31 PAINT THE TOWN RED #2
He dove back into a kiss with a low moan that sent a shiver through her.
Carrying her to the far end of the room, he pressed her back against a wall, wrapping his wings around them as far as he could to shelter her from their surroundings.
She hauled her robe up her legs and then tugged down the waistband of his pants.
“This is fucking insane,” he panted.
“Don’t care. Don’t even think about stopping.”
His hands roamed under her dress until he found her underwear. He hooked his claws under the fabric at her hips, and with a sharp yank, tore through it. She moaned as he tugged it away, rolling her hips in search of the part of him she desperately wanted.
His thick, ribbed shaft slid along her slick core, up and down, and they both groaned, their mouths fusing in a hungry kiss. At the top of each stroke, he ground against her clit, spreading her wetness around.
When her body was ready to accept him, she tilted her hips until the head of his cock aligned with her entrance. She wanted him inside her so badly, her inner muscles rippled in anticipation. But he didn’t push forward, holding himself back with rigid control.
“Inside me,” she moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.”
“Should I shift? I’m bigger right now.”
“I want it like this. I need it.”
“Fuck, Sunshine.”
He gave her an inch. Just the head of his cock sitting inside her made her shake, and she tipped her head back while he feasted on her throat, nipping at her tender skin with his fangs. The rest of her core clenched, eager to be stretched open, and another gush of wetness lubricated his passage.
“More,” she panted when she was sure she could take it.
He pressed in a little deeper, and she cried out as she felt the first row of ridges slip inside her. The texture against her inner walls was a mind-numbing mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. “So damn tight.”
He slid out slightly, his shaft coated with her slick arousal, before pushing, pushing through another inch of impossible tightness. Her back arched as another cry burst from her.
The stretch was excruciating.
But it was exactly what she needed right now. She needed to feel him, all of him, in the most visceral way. She needed him to know she was his. She needed him to take everything she had to give.
Because she trusted he would protect what he took. Because she knew he was giving himself to her in return.
He pulled out and then sank forward again, another row of ridges straining into her as he slid deeper still. Her legs shook almost violently as her body fought to take him.
“That’s it,” he moaned, his breath gusting in her hair, sending tingles down her spine. “Fuck, yes, you can take me.”
“Yes—”
“You can take my whole cock, can’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Because it was made for you. It’s yours, just like this pussy is mine.”
She moaned, lost to his words.
“I’m taking what’s mine, and you’re gonna take what’s yours. All of it.”
With his next thrust, it felt like he bottomed out inside her. He adjusted his hips, sliding out a couple inches, before easing back inside, gentle enough that the stretch didn’t cross the line from pleasure-pain into pain-pain. It straddled it, rather.
But then he pushed a little deeper. She cried out, fingers grasping his shoulders. “Raum—!”
“You want it all?”
She hesitated for only a second before gasping, “Yes!”
“That’s what I thought.” And then he sank even deeper.
Pressure. There was so much pressure, it felt like she would burst from the inside out.
But when he pushed, this time, she felt her body swallow him, all of him, the final ridge slipping inside her.
“That’s it.” He kissed her lips and then trailed his mouth along her jaw, down her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”
She moaned helplessly in response.
His hips started working, sliding just the last row of ridges in and out through her stretched channel.
“You’re gripping me so tight. Feels like fucking heaven.”
She tried to speak, but all that came out was more moaning.
The sensation built higher and hotter until she was sure her body would combust. He pulled out farther—two rows now—sinking them back in.
She felt the burn, the stretch, but with her pleasure nerves singing, it all morphed into a maelstrom of molten ecstasy.
His movements sped up—three rows moving in and out now, and she felt every single one.
An orgasm overtook her like a tidal wave. Her vision went black, and her cries filled the space around them.
At the same moment, Raum sank his fangs into her neck. The sting melted into ecstasy. Again and again her muscles tried to contract around the shaft stretching them, each flex coinciding with the racing pulse of her heart.
A deep groan rumbled in his chest, and she felt him swell and pulse inside her. Heat filled her core as he gave into his release.
It was fucking incredible.
The suction on her neck continued as he came, and she rode out the wave from her own climax, her muscles slowing their rhythmic flexing. His hips kept working, but the depth of his thrusts eased, and the draws on her neck lessened.
He groaned long and slow as he finally withdrew his teeth from her skin.
Unwrapping her arms from their viselike grip around his neck, she framed his face, looking into his heavy-lidded eyes to make sure he was okay. He’d just taken a sizable dose of her blood, after all.
“You just survived a terrible ordeal,” she scolded with a smile. “You shouldn’t be drinking my blood.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” He lifted a claw stroked down her cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“I don’t get how you’re not unconscious.”
Full lips curved into a lazy smile. “Gotta stay awake to see your pretty face.”
Her heart melted. “I love you.”
“Love you too, angel.”
He leaned in to kiss her, but the effects of her blood caused him to miscalculate, and he stumbled, nearly taking them both down to the ground. She laughed and, when he steadied, planted the kiss he’d sought on his lips.
When they pulled apart, their gazes locked, and she felt everything settle inside her. No matter what happened, they were together. Where they were meant to be.
“Can’t believe we just fucked liked this,” he said.
“Like what?”
“In this creepy warehouse. Covered in an archangel’s blood. It’s pretty epic.”
Sunshine blinked as she remembered their surroundings. She looked up, seeing the dark room and their incriminating position.
Her back was still against the wall, her wings folded beneath Raum’s, which encircled them.
Her robe was bunched around her waist, her still-trembling legs wrapped around his hips.
His erection had eased, but it was by no means small, and she could feel it flex occasionally inside of her.
Wetness coated her inner thighs, and the more he softened, the more leaked out of her.
All in all, it was a terribly sinful display. Absolutely wicked.
Her lips curved.
And then someone shouted, “Argh! Jesus—What in the hell!”
Sunshine quickly unwound her legs and came to her feet while Raum lowered one wing to see over his shoulder, making space for her to see as well.
Daniel the Grigori had flashed into the middle of the room and was surveying the carnage—and them—with a horrified expression.
Yes, she supposed she could see how one might find this scenario slightly disturbing.
Oops.