began to squeeze her legs together, but lightning fast, he was between them. He pressed a gentle hand against her inner thighs and she shuddered.
Slowly he dragged a gentle finger along her slit. He moved up and down, barely touching her, but she knew he wouldn’t be teasing her for long. She could see it in his dark eyes.
“You’re wet,” he murmured.
Angela nodded mainly because she didn’t trust her voice.
“For me.” Not a question.
Again she nodded.
“Say it.”
Since when had he become so talkative? She didn’t want words; not now.
His hand stilled and her inner walls clenched for him. “Say. It.”
“You’re very bossy,” she murmured.
He started to move away and her heart jumped in her chest. She didn’t want him to go.
“I’m wet for you. Only for you.” The words tumbled out so fast she didn’t have time to think about being embarrassed.
A small smile curved his normally hard lips. He continued stroking but this time he inserted a finger inside her.
His movements were slow, unhurried, and deliciously torturous. He definitely knew how to use his hands and she was thankful some things hadn’t changed. She tightened around him, wishing it was more than his finger.
As he moved his finger in and out of her in a perfect rhythm, he leaned forward a fraction. “I want to kiss you here.” He nodded between her legs.
“Okay.” It surprised her he’d even asked.
He smiled again as he looked down at her. A small, knowing and completely intimate smile that made a strange warmth curl through her as he assessed her. “Perfect,” he murmured. With the same attention he’d paid to her mouth earlier, he swept his tongue and teeth over her lower abdomen.
Knowing what was coming, her stomach muscles tensed in anticipation. He added another finger and buried them inside her. Instead of moving them, he remained still. Her inner walls clenched around him and she lifted her hips, trying to force him to stroke her.
As if he understood her frustration, he lightly chuckled against her. The action tickled her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She fisted the bedcover beneath her in an effort to ground herself.
He didn’t give her the chance. Using his tongue, he parted her folds and began his assault against her pulsing clit. The teasing, flicking action was too much.
She’d been primed before he’d completely stripped her. Had known exactly what was coming. The memory of him had embedded itself deep in her psyche. After years of fantasizing about him when she touched herself, she was finally given the real thing.
For a moment she tried to control herself but gave in to the impulse and let go. Arching her back, she cried out. His name fell from her lips and as soon as it did, he growled low in his throat.
As she started to crest, he began moving his fingers again. The combination of his mouth and fingers proved too much. An explosion of colors flashed in front of her eyes for a split second as the climax rushed over her.
It hit her hard and fast. Like a rush of cool spring water it rolled over her with almost violent intensity until she collapsed against the covers.
When he raised his head a primal expression covered his sharp features. It was definitely possessive. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Wasn’t even sure what it meant or what she wanted it to mean.
He opened his mouth to say something, but she’d never know what. The door flew open with a bang and panic jumped inside her. She covered her breasts and started to grab the cover underneath her in attempt to hide but Knox moved over her, blocking most of her body.
Knox whipped his head around but didn’t move off Angela. He didn’t want anyone seeing what was his. Alaric, his second-in-command, froze when he spotted them. His eyes widened with unabashed shock.
“This better be important,” Knox growled as he tried to contain his anger. Someone better be dead or dying for an interruption like this.
Alaric snapped to
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