When one of his wings stretched out so that the feather lazily rubbed against her forearm, she studied it unabashedly. In the daylight she could see that his wings weren’t pure black. Rather, tiny flecks of brown and green marred the down, creating no distinct pattern.
“Your wings are beautiful. I quite envy them,” she allowed herself to admit.
His head lifted and he shot her a teasing grin, his eyes flickering in the soft daylight. “You’re more than welcome to touch them.”
I bet.
She knew how sacred an angel’s wings were to him or her, and her understanding was that they were an ultra-erogenous zone. But then, she’d been aching to touch them for days now, so hey…
“Why not?”
Smiling at the way his expression suddenly morphed from playful to disbelieving yet hungrily hopeful, she reached out to stroke the down of his wing. Droplets of moisture had beaded on the top, but they wiped away at her touch, leaving the feathers dry and soft.
“Amazing.”
When she started to draw her hand away, he murmured a hoarse, “Don’t stop.”
Her skin heated at the arousal coloring his voice. With unsteady fingers, she continued her stroking motion, increasing her reach while slowly drawing closer to his body, until her fingers practically touched his shoulder blades.
“That feels good,” he practically purred, his eyelids shuttering. From the way he arched into her touch, she got the sense he was most sensitive at the base of his shoulders. Summoning her courage, she slid two fingers to the very spot where his wings grew so seamlessly out of his shoulders.
He let out a groan and a shudder. Before she could even process his movement, he’d grasped onto her waist and spun her around so her back thumped against the firm edge of the bank.
She blinked. “Wha—?”
“Sorry.” Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile that let her know he wasn’t quite that sorry. “That spot is very sensitive.”
Before she could apologize, or even blush, his lips swooped down to thoroughly claim hers. Electricity ping-ponged wherever their skin met, and belatedly she realized that his legs had intertwined with hers, and the heat of his arousal dug heavy and hard into her side.
Oh God.
She was naked in a hot spring with a sinfully hard angel curled around her. She was really going to do this.
His tongue plundered her mouth, sending shocks of arousal through her body, and the momentary panic fled. In the end this was a dance old as time, and though her brain might not know how to proceed, it seemed her body instinctively knew what to do.
When one of Ruby’s legs snaked up to wind around Jason’s thigh, the movement shifted his body so that his cock nudged between her thighs, the hard heat of it sliding along the slickened folds of her body. The unfamiliar friction was too delicious to resist. She gritted her teeth and undulated her hips, almost coming then and there.
“Gods, Ruby.” Jason tore his mouth from hers with a groan. His breath puffed into her ear, his voice hoarse when he whispered, “If you want to stop, we need to do it now. I…I want you too badly.”
I want you too badly.
Hell yes, she knew exactly how he felt.
“No,” she panted.
He started to pull away, his brow furrowing, but she stopped him by tightening her leg around his thigh. “I mean no, don’t stop.”
Shock and disbelief colored his gaze. “You mean—?”
“Make love to me Jason. Make love to me now.”
Chapter Eleven
Jason’s eyes widened at Ruby’s hoarsely uttered words. Yes, it appeared she’d succeeded in well and truly shocking him.
Well, good.
She wanted him on his toes, just like she’d been ever since the moment he’d shown up in that abandoned warehouse.
His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at her face, drinking in the sincerity of his gaze. Finally, he whispered, “Are you sure?”
The hard clench of his chiseled jaw, the tenseness in his arms, told her just how much it had cost him to say those words. She trailed her fingers up his jaw before wrapping them behind his neck.
“I’m sure.”
Just like that, some of his rigid control broke. Muttering an oath, he crushed his lips to hers. His lower body pressed closer, the tip of his erection barely nudging her entrance. She concentrated on kissing him back, on holding on for dear life. If Jason were to let her go right now, she’d no doubt bonelessly slump beneath the water.
When she moaned against his lips, he slid one hand down her side, then wedged it in between their bodies, continuing his downward slide until his fingers brushed along her moist-slickened clitoris. She cried out with a shudder, her thighs automatically tensing against the delicious intrusion, but he continued his relentless movement, stroking and plucking at her delicate flesh until her entire body convulsed around his touch.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, unable to stop herself or the ramming of her heart against her chest. While she was no stranger to self-love, a sad necessity given her twenty-six-year old virgin status, this was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was…it was…
Magic.
“Gods, you have no idea how I’ve longed to do that, Ruby,” he murmured against her lips. “How I’ve longed to taste you.”
“I…”
Taste?
Before she could do so much as squeak, he flexed his wings and propelled them out of the water. The cool air stung her back for no more than a millisecond before he touched them down on the ground and wrapped one of his wings around her. The other brushed at something, and when he nudged her backward onto a flat, smooth rock jutting up several feet from the ground, she realized he’d been clearing the surface of fallen leaves. Creating a makeshift bed for them.
Pure, strong desire flowed off her to him, and vice versa, as she lay on her back and waited for Jason to join her. The cool temperature of the rock quickly heated beneath her flushed skin. She ignored it and simply stared at Jason, for the first allowing herself to unabashedly take her fill of him.
His short, dark hair was slightly damp and slicked back from his forehead, leaving nothing in the path of his passion-filled gaze. His dark wings were flared, bending forward to block the cool breeze from her wet skin. And the muscles of his chest and abs—God, they were beautiful. Chiseled and strong, just like that part of his body that proudly jutted between his muscular thighs.
Fighting back her shyness, she let her gaze wander all the way down to his erection, drinking it in.
“Holy hell,” she murmured. He was big.
He let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by her reaction.
Just when she was about to urge him down, he knelt of his own accord, placing one knee between her outspread thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Ruby,” he said, his gaze flitting from her face to her breasts then further down her body.
“Thank you,” she whispered, because there was really nothing else to say. Not when he so clearly meant every word he said.
With a wicked grin, he lowered himself over her. The heat from his still-damp skin, along with the protection of his wings, encased her body in a warm cocoon, one she never wanted to escape from.
“You know,” she admitted, “you’re pretty damn beautiful yourself.”
She caught his blistering smile an instant before he lowered his head to hers, claiming her lips in a soul-searing kiss. On and on it went, as if he had all the time in the world, as if this day had been created just for making love.
Who knew, maybe it had been. All Ruby could think was she never wanted it to end.
When his long, slick fingers slid down her body, trailing in between her legs, she unabashedly arched her back, pressing into them. Now that she knew how glorious his electric touch was, she wanted more of it. So much more.
One of his fingers slowly slid into her sheath, then began gliding in and out in a rhythm that quickly stole the breath from her lungs.
/> “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
Wow, she didn’t sound like herself. Her cracked, hoarse voice was at least an octave lower than normal. And hell, she didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything other than this moment. This unforgettable experience.
When he added a second finger, stretching her just a bit more, she bit her lip to stifle her moan. The intense pressure nearly drove her out of her mind.
“So tight,” he whispered, his spicy, heated breath tickling her lips.
“Please,” she cried out, barely even conscious of it.
He made a soft sound of satisfaction against her lips then gently withdrew his fingers.
“No,” she protested, clutching his arm to hold him in place. That wasn’t what she wanted. But he only laughed and pulled from her grasp.
“Trust me.”
Before she could question it, he slid down her body, his damp skin sending shock waves of spine-tingling electricity through her. His arms hooked under her thighs, spreading them further and putting his head perilously close to that spot between her thighs that begged for more of his attention.
“What are you doin—?”
The long, slow probe of his tongue along her heated core stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Oh…oh my God.”
Her head thumped back onto the rock, hard enough to hurt. But not even the answering stars in her vision could distract her from the amazingly unbelievable sensation of his liquid tongue down there. Yes, she knew about oral sex, but never in a million years could she have imagined it would feel like this.
Squeezing her thighs against his head, she tried her best to ride out the roller coaster of sensations ignited by his lips and tongue. But when he added one finger to the equation, she was lost. A forceful climax ripped through her, seizing her muscles with gripping intensity. His name tore from her lips, the sound more a scream than anything else.
Jason rose and captured her lips on a groan, swallowing the sound. He tasted like salt and musk, a surprisingly arousing combination.
“You taste so delicious,” he whispered against her lips.
How could he speak so consciously when her brain was all a muddle? Right now she could only think one thing.
More.
She wanted so much more of him. Wanted to feel him inside her. To be one with him.
“Jason,” she pleaded, lifting her legs to lock them over his hips.
As if he had all the time in the world, he kissed his way down her neck, one of his thumbs reaching down to rub over her pebbled nipple. “Yes, my love?”
“Now.”
A low laugh rumbled in his throat, but he obeyed her desperate command. He shifted above her, positioning his body so that his thick erection nudged her entrance. His eyes met hers, bright and passionate and filled with something that looked far too much like love.
For one moment her lusty haze cleared just enough for her to process what was about to happen.
I can’t believe it.
She was about to make love for the first time. With an angel.
But then he pressed forward, and all thought fled, leaving behind only the sensation of fullness and the tiniest hint of pain. He slowly eased inside, inch by precious inch, easily sliding past the flimsy barrier of her innocence.
“Heavens, Ruby.” Jason let out a groan and dropped his forehead to hers. “You’re so very tight. I could almost swear you’d never done this before.”
A flushed heated her cheeks. “Um…”
His head shot up, eyes meeting hers, and one of his brows arched in surprise. “This is your first time?”
Well, when he said it like that, with so much disbelief, it made her feel like a freak. Embarrassment flared within her as she nodded, averting her gaze.
“Oh, my sweet. You should have told me. I could have made it easier for you.”
She found the courage to meet his gaze once again. “It’s perfect.”
Grinning, he gave her a long, leisurely kiss before moving his hips once again. He pushed forward until he was seated to the hilt. Then, keeping his lips to hers all the while, he withdrew and then shoved back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm that stole all the breath from her lungs.
Wow, this feels incredible.
Beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
“Please.” The silk-on-steel feel of him inside her was too much to bear. She dug her fingers into his back, feeling the rising tide of an upcoming climax upon her.
“Ruby,” he gasped. “I want you too much.”
He shifted his hips, and that was all it took for the dam to break, coaxing forth a wave of ecstasy so intense her vision splintered and her body exploded with pleasure.
“Yes,” she screamed up to the sky. “Yes!”
“Oh, hell.” Jason let out a muffled groan, and the last of his control seemed to break. Angling up against her, he pounded harder and harder into her, until amazingly, she felt herself begin to come apart once more under the weight of his heavy thrusts.
When Jason let out a shout and froze deep within her, the sound and feel of him propelled her over the edge once more. She closed her eyes and cried out her pleasure, her legs convulsing from the feel of his hot release splashing inside her body. He stayed like that for some time, frozen, before finally collapsing over her.
Sated, brainless, and exhausted, she wrapped her arms around Jason’s lower back and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his down feathers lazily brushing against her skin.
That was…that was incredible. Too amazing for words.
Something that would definitely need to be repeated, and soon.
But for now, she satisfied herself with lazily sliding her hands along the heated skin of Jason’s lower back. With simply enjoying the feel of him over her, inside her.
When he withdrew from her spent body, she let out a murmur of protest. He immediately settled beside her, pulling her into his side while repositioning his wing so it covered her entirely, like a warm, heavy blanket.
“That was nice,” she said, cuddling lazily into the nook of his arm.
“Nice?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That was more than nice, my love. It was cataclysmic.”
“Mm…” Now that the tension had been exorcised from her body, she felt warm and content and more than a little bit sleepy. “Want to do it again?”
“Again?” Jason let out a soft laugh and slid his free arm over her, pulling her in closer. “You know I do. But perhaps a minute to recuperate might be in order.”
“Yeah, good idea,” she mumbled. A rest sounded good. Soon enough they could experience the amazing sensation of lovemaking all over again, but for now she would…she would just…
Yawning, she gave in to the irresistible urge to shut her stone-heavy lids.
*****
Many hours later, Jason rolled over in his luxurious, four-poster bed and gazed upon Ruby’s sleeping form. She was nestled under the covers, with only her bare, creamy shoulder s and her long, loosened hair sticking out from the top. While the light shadows under her eyes hinted to her exhaustion, a dreamy smile curled her lips.
His mate was pure heaven, like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
Earlier, after their explosive initial encounter down at the stream, he’d woken her to repeat the experience all over again. Finally, after that, they accomplished what they’d originally gone to the bank to do. They took a long, leisurely bath in the warm water.
Once they’d redressed, Jason had flown them back to the cave, where they’d immediately proceeded up to his room. Though he’d used the guise of showing Ruby his living quarters, it hadn’t taken much persuasion on his part to talk her into joining him in his massive bed. He was beginning to think the woman might be as insatiable as he was.
But then, she went twenty-six years without making love.
Not so long for an angel, but for a human, that was quite impressive. No doubt she had much lost time to make up for.
And of all the men she could have chosen, she gave herself to you.
Though she might try to downplay the meaning of that, it wasn’t lost on him. A woman like her could have had many men at her age, but she’d saved herself. For him.
Her body recognizes what her mind yet does not.
Ruby was his mate.
As if she sensed his gaze on her, she moaned and stirred, unconsciously arching her back into a stretch before her eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes locked on his, and she gave him a slow smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself.” A sense of lightness that he hadn’t felt in years enveloped him. Grinning like a loon, no doubt, he reached down to smooth strands of her long, red hair from her face. “Slept well?”
She scrunched her nose, making a funny little face. “Passed out is more like it.”
“I can imagine.” He pressed a light kiss to the top of her nose. “You haven’t eaten today.”
Her brow furrowed as she considered his words. “You’re right.”
That she’d apparently forgotten about that little fact pleased him more than he’d care to admit. She’d enjoyed their lovemaking just as much as he had, that was certain. Another indication that she was well and truly his.
“Thank you,” he murmured, reaching his hand out to trail down her creamy skin.
“For what?” she asked sleepily.
“For giving yourself to me.” When her softly startled gaze locked on his, he continued, “I know it meant something to you. I want you to know that it did for me too. I am very grateful, very honored, to have been your first lover.”
Your only lover.
Somewhere in her mind, his unspoken words registered. He could see it in the soft sheen of her eyes. In the hint of panic she couldn’t quite disguise. He only prayed that one day she would realize his loving her didn’t cage her in, but rather set her free. Gave her the freedom to be just who she was.
His hand trailed further down her body, to the glorious curve of her hips, and lust rose within him once again. Yet his mate needed to eat, to gain her strength, and if they continued their bed play, they’d likely be in here for several more hours. Before he could give in to the temptation, he asked, “Would you care to join the others downstairs for dinner?”
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