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The Angel

 

 

 

Kaara was in a coma, and we were still stuck on Pandemonium.

But now, I had Fiammetta in my arms. The agony of being apart from her was like a plague, and I’d do anything to prevent it from coming back.

I pinned her wrists over her head as I cupped my hand around her bountiful breast. She writhed beneath me, her eyes glowing silver with lust.

I spread her legs, mounted her, and thrust into her tight channel.

She gasped. I loved the sound. Did she remember she’d always made that rough, breathless, erotic sound whenever I’d first penetrated her? I drove into her repeatedly, pounding between her thighs.

This felt better than roaming the sky and riding the wind.

My body caged hers. The ice-witch melted, and fire coursed under her skin, her flames attempting to lick me. I fucked her harder, and her scent of night blossom, ice, and fire twirled around me, imprinting me. 

I plunged into her sweet depth, faster and harder, to assure she was real and mine.

Moaning breathlessly, she bucked her hips up to meet my rhythm beat for beat. No female had ever given me such intense pleasure. This was the fuck I’d been seeking for an eon.

“More,” she cried, her skin burning like she had a fever.

Mating fever.

I was burning as well, burning for her.

I thrust into her with abandon. “Is this too hard for you, witch?”

“Do your worst, Angel!”

Never fails to challenge me!

I unleashed my power and drove into her molten fire, until her mind surrendered to her body.

She sobbed as she came. Her inner muscles milked my cock with long spasms. I could no longer resist but plunged through her waves of orgasm and spilled my seed.

This is the mate I’ll spend my eternity with.

Fully relaxed, my witch laid her head on my chest, her soft body lying on my feathers. She was weaker than before since she’d shed too much blood to keep Kaara alive.

Fiammetta’s magic was tied to her witch blood, especially her TimeFire. When her blood thinned too much, the flame in her wouldn’t rise. Without it, she couldn’t open the portal. Even my Archangel’s Flame couldn’t fuel hers if she lost any more blood.

“We need to get up, baby,” I said, no matter how unwilling I was to let her leave my arms. “We need to visit the Furies while Akem is occupied with putting out the fire.”

During my prisoner days in the Vampire Tower, I’d learned that the Furies were his unwilling slaves.

“Put on a gown but don’t wear panties,” I said. “I want to fuck you in the sky when we come back.”

Her gray eyes flashed a silver fire.

With Fia in my arms, I flew toward the jungle. She gave my wings a few glances while I let fire spark on my feathers. She didn’t seem impressed but snuggled closer against me.

Through our bond, I felt that she wanted my cock inside her again.

I chuckled. “Now isn’t the time for that. As I said, after we return, I’ll fuck you long and hard.”

She hissed. “That’s not what I have in mind. You can’t just assume you know all about me.”

I only laughed more. My witch was demur when she wasn’t in bed.

She looked down with fascination at the half-scorched city blurring beneath us. My witch loved riding the wind, just like me.

In the belly of the jungle, fire and smoke twirled into the air, caused by a meteoroid hit.

I’d briefly told Fia about the Furies’ visit.

The three Furies were actually one woman, who had been cursed to take on the beastly forms.

“Daily isn’t happy about that,” I said.

Fia raised an eyebrow. “Who would be happy to be cursed?”

That look made my cock grow hard in my trousers. She sensed my male need and smiled, her hand gliding along the ridge of my wing, sending tiny electric shocks all over me.

“Stop it while I’m flying.” I shivered. “Or I’ll have to fuck you right now.” I squeezed her against me. “Maybe we should go back to bed.”

“We’ll never leave.”

“A taste then.”

I freed a hand and thrust two fingers into her wet, plump pussy.

A lustful moan left her lips. After a few hard thrusts, I pulled out my fingers and licked her juice. “You taste like honeysuckle, baby. Let’s get this business with the Furies done and return to the tower. I can’t wait to lick you all over.”

“Whatever you want, Angel,” she purred, and my cock jerked.

The Furies shrieked, ruining the mood.

I tugged Fiammetta tightly to me, an angelblade in my hand.

My mate’s darkness swirled in the air, hissing in a battle mode.