Darkness Unbound (Dark Angels 1)

“Lovely,” he murmured as his hands continued their journey downward. He tugged lightly at the button on my jeans, then undid the zip.

His touch slid erotically down the outside of my panties and my breath hitched. God, how I ached to be touched. No, not just touched, but filled. I needed him, needed the hardness of him, inside me, thrusting deep. I licked my lips and undid his jean button fly. His cock sprang free of its restriction, engorged with blood and quivering with readiness. I caressed it lightly, saw the bead of pre-cum on its tip, and felt the shudder that went through his body.

“I have to warn you,” he said as I hooked the edges of his jeans and underpants and thrust them down his hips, “that it has been a while since I’ve shared this experience with another. I’m afraid that I may not last very long.”

“Then let’s make the first time all about satisfying basic urges,” I said with a grin, as my jeans joined his on the floor. “And the second all about passion.”

“And what about the third time?” he growled, as he pressed his fingers against my shoulder and lightly pushed me backward.

“Will you be able to manage a third time?” I teased.

Something flared in his eyes and my heart skipped several beats. A challenge had been given and accepted. I was in for one hell of an afternoon.

The backs of my knees hit the base of the bed, and I let myself fall backward, bouncing lightly and grinning in anticipation. He smiled and crawled onto the bed, his body straddling mine but not touching.

“I am Aedh,” he murmured, his face so close to mine that it felt like I was breathing in the very essence of him. “And I intend to make love to you until your body is weak and you beg me to stop.”

I chuckled and cupped his cheek with my hand. “I’m half werewolf, so it’ll take a whole lot of loving before that happens.”

His lips twitched. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Then his mouth met mine and he kissed me fiercely. I wrapped my legs around his, desperately trying to pull him down on top of me, aching with the need to feel skin on skin, skin inside skin. He resisted, his mouth moving from mine, trailing kisses over my chin and down my neck. But it was teeth that grazed my nipples, and I gasped in pleasure, my body arching in response.

He chuckled softly. “I think you like that.”

He didn’t give me the chance to reply, simply nipped again, teasing each hard nub lightly between his teeth then sucking gently. I shuddered and groaned under the pleasurable assault, and wrapped my legs higher around his body, drawing my hips upward until his penis teased my clitoris. I rubbed gently, back and forth, gradually sliding him farther and farther into my slickness until he pushed lightly inside. I kept the contact shallow, allowing only the tip of him to enter before quickly pulling back and repeating the whole process. His body began to shake with the force of his desire and the smell of lust and sex was thick in the air, mingling with the aroma of man and power, creating a heady mixture that had all my senses reeling.

Or maybe that was the magic of his mouth, the kisses he rained all over my body, the clever way he seemed to know just when to bite and when to caress.

And then, just when I thought I could take no more, he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear as he said, “I think I need to fuck you now.”

“Do it,” I said, my voice so breathless with longing that I barely recognized it. “Please, just do it.”

And with those words, he plunged inside me, going as deep as it was possible to go. Pleasure, pure and basic, rammed through me as forcefully as his flesh, and I gasped, my body arching up against his, my hands on the scarred planes of his back, holding him tight.

He began to move, not slowly, not gently, but fiercely. My own movements were just as urgent, just as demanding. It had been far too long—if ever—since I’d experienced pleasure this damn good.

Then he tangled his hand in my hair, holding me still as he kissed me. But this was no ordinary kiss, because it was more than just a meeting of lips, a tangle of tongues. It was energy and power and heat, flesh and spirit, as if our joining was on this plane and the other.

Then thought was swept away, becoming pure bliss on all levels. His movements became more frantic, and my body shook under the assault. The tightness built up inside me, radiating out to the very tips of my toes and fingers, until it felt as if my body was ready to explode and my mind about to fracture.

Then everything did explode, and I was shuddering, shaking, not only with the force of my orgasm but the sheer intensity of sensation rolling through me on that other plane. A heartbeat later, an animal roar was torn from his throat as he came so very deep inside me.

For several minutes neither of us moved. He kept his weigh

t off me, but his forehead rested against mine and his breath washed my face. It was a pleasant sensation that did little to cool the heat still lingering in my flesh.

Mom was right. The sex didn’t live up to the promise of the kiss, but it was still as far away from functional as you could get.

He sighed and moved enough to claim my lips, our kiss soft and sweet. Then he shifted to one side and gathered me close.

“I should go down and turn the stew off,” he said, running his finger lightly down my cheek. His eyes still burned with unchecked desire. “But that would involve moving from this bed and, right now, I have no desire to do so.”

I said teasingly, “Don’t tell me you’re tired already. What happened to that legendary Aedh stamina I heard so much about?”

He chuckled softly and kissed my nose, then tucked his leg over my hip and pressed me closer. He was already rampant, and my pulse rate skipped then raced.

“There’s nothing wrong with my stamina, young lady, and I shall prove it to you if you wish.”