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head with thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking of how soft she was against him. How his whole body seemed to light up like a nuclear power plant when her fingers trailed along his skin. His cock was straining against his jeans, and it was the first time he'd ever been truly aware of the damn thing.
    Like an animal, he let his instincts rule him. Pressing his face to her throat, he sniffed her, lowering until he was between her breasts and his big hands were overflowing with the soft flesh of her breasts. Kneading them, weighing them, he let himself explore her as he made his way down to the vee of her thighs.
    "You smell so right,” he said, sniffing— no —purring, for Christ's sakes. He was actually purring like a cat as he inhaled the sweet scent of her sex which was still hidden beneath her white panties.
    He remembered the feel of her ass peeking out from the cotton, at how warm and soft it had been. How it had filled his palm and made him want to reach for more. Needing to see her, he roughly turned her so that she was pressed against the wall and he was staring at her beautiful bottom. And what a gorgeous picture she made for him, her waist tapering in above the flare of her hips, the heart shape of her ass, the teasing bit of her cheek that crept out of her panties.
    She was restless against him, and he cupped her hips in his palms to steady her. He set his tongue to the curve of her cheek, tracing the shape of her bottom, letting the tip of his tongue rest against her folds. She tasted of salt and arousal, and his head seemed to swim. His tongue swirled in his mouth and he tasted her, fuelling the need that was threatening to overtake him.
    Pushing the edges of her panties up, he pressed them up into her crease, until they parted her lips, and the cleft of her bottom—baring all that pink, wet— luscious —flesh. She gasped, and his cock pulsed. He heard his purring grow louder, while he appreciated the sight of her full bottom, his hands cupping and groping, spreading, revealing little pink flashes of her swollen vulva.
    Pressing in, he smelled her, pushed the bunched fabric aside and revealed her glistening sex. He kissed her there, licking away the wetness on his lips. Then he touched her, gently grazing his fingers between her parted lips. She was wet, shimmering. Instinctively he pressed in, lapping the wetness off his fingers, before pressing them against her again. Again, he licked his fingers, tasting her, letting her fill his mouth.
    She whimpered, jarring him. Tearing his gaze away from her, he dropped his hand from his mouth and looked up into her face, expecting to see fear and revulsion shining back at him—after all—he was acting like an animal. Instead, he saw a shy smile and eyes that had turned glassy with passion.
    She was the most gorgeous creature He had ever created. Long blond hair that fell down past her shoulders and dark eyes that had grown even darker stared back at him. Her face was a perfect oval, and her lips were full and ripe, ready to commit any mortal sin. And her body. It was a thing of a beauty. Full and lush with heavy pink tipped breasts and round hips. A soft little mound of a belly beckoned him, told him she was ripe—ready to be taken and explored. And Christ he was ready to take her.
    "It's okay,” she whispered, as if she could sense the inner turmoil warring inside him. “Really, I want ... it's all right, go ahead. Oh, God,” she moaned, as he brought his fingers once more to his mouth, sucking off the taste of her sex. “You look so damn hot when you do that. No one has ever savoured me like that."
    Something akin to the pain of Sammael's mazzariel plunging into his heart heated his chest. Although, it was not pain. It was something else. Something much more complicated than pain.
    Unable to understand his next move, he stood to his full height and lifted her into his arms. She squealed as she found herself being carried in his arms to her bedroom, which he