Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He leans back, his hazel eyes blazing hot as they trail down my body.
"Sweetest little star in the galaxy," he says, and then leans forward, pulling my nipple into his mouth.
My back bows from the bed, sensations sparking everywhere. Bright white light courses through me, setting me ablaze. He doesn't stop his carnal assault. He moves from breast to the other, sending sensation ripping through me over and over.
I'm trembling by the time he slides down my body, pressing little kisses all over my belly. His lips touch every flaw and imperfection, worshiping each one. I can't even breathe through the fire of what having his bare hands on my skin does to me.
My body sizzles and steams.
He groans before rising to his feet. I watch through slit lids as he finishes undressing. Where my body is covered in stretch marks, his is covered in scars, some so old they're only faintly visible. And still, he's perfect.
"I wish you could see how perfect you are right now," he says. "You're glowing, starlight."
I swallow hard, pressing my legs together when his erection springs free.
Everything inside me trembles with the desire to feel him inside me. And that doesn't seem wrong. With reverence in his eyes and my name on his lips, it doesn't feel fast at all.
He slides my legs apart and kneels between them on the bed, running his mouth up the inside of my thigh. His breath blows hot across my center.
I twist my fingers in the sheets, my heart racing.
He meets my gaze again, his hazel eyes burning with desire, and I see what he doesn't. This man doesn't need redemption, and he doesn't require saving. If angels are real, he's one of them. They are warriors, after all. He is captivating, entirely too perfect.
"Do you want me to stop, starlight?" he asks.
I shake my head. If he stops now, I may cry.
He nods once, his expression fierce, and lowers his head.
His tongue swipes through my folds.
"Oh!" I cry out in shock, my fingers clutched in the sheets as pleasure rolls through me.
He groans and tightens his grip on me, pulling my hips up to meet his mouth. I cease to breath as he gorges himself on me. Cease to exist outside of this moment. I'm nothing but a ball of sensation, shooting across the heavens. My head spins, wave after wave of pleasure wracking me as he eats me as if he knows exactly what I need and where I need it.
He gives it to me.
Within minutes, an orgasm tears through me, flinging me into forever.
Constantine groans my name, his eyes locked on my face as he watches it take me.
I shake beneath him, sobbing my way through it, before I fall limp and gasping for breath.
He crawls up my body, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "You taste like heaven, starlight. If you aren't careful, I might get addicted." He hitches my leg over his hip, his erection pressing against my center.
"I don't have condoms, Aurora. I've never…"
"Never?" I gape up at him, stunned. He's a virgin too? How is that even possible? I answer my own question. He wouldn't allow himself close enough to anyone, that's how. He's punished himself for so long for being who he is. "Me either."
"I'll be gentle with you," he promises, searing me with sincerity. "I won't hurt you. Not ever."
"I know," I mouth, trusting him implicitly.
His hips surge forward.
I cry out as he slips inside, fighting for every inch. I writhe beneath him, tangled in awe, caught in ecstasy. So in love with this man, I can't breathe. If there's pain, it's fleeting, no more than a pinch.
His head kicks back when he's all the way inside, a loud, satisfied groan rippling through the room. "Fuck, starlight. Fuck, yes."
It's the most erotic sound I've ever heard.
He pauses, dipping his head until his mouth meets mine again. His kiss is gentle and so sweet, all I can do is cling to him and gasp. He tastes like me, like us.
"Are you okay, warrior?" he whispers against my lips.
"Yes. More."
"You want more?"
"Yes."
"Whatever you want, starlight. I'm yours to command."
He slides out slowly before pushing his way back into me. He kisses me at the same time, slow and sweet. My inner muscles clutch at him, trying to keep him inside me, desperate to keep him inside me where I think he may belong.
He kisses me as he makes love to me, thrusting deep before he pulls back to start all over. And then he goes faster. Harder. Within minutes, he's moving so quickly, so deeply, that he loses track of my mouth.
Wordless sobs of ecstasy pour from my throat.
He's everywhere, kissing and biting every inch of me that he can reach. Every little nip, every soft kiss, sends me higher and higher. He worships me with his hands, mouth, and body, destroying any chance I have of surviving him.