But when he pushed, this time, she felt her body swallow him,allof him, the final ridge slipping inside her.
“That’s it.” He kissed her lips and then trailed his mouth along her jaw, down her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”
She moaned helplessly in response.
His hips started working, sliding just the last row of ridges in and out through her stretched channel.
“You’re gripping me so tight. Feels like fucking heaven.”
She tried to speak, but all that came out was more moaning. The sensation built higher and hotter until she was sure her body would combust. He pulled out further—two rows now—sinking them back in. She felt the burn, the stretch, but with her pleasure nerves singing, it all morphed into a maelstrom of molten ecstasy. His movements sped up—three rows moving in and out now, and she felt every single one.
An orgasm overtook her like a tidal wave from the inside out. Her vision went black, and her cries filled the space around them.
At the same moment, Raum sank his fangs into her neck. The sting of sensation melted into ecstasy. Again and again her muscles tried to contract around the shaft stretching them, each flex coinciding with the racing pulse of her heart.
A deep groan rumbled in his chest, and she felt him swell and pulse inside her. Heat filled her core as he gave into his release.
It was fucking incredible.
The suction on her neck continued as he came, and she rode out the wave from her own climax, her muscles slowing their rhythmic flexing. His hips kept working, but the depth of his thrusts eased, and the draws on her neck lessened.
He groaned long and slow as he finally withdrew his teeth from her skin.
Unwrapping her arms from their vice-like grip around his shoulders, she framed his face, looking into his heavy-lidded eyes to make sure he was okay. He’d just taken a sizable dose of her blood, after all.
“You just survived a terrible ordeal,” she scolded with a smile. “You shouldn’t be drinking my blood.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” He lifted a claw stroked down her cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“I don’t get how you’re not unconscious.”
Full lips curved into a lazy smile. “Gotta stay awake to see your pretty face.”
Her heart melted. “I love you.”
“Love you too, angel.”
He leaned in to kiss her, but the effects of her blood caused him to miscalculate, and he stumbled, nearly taking them both down to the ground. She laughed and when he steadied, planted the kiss he’d sought on his lips.
When they pulled apart, their gazes locked, and she felt everything settle inside her. No matter what happened, they were together. Where they were meant to be.
“Can’t believe we just fucked liked this,” he said.
“Like what?”
“In this creepy warehouse. Covered in an archangel’s blood. It’s pretty epic.”
Sunshine blinked as she remembered their surroundings. She looked up, seeing the dark room and their incriminating position.
Her back was still against the wall, her wings folded beneath Raum’s that encircled them. Her robe was bunched around her waist, her still-trembling legs wrapped around his hips. His erection had eased, but it was by no means small, and she could feel it flex occasionally inside of her. Wetness coated her inner thighs, and the more he softened, the more leaked out of her.
All in all, it was a terribly sinful display. Absolutely wicked.
Her lips curved.
And then someone shouted, “Argh! Jesus— What in the hell!”
Sunshine quickly unwound her legs and came to her feet while Raum lowered one wing to see over his shoulder, making space for her to see as well.
