She was stealing inside him with her innocence and her need and, God help him, he was defenseless against her.
“I could eat you for hours,” he groaned. “Keep my mouth right here and just taste you, feel you coming apart for me.” His tongue rolled around her clit again, pulling another of those helpless cries from her.
Before she had a chance to realize his intent, he was pushing two fingers inside her, feeling the snug muscles tighten further, bearing down on his fingers, and clenching desperately on the invasion.
“So sweet and tight,” he groaned aga
inst her clit. “Feel how tight you are, baby. How hot and sweet.”
He stroked her inner flesh with slow, languorous rubbing motions, feeling each convulsive clench of her pussy around his fingers.
“Duke, please!” she cried out. “Please, let me come. Now . . . please . . .”
Angel was certain she couldn’t possibly survive the sensations building inside her or the storm she could feel waiting to fracture inside her.
The deep, internal spasms clenching her pussy around his fingers only built the sensations higher. They did nothing to ease the pleasure spiraling out of control.
She could feel perspiration glazing her body, the heat building inside her, not in the least cooled by her body’s response to it or the AC running on the other side of the room.
“Duke, please!” she gasped, shuddering as the stroke of his tongue around her clit became firmer, hungrier.
A second later he sucked her clit between his lips, drawing on it as his finger began moving, fucking into her with quick strokes that shattered her senses, exploding through her in a rush of ecstasy so intense she lost herself within it.
Before she could recover, before the blaze of sensation could ease, he was on his knees, his cock pushing inside her, parting the clenched, rippling tissue still gripped by waves of pleasure.
“Oh fuck . . . Angel . . .” he groaned, pushing inside her, an inch at a time, stretching her, separating her flesh with such lashes, a pleasure-pain she knew she couldn’t survive. “That’s it . . . so fucking tight . . . sweet hot pussy’s so tight . . .”
She bucked beneath him, driving him deeper only to catch her breath on a shattered cry as he plunged fully inside her. And he didn’t stop. She would die if he stopped, die if it eased before she reached the pinnacle he was pushing her to.
A guttural groan tore from him as the pace became faster, harder. Pounding inside her relentlessly, he fucked her like a man possessed, like he knew she was possessed. And she knew it would destroy her. There was no way to survive.
Each hard plunging stroke shafting inside her pushed her closer. Lashing, white-hot arcs of sensation slammed through her, pierced her womb, her clit. . . . Her pussy clamped down on the iron-hard erection shuttling inside it with a driving rhythm and in one blinding second, she shattered.
The sensations exploding through her senses were chaos. They ripped through her body, her heart, and she swore they dug into her soul as a hoarse wail met the kiss he slammed over her lips.
Driving her through the explosive orgasm, he thrust inside her, deep, lodged in to the hilt then filled her with hard, heated blasts of his own release. Each pulse of semen sent a shudder through his powerful body and deepened his kiss, deepened the fracture he made in the shields protecting her from caring too deeply, too much. He was destroying her and he didn’t even know it. Taking hold of her, owning a part of her she knew she’d never regain again.
SEVENTEEN
She was going to drive him to an early grave, Duke decided as he found her outside the house later that evening crouched by the natural barrier between the yard and the woods. She’d been out there half a dozen times throughout the day, pacing the back of the yard, checking the vines for openings, staring into the forest surrounding the house.
She’d acted damned strange when she’d stepped back outside more than half an hour ago. The tension he’d felt gripping her, the feeling that her mind was moving too hard and too fast, had him following her when he couldn’t reconcile the reason for the sudden alertness.
“What the hell are you doing out here?”
She was kneeling on one knee, her head tilted to one side, a frown on her face as she stared at a depression in the dirt.
“Be quiet,” she muttered.
He watched curiously as she stood and turned in the direction of Declan on watch, then turned again until she would have been facing Harley.
At the point where she stood, both men would have had a clear bead on her.
“I don’t feel it.” She shook her head quickly. “It’s not there.”
“What?” Duke could feel the hair standing on the back of his neck.
Her head jerked around to him, eyes widening as something akin to panic flashed in her face.