kiss drugged her and his body moved within hers, claiming all of her.

His fingers curled around her shoulders and he kissed her harder as he began to rock deeper, building a different tempo between them, one that felt it would take her out of her mind, if not her body.

She couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her legs around him and delighting in stroking his back, feeling his powerful muscles shifting beneath his skin with each deep thrust of his cock into her body. She moaned and nipped at his lower lip, tearing a groan from him and a jerk of his length that struck deeper within her, sending sparks skittering over her flesh.