“Can you extend them?” he asked, awed by their beauty. He definitely wanted to fuck her in this state.

Azure wings stretched before his vision as she did as he requested, shocking him. Seemed she was far more complicit in this game than she cared to admit.

“Keep them like that,” he said, phrasing it as a demand but without the compulsion. She shrugged and returned to admiring the New York City skyline, but he caught the tremor in her spine. Whether she realized it or not, her body was not as indifferent to him as she wanted to believe.

He gripped her hips and lifted her without warning, leaving her feet dangling in the air.

She yelped in response, and her wings fluttered against his chest to hold herself steady.

“Hands on the glass,” he reminded her when she struggled for balance. She clawed at the window as he positioned her right where he wanted and thrust into her from behind.

Her gasp told him he’d been too rough, but her warm, wet sheath squeezed his cock in eager welcome. He dropped his mouth to her neck and grinned as her feathers ruffled against him. “Too much, angel?”

“I’ll adjust,” she breathed.

“Yes, you will,” he agreed as he rocked his hips slowly. Normally, he would fuck her the way he wanted, but her tightness confirmed her limited experience.

She required a languid introduction, and he desired her unfettered pleasure. Forcing orgasms out of her was part of what would make this so enjoyable.

She curled her calves upward to rest against the outside of his thighs. And damn if that wasn’t her hottest response yet. It granted him deeper access as she balanced her upper body against the window and pressed her core against him.

The strength it took her to maintain that position, and the casual manner in which she did it, allured him to her that much more.

Hell, he nearly came from the act alone.

“Fuck, Caro.” He pressed his head against the back of hers and reveled in her angelic being. New experiences were such a rarity in his too-long life that he wanted to extend the moment and enjoy it.

But his dick demanded attention.

“Feel free to scream,” he murmured as he started to move in earnest. He dug his fingers into her hips as he slid home over and over again, taking his pleasure with a brutality that would destroy most humans. But rather than break, she shifted into him, meeting his thrusts and moaning each time he hit her G-spot.

Her body clearly had no problem giving into pleasure, and from the sounds spilling from her lips, he gathered she’d given up on fighting it. He grunted against her neck as he set a pace meant to relieve them both. Every groan from her lips felt like a plea to fuck her harder, leaving him no choice but to force her into oblivion with him.

“Come for me, Caro,” Sethios demanded as he cascaded into an orgasmic state.