His hands went to her ass and he jerked her up, pressing her hard to the thick bulge of his arousal.

She held him tight. Nicole pushed the worries and fears from her mind and just held him.

His fingers were at the waist of her jeans, yanking at the snap, and then shoving down the zipper.

Her inexperienced Fallen had her jeans down around her ankles in about two seconds, then her panties were gone and his fingers were pushing between her legs. Pushing up, rubbing, stroking her.

Nicole rose onto her toes as her body tightened. Yes. She loved the way he touched her. He already knew her body. Knew just what she liked. How she needed to be touched.

He dropped to his knees before her.

“Keenan …”

He spread her thighs and she kicked the jeans away. His breath blew over her sex and she shivered.

Then his hands were pushing between her legs, and his long, broad fingers slid into her sex.

She jolted at the first touch, her body so sensitive that she almost climaxed.

“Not yet.” His growled order.

His fingers stroked her, plunging harder and deeper now. His thumb brushed over her clit and sent a pulse of electricity right through her body.

“Beautiful.”

Her hands clamped down on his shoulders. “Keenan …” They shouldn’t be there—where was there? She’d never had sex in public, before vamp life or after, and this still counted as public to her and—

His mouth was on her sex. His tongue drove inside and her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t held her up with his tight grip.

She came quickly, a hard wave of release that whipped through her.

The aftershocks still trembled through her sex when he rose up and lifted her. His pants were open now. Oh, he moved fast. He caught her hips, lifted her against the wall, and drove his c**k into her.

The pleasure pulsed.

His eyes were on hers as he thrust. Deep, driving thrusts. She licked her lips, fought back the hunger and clamped her inner muscles around him—the better to feel that slow, slick glide.

Her heart thudded in her chest, her breath heaved, and the tension rose again, higher, higher, as her body tightened.

Her hands were still on his shoulders, curling tightly around him, and she leaned forward, swiping her tongue over his throat. Her teeth scraped his neck, not breaking the skin, just—

He plunged deeper.

Her teeth pierced his flesh and the sweet drops of his blood spilled onto her tongue. Her control shattered.

Nicole climaxed again, drinking, taking his blood as she gulped that sweetness down greedily. He choked out her name as he drove faster, harder, even wilder.

This time, the climax wasn’t a snap. Or a pop. It was a full-on eruption that had her whole body trembling as the pleasure lashed her.

He stiffened against her. Nicole’s head lifted. His taste filled her mouth. His eyes—blacker than night—met hers. She felt the jet of his release inside her, the hot splash, and as she watched, she saw the shadow of black wings stretch behind him.

The air seemed to rustle around her as the wings moved. Her gasps filled the air, his fingers still cut into her hips, but as the pleasure faded, she could only stare at those wings.

Then she had to touch.

Slowly, her right hand eased down his shoulder. Her hand drifted down his back, and her fingertips stretched out.

She felt the lightest, softest silk. Just a whisper. Just—

Keenan shuddered against her. His head was bent now, and his mouth pressed to her throat. “What are you doing?” He rumbled, then his lips opened wider over her throat. His tongue stroked her flesh, and his c**k began to thicken. “Feels good.”

It did. Because her fingers were tingling. “I’m … touching your wings.”

He tore away from her, pulling that thickening flesh from her—

No.

—as he stared at her with stunned eyes. “What?”

She could still see them—big, dark wings. They seemed to come right from his back. She tried to step forward but her knees were doing a jiggle. “Your wings, I—”

“I don’t have wings.”

She hadn’t thought so either, but she nodded.

He spun, showing her his back. “They were burned off when I fell.”

She could see the angry red scars on his otherwise perfect back, but she could also see those dark shadows, rising up, covering him like a cloud. “I can see them.”

He whirled back to face her. “No, they’re gone.”

The scent of flowers hit her then. Light, sweet. Such a strange smell to mark someone who could destroy her so easily. Nicole grabbed her jeans and hauled them back up even as Keenan cocked his head to the side and stared hard at the broken front door. A breeze blew into the room, and then …




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