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T ears prick my eyes even as Gideon drives me toward yet another earth-shattering orgasm.

Dark horns rise from his head, and it reminds me of the nephilim I’ve occasionally come across when they’ve visited my realm to meet with my cousin, Queen Theia, on behalf of the Gods of Death.

All that he’s missing are their wings. His beauty in every form is breathtaking, but this…

To me, his horns represent so much more than mere physical changes. They speak of the lengths he’s willing to go for me. My chin trembles beneath the weight of my emotion, and in the next moment, I’m in Gideon’s arms and being pulled into his lap.

I take over, hips rolling as my pussy works over his enormous, slick length and my hands dive into his hair. Gideon’s lips capture mine, and our tongues caress in the same moment as we groan our bliss.

When we part to take a breath, I press my forehead to his and whisper against his lips. “I’d have willingly endured a lifetime of torture just to have this with you.”

My fangs throb with the need to drink his blood—to feel yet another part of him inside of me. As if he can read my mind, or more likely, intuit through our tether, Gideon tilts his head to give me better access.

My fangs sink into the meaty muscle between his neck and shoulder.

Scarce seconds pass for the venom to take effect, causing each and every cell in my body to detonate with tingling rapture.

My eyes slip shut as I succumb to the sensation of what I can only describe as our souls re-merging, reuniting.

I can even see it in my mind’s eye, our souls surrounded by starlight and the infinite cosmos as our souls weave, and there is truly no separation.

Distantly I feel both mine and Gideon’s physical bodies—the sensation of his claws and fingertips press into the flesh of my hips, my core spasming around his length as his cock throbs with his release inside me, and a searing heat alighting both of our backs.

Gradually, as we return to our bodies, my mind finally registers the familiar weight at my back. The twitching of long-forgotten muscles.

My heart is in my throat as I finally withdraw my fangs and open my eyes. Gideon’s lips are parted in breathless astonishment as his brows knit together, and I pause in utter shock as I feel a set of dark, membranous wings unfurl from between my shoulders.

“Oh, angel… You have wings.”