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Revenant

Adrenaline surged through him, hot and potent as he dragged his tongue through her valley in a lazy sweep and slid one finger inside her dripping core. Her deep moan vibrated his mouth as he began to lick her in earnest now, relishing her unabashed noises and pleading whispers.

“I love this,” she breathed. “You’re so… good.”

Maybe, but he knew for a fact that he’d never been this into it, this hungry for female flesh. He kissed her deeply, drawing her pulsing bud between her lips, flicking his tongue over the tip, and then he sucked. Hard.

“Holy… shit… Rev… I’m going to —” She broke off with a cry. Her fingernails scored his scalp, and her channel clenched around his fingers as she rode his hand and tongue.

She looked down at him, catching his gaze as he finished her off, easing his finger out of her as he continued to stroke her lightly with his tongue. Her mouth was parted with panting breaths, and her cheeks were flushed with passion. The sight of her like that made his cock strain inside his pants, demanding release.

Then, as the sexual glow waned, the sadness in her eyes reappeared.

Fuck that. He wasn’t going to give her one more second to think about anything but him.

He stood, gripped her hips, and tugged her hard against him. Her heat scorched him even through his layers of leather.

“Now,” he growled into her ear, “we do this my way.”

Blaspheme really hoped Revenant’s way was rough and raw, because right now, that was what she needed. Wanted. Craved.

The room spun as Revenant wheeled her around so her spine was against his chest. “Your wings,” he growled into her ear. “Show them to me.”

It didn’t occur to her to refuse, even though the last time she’d summoned her False Angel wings during sex with him, they’d flickered in and out of existence.

Careful to not release any remaining aphrodisiac powder, she let her gossamer wings flare out, filling the narrow space between their bodies. Revenant groaned, and she closed her eyes as his hands drifted from the base of the wings all the way to the tips. His warmth surrounded her as they stood like that, plastered against each other, with him caressing what no one else had ever touched.

She never took her wings out during sex. They were a tool abused by False Angels to seduce and deceive, but right now, she was the one being seduced.

And she reveled in it.

Too soon, she felt the telltale weakening of her aura, knew the wings would disappear. Reluctantly, she made them fade away, and Rev’s hiss of displeasure vibrated her spine.

“I didn’t tell you to put them away.”

She reached back and dug her nails into his thigh. “You don’t get to tell me to put them away.”

His breath was hot against her cheek as he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make her gasp. “This is my show, angel.”

There was no warning. All at once, he stepped back and bent her over the desk with a hand on the back of her neck. Her palms and cheek slapped the wood at the same time, enough to sting, but not hurt. Holding her down with one strong hand, he drove the other between her legs, cupping her swollen sex. She was still throbbing from her climax, and when he slipped a finger between her folds and rubbed her, the first stirrings of a second one began.

Just as she pushed back against him, desperate for more pressure, he tightened his grip on her neck and withdrew his talented fingers. She moaned at the loss of sensation, felt his knuckles brush her rear as the sound of a zipper rang out.

Anticipation made her pant so hard she saw her breath form condensation on the desk’s surface.

The blunt tip of his penis pushed into her, lingered, and then he slammed home. She cried out in exquisite pleasure. He pulled back and thrust again, harder, and her desk slid on the floor. He didn’t seem to notice, kept up the delicious onslaught.

He knew exactly what she needed. No downtime. No talk. No emotion.

The squeak of her bare skin on the wood joined the erotic sounds of Rev’s panting breaths and the slap of his thighs on the back of hers. Her hip bones banged on the desk, and she knew she’d have the bruises to show for it, but oh, what beautiful bruises they’d be.

“Is this what you wanted?” His guttural voice sent tingles across her skin. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” she rasped. “More.”

“That’s my angel,” he whispered.

Abruptly, he yanked her upright, and a piercing, searing pain tore into her neck, followed immediately by an ecstasy so intense that she screamed. She’d never been bitten before, had never wanted to be that vulnerable. She hadn’t known what she was missing, but she wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Pleasure spiked as his arm came around her waist to hold her while he fucked her, lifting her off the floor with each powerful thrust. The smooth rub of his leather against her skin was like an erotic caress, and the thought that he was fully clothed was the last straw. Her orgasm crashed over her like an ocean wave, tumbling her endlessly in ecstasy and drowning her in bliss.

Nothing had ever felt like this before. She’d had a lot of sex and a lot of orgasms, but this was more than a physical release. It was emotional as well, and as Revenant stiffened and his hot seed splashed inside her, pressure filled her chest cavity.

The sex had been amazing and exactly what she needed, but it had only delayed the inevitable, the realization that her life had gone to hell in a handbasket, and hope was all she had left.

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