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What was wrong with my head that it intrigued me?

“It can feel better,” I whispered and smoothed my palm across his muscled, cold chest. His eyes widened, and a purr vibrated in his large torso. He leaned into my touch. “Let me get adjusted. Don’t move.”

Amazingly and mindbogglingly—he did.

I rubbed my fingertips against his skin and spread the linen, feeling his body. The smallest rounded feathers sprouted closer to his shoulders. They were so incredibly silky.

He groaned, and his hips twitched.

“No,” I said with force. He stilled at my order. My body relaxed another increment. I rubbed my fingers against the feathers.

I braced my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips. Rolling them in a circle, I exhaled sharply. My channel clamped onto the part of his cock that was pushed into me. His cock felt so different from Andrew’s. Not just the size. I could feel the dips in his shaft rubbing against my insides, while the thickness made his every movement stroke against my clit.

Dragging my palms down his chest, I tugged the shirt, and the fabric parted easily, spreading to give me a complete viewof his body. The smooth line of his chest was lean and long. Feathers trailed down his sides, and I combed my fingers into them, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. His cock flexed inside me, and I became wetter.

The tapered line of his waist flared out at his hips. Those same feathers ran upward from the hard plane of his belly. He didn’t have a belly button and he was flat all the way down to his cock. I dragged my hand lower and rubbed my fingertips against the surface of the thicker base of his cock.

He grunted, his head falling forward. He was hyper-focused on my face, watching my every movement with an air of suspense. The small nodules at the base seemed to bulge more.

I lifted my hips again, and he thrust forward; this time, my sex stretched to accommodate his girth. He hissed, his upper lip curling up.

“Yessss,” I whispered, retreating my hips to thrust back onto him. Need dripped from my sex, and the wet sounds flared the blaze of need.

“I will not—” He closed his eyes and a shiver rippled through his body, and he shook against me. “Wait any longer.”

He grabbed my hips and slid out of me, letting me feel every inch of his long, thick girth, then he slammed back into me. The smack of my thighs against his body was hotter than it should be. He drew back and slammed into me once again, so hard it rattled my teeth, but my sex was so wet and needy that it only felt good. My hands dropped from feeling him up to the bunched bedsheets under me. He withdrew again, and I felt every inch of his ridged shaft.

I couldn’t stop the movement of my hips. I writhed under him as he fed himself into me. A swell of need narrowed between my legs, and I strained as my release ripped through every limb. I screamed and grabbed at the feathers on his shoulders. He grunted and took hold of my hips, propping himself up onto hisknees. He felt so good pumping inside me. It was so wrong, but I didn’t care right now. This was what sex wassupposedto feel like. Not the dissatisfying experience I had with Andrew.

“Mortal . . .” He pumped his hips, feeding more of himself inside me. A purr vibrated in his chest, and the shudders reached inside my stomach and shot me into another orgasm.

I clawed my nails into his torso, dragging them down so hard that thin black lines sprouted.

Black blood?

He rammed into me harshly, a violent snarl ripping from his throat as he fucked me harder.

I didn’t want him to stop.

His wings spread out, and he strained, his head falling back, making his feather-like hair flutter against his shoulders.

The creature fucking me was majestic and sexy in a weird way. His sharp teeth poked out from his lips. My channel flexed around his cock, and he pulsated once. Suddenly, agony flared through my channel, and I screamed, grabbing onto his hair again. He made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a gasp.

I writhed under him as the pain became a pleasure so intense I was thrown into a third orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body lit up.

My vision blurred, and he became a looming shadow over me. I wasn’t sure how long I rode on the cloud of bliss, but when I came down, I was panting.

His upper body hovered close to my nose. The thin lines of blood had dried into his skin, and the scratches had healed.

I’d never lost control like that. I struggled to catch my breath as my mind raced. If this was a divine test, I’d utterly failed.

Pleasure rippled down my spine and settled over my limbs.

I tried to move my hips, and the tug inside me turned excruciating, stopping me from pulling away.

“Do not move,” he hissed. “You will be shredded.”

We were stuck together, literally. I panicked, pressing my hands on his chest and trying to pull myself up, but white-hot pain rippled through every nerve ending. I yelped and stopped moving.