Ours.
Yet she had the ultimate power here. The things she saw now, the things they did—they would all be from her command.
She climbed onto his bed. The mattress dipped beneath her, and everything felt real. Because in a dream-walk, it was real to the spirit.
“Seline?” Sam’s voice came out as a deep, sexy rumble. “What the hell—”
She put her finger against his lips. “It’s just a dream.” Perhaps saying the lie would make what was to come easier. She forced a smile as she leaned closer to him. The rich scent of man and the harsher scent of fire filled her nose. “Nothing can hurt you when you dream.”
“Bullshit.” Then he did something a man had never done before in a dream-walk. He ripped control away from her. He grabbed her arms and rolled fast, so that in a second’s time, she was beneath him and trapped beneath his powerful body.
Seline’s heart nearly stopped. No, no.
“Dreams can kill you,” Sam muttered. He stared down at her with eyes that were far too aware. “But this is a much better way to go than the fire.” Sam crushed his lips to hers.
CHAPTER THREE
She felt real. Far too real for a dream. Seline’s body was soft and sensuous beneath his, and the fire was gone. No, the burn was within him now, burning from the inside as the lust flared higher.
Want her.
Sam was used to taking what he wanted. One look at Seline’s body on that stage in Temptation, and he’d craved. But he hadn’t just wanted a small taste of her. He wasn’t into sampling. Sam was into taking.
Claiming.
If his ass**le killer of a brother hadn’t been roaming the streets, Seline would have already been his. He tore his lips from Seline’s and pressed his mouth to the delicate column of her throat. She shivered.
“I can be yours now.” Her voice whispered to him, and shock had his body stiffening. She’d heard his thoughts. Heard and—
Too real. His fingers tightened on her flesh. Her br**sts pressed against his chest, her thighs shifted beneath his legs, and the scent of jasmine surrounded him.
There should be no jasmine now. Just ash. Smoke.
He only dreamed of fire and death. Not sex and pleasure and silken flesh.
But her fingers were sliding around his shoulders and skimming down his back. He knew she’d feel the scars soon. The thick, long scars crossed his shoulder blades. When he’d fallen, his wings had burned off, and he’d been left with only the jagged reminder of what he’d once been.
Her breath hissed out when Seline touched the scars and . . . pleasure knifed through him, a pleasure so intense it was almost pain. An angel’s wings were the most sensitive part of his body, and even the ghostly remnants of his wings felt her touch.
More.
His head lifted. Her taste was in his mouth—sweet sin—and he wanted so much more. Seline’s lips were even darker, even redder, from the crush of his lips on hers.
And her skin looked almost luminous, as if it were glowing. Had he really thought that she wasn’t classically beautiful before? The woman was f**king perfect. So gorgeous that staring at her nearly hurt.
Her lips curved a bit. “You won’t have bad dreams tonight. You’ll know only pleasure.”
His c**k was full and aching. Her legs were spread, and paradise waited just inches away. She was wet and arching her hips toward him.
Pleasure. When he’d first fallen, he’d gotten drunk on pleasure. Angels didn’t feel as a rule, but once he’d hit earth, the sensations had overwhelmed him, and he’d gone more than a little mad on them. Pleasure and pain were his favorite sensations. They made him react the most, and they made him feel alive.
When he’d spent centuries only feeling death.
Besides, he’d learned he was very good at doling out pain, and when he wanted, he knew just how to give pleasure to his lovers.
When I want . . .
His hands rose between their bodies as he levered his chest up. Her br**sts were amazing to see. Full and plump with tight pink ni**les. Sam bent his head and licked one nipple. Seline moaned softly as her fingers curled around his scars.
Sam’s c**k jerked as the rush of pleasure pounded through him.
She arched her back and pressed her breast more fully against his mouth. He sucked her flesh and found that the taste of her ni**les was just as addictive as her mouth. Sweet, like strawberries. She was so soft. He let his teeth lightly score her flesh.
“Sam . . .” Her whisper filled his ears.
For an instant, his eyes closed. The temptation was right there. He could take her, take his pleasure, and damn the world.