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When I’m finally naked before him, he makes a sound that’s half-growl, half-purr. “Perfect,” he breathes, his claws carefully tracing the air just above my skin without quite touching. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Your turn,” I whisper, my voice husky with need. “I want to see you, too. All of you.”

He strips with fluid grace, revealing the full glory of his inhuman form. His cock stands proud and thick, darker than his skin, with ridges along the shaft that make my mouth water with anticipation. Everything about him is designed for pleasure, for claiming, for marking his mate thoroughly.

“Come here,” he commands, settling on the edge of his bed with his wings spread wide. “Show me what that brilliant mind of yours has been fantasizing about.”

I approach slowly, deliberately, letting him see every curve and valley of my body as I move. When I reach him, I don’t hesitate—I drop to my knees between his spread thighs, my hands stroking up his muscular legs to frame his impressive arousal.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I confess, my breath warm against his skin. “Of having you at my mercy, of making you lose control completely.”

His wings tremble as I lean forward, my tongue tracing the ridged underside of his cock from base to tip. The taste of him—exotic, spicy, uniquely Dante—makes me moan with genuine pleasure.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his claws digging into the bedding as I take him into my mouth. “Your mouth is incredible. So hot, so perfect.”

I work him with deliberate precision, using everything I’ve learned about his body to drive him wild. The ridges along his shaft create fascinating textures against my tongue, and I explore each one thoroughly while his tail lashes with barely controlled need.

“I never thought I’d find this,” he whispers against my skin. “Connection that transcends origin or species or expectation. Someone who sees all of me and stays anyway.”

His words touch something deep within me, making my heart swell with feelings I never thought possible.

“Until now.” His eyes meet mine with a certainty that dissolves every remaining barrier. “Until us.”

“Blair,” he warns, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come down your throat.”

I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my lips still wrapped around his tip. “Then come. I want to taste you. All of you.”

His control shatters completely. With a roar that’s pure Jersey Devil, he tangles his claws in my hair and holds me still as he slides all the way back in and empties himself down my throat. The taste of his release—salty and exotic with that spicy undertone that’s uniquely his—makes me moan around his pulsing shaft.

When he finally releases me, I sit back on my heels, licking my lips with deliberate slowness. “Delicious,” I purr, watching his skin flush even darker.

“My turn,” he growls, scooping me up and depositing me on the bed with gentle force. “My turn to make you come apart.”

His mouth finds my breast,his tongue creating sensations no human lover could replicate. The stimulation makes me arch beneath him, my hands clutching at his horns as pleasure builds within me.

“These,” he murmurs against my skin, his fangs grazing my nipple carefully. “I’ve been dreaming of these perfect breasts. Of marking them as mine.”

His mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites that make me writhe beneath him. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh.

“Spread your legs,” he commands softly. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”

I comply without hesitation, my thighs falling open to reveal my glistening arousal. His approving growl vibrates through his chest as he takes in the sight of my need.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, his claws tracing delicate patterns on my inner thighs. “So ready for me.”

When his tongue finally makes contact with my core, I cry out his name loud enough to echo through the chamber. The dual sensation of his tongue parting my folds while his fangs graze my sensitive flesh creates pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming.

“Dante!” I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth as he devours me with single-minded focus. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

His tail winds around my thigh, holding me open to his feast while his tongue works magic between my legs. The combination of textures—smooth tongue, gentle fangs, firm tail—creates sensations that defy description.

“You taste like heaven,” he growls against my flesh, the vibration sending fresh waves of pleasure through me. “I could eat this sweet pussy for hours.”

His crude words push me over the edge. With a scream that probably alerts the entire sanctuary to our activities, I come apart beneath his mouth, my body convulsing with pleasure so intense it steals my breath.

Before I can recover, he’s moving up my body, his cock hard and ready again. The recovery time of a Jersey Devil is apparently much shorter than human males.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “I need to claim you properly.”