My tongue wanted to dance across the muscles that formed the V pointing to his cock. It jutted out, thick, long, and perfectly formed. His wings flared as I stared, allowing my gaze to drift from the arrogant smile on his beautiful face, to the eight pack I itched to explore, to his huge, muscled thighs. Even his fucking feet were sexy.

His wings framed him like a dark curtain, and I wanted hours of time to stroke them.

Then I lifted my hand and imperiously twirled it. Samael raised one eyebrow but a smirk danced around his mouth as he lifted his hands to his hips. He obviously decided to humor me, because he snapped his wings closed and slowly turned.

I almost swallowed my tongue.

His ass was made to be admired by women across all of the worlds. I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

He glanced over his shoulder and winked at me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in my throat. He looked like a fallen angel, but he was already turning back to prowl toward me, the spark in his eyes all demon.

“Do I meet with your approval, witchling?”

I gave him a sour look. As if he had to ask. He smiled.

Then his smile disappeared and his expression was carved in lust as he ran his gaze down my body.

I was still lying spread on his bed, my body clenching with occasional aftershocks from the two incredible climaxes he’d given me. He climbed over me, and his mouth found mine, his tongue stroking deep. He pushed my hair off my face as he lined himself up, and the tenderness in his eyes sent warning bells ringing in my ears.

We both sighed as he breached my entrance, the thick head of his cock stretching me. He allowed me a moment to adjust, and then drove deep. My head fell back as he thrust, slowly working his way deeper until he was pressed entirely against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and the new angle made us both groan. His cock seemed to have been designed to hit my G-spot, and I was already on the edge again.

He pulled back and thrust once more, and my eyes slid shut.

“Look at me,” he demanded, and I managed to crack my eyes open. He cupped my cheek and drove deeper, his eyes drinking in every expression I made.

I had a bad feeling that my face told him more than I wanted him to know, because a deep satisfaction flared in his silver eyes.

Sometimes, the worst mistakes were the ones you made when you knew they were mistakes, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

“Stop thinking,” he growled. He began to piston into me, and my mind turned blank, every ounce of my focus on the feeling of him deep within me.