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relishing her gasp and the way she
jerked toward him.
    He pulled back
so he could admire her mound. Luminous silver curls shielded her
entrance, her plump pink lips glistening with her delicious juices.
She was a feast for the gods and, although he was an angel, he was
ravenous and intended to devour every last, delectable morsel she
offered.
    With a
primordial growl, he tightened his grip on her butt to keep her
still and prevent any notion of escape she might harbor. Again he
dipped into her wet depths, lapping at her sweet ambrosia, and his
shaft pulsed with a need so intense he feared for his sanity.
    But cocooned
within the heat that was Celeste, maybe madness wouldn’t be such a
terrible thing after all.
    Her fingers
massaged his head, sending strange bolts of pleasure catapulting
through his brain. He eased a finger between her crevice,
searching, probing, and gently caressing her rosette as his tongue
caressed the swollen bud of her clit.
    She convulsed
around his tongue, her hands clamped to his head, holding him
captive as he licked and sucked and drank her heavenly nectar. Her
hips bucked against him and he held her firm with his hands as her
wild gasps filled the candlelit room and highlighted the delirious
abandon of her orgasm.
    He stroked her
quivering clit with his tongue then rose to his feet. His control
strained at the edges of his consciousness, and if he didn’t have
her now his soul would shatter.
    He lifted her
and spread her on the cloak covered bed. Her eyes were more golden
than green now, and her silvery hair glowed like an immortal
halo.
    Heart
thundering, he kneed her thighs apart then manacled her wrists with
one hand and raised her arms above her head.
    “Barbarian.”
Her voice was slurred. She tugged against his hand as if testing
the strength of her captor. “Release me.”
    He lowered his
muscled bulk until his chest crushed her erect nipples.
“Never.”
    As the head of
his engorged erection teased her wet slit, she panted into his
face. “I might hold you to that.”
    With his free
hand, he brushed errant curls from her flushed face. “I don’t
intend to let you go, Celeste. Willing or not, when I leave this
hell hole you’re coming with me.”
    For a
millisecond her eyes glittered pure emerald. “You may not still
want me in the morning.”
    He gave a
ragged laugh of disbelief and plunged into her tight channel to
show her just how much he wanted her. To reassure her how much he
would always want her.
    Her lifespan
was short, as for all mortals . But he wouldn’t think of that
now, not when her sweet sheath engulfed him in a tender trap of
silk and fire. Not when her legs gripped him so fiercely or her
hips bucked so enticingly, sending him ever closer to the rim of
madness.
    “Fuck me,
Celeste.” He roared out her name, and it felt so right on his
tongue, as if he’d been waiting a thousand lifetimes to find her
and brand her as his.
    Harder he
thrust into her, as if he could somehow share his immortality with
her, prolong her existence and grant her access to the dark world
he inhabited.
    “Rafe.” Her
whisper tore through his being with the force of a volcano,
igniting his blood in a fiery torrent and his balls hardened with
unimaginable tension. “I’ll fuck you forever, if you’ll have
me.”
    He closed his
eyes against her unearthly beauty, and starlight exploded in silver
ribbons against the blood red canopy of his mind. He withdrew, then
thrust, withdrew, thrust again, so deep inside her tight, wet
channel. It felt so right, and his control splintered as he came
with bone shattering intensity within her welcoming womb.
    As his heart
thundered, and his lungs convulsed, her words echoed in his mind. Forever . For the first time, he wanted forever. How ironic
that the only woman to capture his soul was this one.
     

Chapter
Three
     
    Celeste clung
to his hard body as he collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh
and his heart pounding against her breast. She