Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(69)

Control.

He would have it, for her.

His mouth pressed against hers. The lightest of kisses, then . . . deeper because he had to taste more. His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs feathered over her nipples. She’d see this time, he wasn’t like the others she’d known.

This time, it would all be for her.

He settled his hips between her legs and began to kiss a path down her neck. With every press of his mouth, with every lick of his tongue against her skin, he wanted more.

But he wouldn’t take.

The only sound was her breathing, his, coming too fast. He felt the thunder of her heartbeat beneath his hands.

When Sam took her breast into his mouth, she moaned and her hands tunneled into his hair. She pulled him closer. He let her feel the light score of his teeth on her flesh.

He sucked. He licked. He wanted.

He didn’t take.

Sam kissed his way down her stomach. She was shaking now. Whispering his name. Her power crackled in the air and brushed right over his skin.

Seline might not realize it, but she was giving, too. Giving all that powerful energy right back to him.

He spread her legs wider and stroked her sex. He slid a finger into her, stretching her lightly. Then another finger. He pushed them inside her, knuckles deep, and her hips arched off the bed.

“Sam!” Not need. Demand.

His thumb pushed against her clit, and he thrust his fingers fully inside her. Again. Again. Her hips rose up, trying to make him move faster. Harder.

“Come . . . inside . . .” she whispered, and her voice was pure temptation. “I want you.”

He wanted her. His whole body shuddered.

Sam withdrew his fingers but only so he could lock his hands around her hips and hold her exactly where he wanted her.

He tilted her hips up and put his mouth on her.

Seline’s taste . . . hot and sweet . . . more, need more . . .

She came almost instantly. A hard explosion that had her gasping and arching beneath him.

He didn’t let her pull back. He kept licking her, kissing her, and he thrust his tongue inside her body because he wanted more of that sweet taste.

Seline climaxed a second time. Energy hit him, a hard burst of euphoria that he knew came from her.

But he didn’t stop. He loved her taste too much. Loved the feel of her pleasure.

Her fingers were in his hair again. Her legs trembled around him.

His cock pushed hard against the front of his jeans. He could feel the zipper shoving against his flesh.

But he wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not until he’d given her all the pleasure that she could handle. This time . . . for her.

Her flesh was wet and hot. His fingers slid easily into her even as he bent to press his mouth against her clit. Her body began to tense again. He knew she was close to finding her release once more.

“No!” Seline’s choked cry.

He froze, then, slowly, Sam pulled back and glanced up at her.

“With you this time.” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “With . . . you.”

He’d wanted only her pleasure.

Sam slid his hand right over the tight center of her need, and Seline came. This time, she yelled his name.





Her body was limp and so sated Seline really didn’t want to move for at least a week.

Her heartbeat slowly stopped its frantic racing. The bed squeaked as Sam pulled her close. Sam.

She turned and stared at him. The faintest rays of light were starting to spill through the blinds, but most of the room was still cloaked in darkness “You didn’t . . .”

“You’re not an addiction.” There was no mistaking the rasp of lust in his voice. “You’re . . . mine.”

She didn’t know what to say.

Then she’d realized what he’d done. Sex with a succubus. But no pleasure for him. Only her.

She blinked quickly, afraid she’d do something weak and human like cry. “Sam, I want you.”

She felt the weight of his stare. “You’re not an abomination,” he told her, and she heard the echoes of anger in his words.

Good thing it was dark. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to see her now.

“I don’t care who your parents were—or what they were,” Sam said.

She cared. “My father took too much from my mother. He drained her.” Killed her.

“Then Rogziel killed him?”

“Punishment,” she whispered, and her hand pressed over Sam’s heart.

He swore. “How long has Rogziel been playing God?”

She blinked. “Wh-what?”

He caught her hands. More light spilled through the blinds. Dawn. “You don’t know much about your demon side, do you?”

No. Not her demon side or her angel blood.

“A succubus and an incubus can only have a child with a true mate. If they could have kids with just anyone, don’t you think the world would be exploding with little incubi and succubi by now?”

Yes. It would be, but there weren’t many of her kind. “You’re saying we . . . mate?” Like wolf shifters? Like . . . forever?

“I’m saying you can only have kids with the person you choose as a life-mate. That’s forever. That’s bonding.” He exhaled. “And a mate wouldn’t take enough power to kill. Sure, an incubus could drain others, but it’s real unlikely—next to f*cking impossible—that he’d drain the one woman he loved.”