A jolt of lust surged through me. Without my memories, I couldn’t know if I’d ever experienced this before. All I knew was that my body was burning with molten heat, and I wanted this male inside me.

I stole a glance at the magical glyphs on my arm. There was no record of sexual conquests on my skin. But I had to have some experience because I knew exactly what to do. It was like a reflex of my muscles.

My inherent knowledge had helped me survive while my amnesia put me at great disadvantage. If I hadn’t known better, I’d almost believe whoever had wiped out my memories had left my instincts and magic intact in order for me to stay alive.

But when I dug deeper to trace my past, searing pain speared through my head, almost rendering me weak and useless.

I fixed my gaze upon the Angel’s huge erection. It pulsed under my grasp and burned in white-hot lust. It was straight in general, yet slightly arched beneath the crown. This type of cock would offer tremendous pleasure.

The Angel thrust his granite-hard cock into my hand.

I licked my lips, my lust raging.

This stranger carved from sky power would give me the release I urgently needed.

I’d lived moment by moment since the day I’d awoken in this jungle. Despite my determination to exact revenge on my foes, moments were all I had. Every day, breathing through the next second in this damned place was a small victory.

After I fucked the Angel, I would forget about him.

I stroked his cock, merely to please myself. I had no care for his feelings. Nevertheless, he groaned in pleasure.

Our mutual desire was fuel and fire.

I pushed my panties aside as I gripped the blunt head of his shaft at my slick entrance, and moved my hips down until my deep sheath swallowed his full length.

He gasped, his hands hungrily fondling my breasts and kneading my taut nipples. I gave myself a second to adjust to his enormous size, but he was impatient. He bucked up his hips to thrust into me, stretching me. I pressed a hand firmly on his hard chest and hissed, “My territory, my rules, and my moves.”

This male was too unruly and arrogant to understand I was doing this purely for my own pleasure. He was merely servicing me. He would learn that, and I would ensure he learned it quickly.

I rocked my hips atop him, gliding up and down his shaft, increasing and decreasing my tempo, testing the pace I would find most enjoyable.

I clenched my muscles around his cock as I moved up until only the tip of him was inside me. I tilted my hips, letting his crown rub against my most sensitive spots, until I was close to the peak.

I moaned as I slammed back down to the base, grinding myself against him, the friction and the sound of flesh against flesh igniting me from the inside out. I shivered as an unimaginable wave of raw delight rained down on me.

He pinched my nipple and an inhuman groan tore through me.

I twined my fingers around his hand and guided it to my clitoris, pressing his fingers against my engorged nub. Under my guidance, the Angel rubbed at my sweet spot and I knew my climax was close.

He curled up his body, his face inches from mine, clearly expecting me to kiss him, but I used my free hand to push him back down to the floor. Kissing required emotions, which I couldn’t spare on anyone.

I wanted a quick, hard fuck, and then I would move on.

I accelerated my pace, pleased with my speed and strength. I fucked him harder than the leopard had fucked his female.

Fucking a stranger meant you didn’t have to care about their needs. You only took care of yourself.

The male beneath me gave a rough, wild grunt and then he pounced.

He broke our joining, and I wasn’t fast enough to prevent it. I doubt I could have if I’d tried—he possessed speed and strength I had no memory of ever encountering.

I bared my teeth and snarled in frustration. My orgasm had been so close.

“How dare you?” I shrieked, but my words were drowned out as he flipped me over. 

He bent me onto a console, nudging my legs open wide enough. Gripping my hips in his strong hands, he thrust into me, his hard cock slamming into my tight channel. The intensity of my vulnerability built in me, the sensation of his relentless pounding igniting a wildfire of bliss inside me.

“You treated my cock without care,” he growled. “Now’s my turn to fuck.”

Refusing to be my tool, the Angel plunged into me, burying himself deep in my pussy.

I expected pain, vowing if he hurt me I would make him pay dearly, but it was all pleasure.

We fit perfectly. It was like his cock was custom-made for me.

He favored long thrusts, keeping his full length in me. Since that didn’t slow down his speed or reduce my pleasure, I didn’t correct him.

As surprised as I was, his dominance heightened the sensation.

His hands cupped my breasts, caressing them. He bent over me, his lips tracing along my neck. I did not require that. I needed no sentiment. All I wanted was quick, hard thrusts from his cock, but his sensual lips, growing aggressive and possessive, burned me with his wild passion. 

The Angel had flame in him, and it promised to incinerate me.

I was an ice witch who had thrown herself at that flame.

“Give me all you have, Angel,” I demanded. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

“I’ve fucked before,” he grunted, “but not like this. Now brace for what you’ve asked!”