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an incredible feeling, to escape the confines of buildings and soar over them.”
    “It is. Would you like to be able to fly, Lana?”
    Her heart clenched. “God...so much. I wish I could grow wings...” She bit her lip, surprised at this personal revelation.
    His mouth brushed against her shoulder and his hand pressed her closer to him. “It’s a good wish, sweetness.”
    His response filled her with an unusual sense of hope. She decided not to analyze it and just smiled at the dark sky beyond the curtain.
    A comfortable silence followed. Despite the lack of sleep, Lana felt rested, energized, but...not quite satiated. Her craving for the taste of Julien pumped through her body like a living thing. She feared she’d never be able to get him out of her system. She turned around and pressed her mouth to his, heard the rumble of pleasure in his throat.
    She pushed the sheet away as she kissed and caressed her way down his perfectly sculpted body, intent on tasting the essence of his manhood, on pleasuring him. Her palms roamed over the hard expanse of his chest and the rows of corded muscles along his abdomen, felt his flesh clench under her touch. She wrapped her fingers around the hard column of his cock, and lifted her gaze to his.
    Her breath hitched at the raw intensity in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she flicked her tongue across the bulbous tip. A muscle contracted in his jaw as he exhaled a sharp breath.
    “Minx,” he rasped.
    She stroked the shaft a few times, felt the swollen vein on the underside, the quick pulse at the root. She marveled at his size and the silky feel of his skin. Her hand cupped the smooth fullness of his balls, kneading gently.
    His erection was high, making it easy to moisten the underside with her tongue. When she crested the tip, she pulled him into her mouth, holding his gaze the first two inches. That’s it, Julien...watch me. Relaxing her throat, she worked two more inches of him into her mouth, and felt a ripple go through his body. Then she began a slow rhythm with her mouth and her hand while gliding her tongue over his flesh. Pleasure rumbled in his throat.
    She felt the rush of blood in his shaft and pumped faster. He was close. Lana rarely welcomed a man’s cum in her mouth, but this was no ordinary man and she would drink his release with pleasure. His hips jerked, thrusting his head to the back of her throat. A few more strokes and he pulsed several times with a hard moan. His warm release coated the inside of her mouth. He tasted of that exotic spice and something sweet. So this was angel cum. She couldn’t help the smile as she lifted her head.
    His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked at her like a beast ready to pounce, the corded sinews in his shoulders stretched taut. For a second, Lana feared she’d angered him.
    “Touch your pussy, Lana,” he ordered. “Tell me if it’s wet.”
    She didn’t need to touch herself to know her state of arousal, but she did anyway and nodded, her body tense with anticipation.
    He reached out and pulled her onto her back, ankles hooked over his shoulders. His cock, still rigid, stretched and filled her with one deep plunge. He was almost savage. The force of his thrusts branded her, and she locked eyes with him the whole time, filled her soul with his essence. The last thing she recalled was seeing the glorious span of his wings before she was consumed by pure sensation.
     
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    Last night while Lana slept, Julien had flown over Central Park to clear his mind. He’d intended to quench his desire for her in three days but only managed to transform it into a fierce need. He’d underestimated the depth of his attraction to her. And her attraction to him. Yes, she’d looked at him with passion but also with tenderness that clenched his heart in sweet pain.
    Julien filled the jet tub with warm water as the tension around his mouth increased. He had no right to want her exclusively, yet the mere thought of