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nibbling bites.
    Moving slow to give her muscles plenty of time to stretch,
he straddled her left leg while pressing back on her right until her legs
formed an L.
    She rose up on her elbows. “Raul, you have me pinned. I
can’t move.”
    “I don’t want you to. Let me love you, baby,” he cajoled.
    “B-but…”
    Raul stopped her complaining by stroking her clit with the
pad of his thumb. Her eyes glazed, and her toes curled. He did it again, and
she moaned. By the fourth stroke, she’d surrendered and once more lay flat on
the carpet, fingers digging into the fibers.
    In this position, neither one of them had a wide range of
movement. Angel couldn’t use any of her Cosmo tricks to incite his lust, and he couldn’t rut on her the way his beast
demanded. More importantly, with him on his knees with his thighs spread wide
and Angel flat on her back, Raul couldn’t get at her throat, not without
causing one or both of them serious discomfort.
    He strummed her sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze fixed
on her passion-reddened face. Black eyes heavy-lidded, rosy mouth slightly
gaped, she panted soft little breaths of air. He loved seeing her like this.
    “Raul…”
    “Yes?”
    “Come to me,” she pleaded. She ran the tip of her tongue
around her lips—those full, moist lips he wanted to feel wrapped around his
cock. “Come into me. It’s been so long. I feel so empty.”
    This time it was he who shuddered. “God, yes,” he agreed,
his voice reverent.
    He angled his cock toward her opening. When the head of his
penis was lodged between her dewy nether lips, he slowly penetrated her sheath,
inch by delectable inch until he was fully embedded.
    “ Ooooh , you feel
so goooood ,” she groaned.
    Raul paused and took a deep, calming breath. Slow, he had to
go slow, he reminded himself. Then he made the mistake of glancing down to
where Angel surrounded him. His balls tightened dangerously, warning him this
all might be over before it had a chance to fully begin.
    He threw back his head and gritted his teeth, calling on
every ounce of his flagging control. Angel’s cunt tightened around him, and his
hips jerked. “ Shit !”
    “You like?” she asked in an angelic voice, but the
expression on her face was pure demon—of the succubus variety. She did it
again.
    Why had he deluded himself into thinking he held the reins?
His Angel was wild, untamable. One of the many things he loved about her. She
was his match in every way.
    Giving in to instinct, Raul punched his hips in short, sharp
jabs, slicing through honeyed muscles with savage intent. This deep and close,
he felt every ripple, every flutter, as she clenched and released around him.
    “You keep that up and I’m not going to last long,” he
warned.
    She gave a siren’s smile. “You wouldn’t leave me hanging,”
she countered and brought her hands up to play with her nipples, plucking,
squeezing, and stroking the large brown nubs until he thought he’d go insane.
    “ Madre de Dios !”
he bit out.
    Laughing softly, she told him, “There’s nothing virginal
about me.”
    Their gazes locked in sensuous battle, Raul retaliated by
slowly trailing his hand down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. When he
traced the delicate crease between her leg and mons, her breath hitched.
Smiling, he upped the ante, using his knuckles to brush across her clit, then
dance lightly away. Her hips jerked, and she cried out.
    Another warning tingle. This one skittered down his spine to
land in his balls. Raul’s smile faded as lust spiked. More blood rushed to his
already engorged penis. He felt his eyes go wolf. Praying his mate wouldn’t
notice, he increased the speed of his thrusts.
    Angel garbled out something unintelligible. Reaching out,
she grabbed him by the hips, nails digging into the flexing muscles. Her body
tautened, her tempting neck straining toward him. In response, Raul shifted
even closer so with each movement, his pubis bore down on hers.
    When that