with Jason for over two hundred years, having a cycle every ten years, before she got pregnant. Samael sure as hell hoped it wouldn’t be as hard with them.
Consciousness began to fade and he could feel sleep begin to overtake him. Flashes appeared before him in the form of a dream but he pushed it away. He’d had nightmares about the day she died for so long that it got to the point where he was able to ignore any disturbance to his sleep. Weight settled over him and Samael jumped at Marcella’s hand traveling over his chest. He opened his eyes to see her awake.
“Again.”
He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “You’ve only been resting for a little over a half hour.
“It’s time. I feel it.” Her eyes were barely open, but he nodded.
Samael pulled her on top of him. At the feel of the wetness between her legs rubbing against his lower stomach, his cock hardened instantly. “Your pussy is so ready for me. I haven’t even touched you yet.” He reached over her ass and massaged his fingers against her swollen folds.
“Yes,” Marcella moaned.
The length of his cock rested against her ass. As she began to move against his fingers, the friction of their skin had him throbbing. The head kept sliding against her soft roundness, and he groaned at the need to enter her wet pussy.
“Samael.” The name sounded desperate as it left her mouth. Foreplay could come next time. What she needed at the moment wasn’t drawn out pleasure. Her body had forced itself awake for one thing, and one thing only. His cum.
Tightness gripped around his thickness, regardless of the fact that Marcella was extremely wet. A sigh came from her mouth and she moaned from deep within her body. “Your cock is such a perfect fit for me,” she whispered.
He gripped her back and shoulder as he began to inch into her. Heaven help him, he was ready for more. More and more, and an endless supply of being inside of her. His hand traveled up and angled her face to him. As he drank in her sweet mouth, nothing felt more right. Golden eyes burned into his as she broke their kiss. Moans came from her mouth and she tightened even more around his cock. Her orgasm had her continuously making sounds.
Samael sat up and cradled her body out in front of him so he could watch her as he thrust into her pussy. He wanted to see her expressions. To memorize the pleasure she expressed as he brought it to her.
The fullness of her breasts bounced as he drew her down onto his cock faster. Long black curls fanned across his finger and dropped down to the bed, blending in with the dark silk sheets. With each thrust he could see Marcella’s face begin to glow with beautiful shades of pink. She was flushed, and breathtaking.
“Faster,” she moaned. Her hands grasped his biceps hard. Samael felt his forearms flex underneath her back as he moved her up and down faster. Her head leaned forward and her breathing deepened. “Yes, yes.” Her screams were getting louder and they drove him on. The pressure began to build in his cock, and Samael rolled them forward and surged into her pussy, exploding his cum deep within her. Blood trailed down his side from where Marcella’s nails had broken through his skin, but he hardly noticed as he looked into her smiling face. Her beauty hypnotized him and all he could do was return the gesture.
Chapter 9
The small, round, white table Dominic shared with Jason and Ambrose on the balcony was the cheapest damn thing he’d ever seen. He leaned his head over and looked underneath. “Jason, what in the world made you ever think to put this out here? One good gust of wind and this thing is going to fly away.”
“Naw, man. It ain’t going nowhere. I have one just like it at my mom’s. I’ve had that thing for over ten years. It’s reliable.”
Dominic looked at him skeptically. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Jason took a drink of his beer and looked across the way toward Samael’s door. The dark angel
Consciousness began to fade and he could feel sleep begin to overtake him. Flashes appeared before him in the form of a dream but he pushed it away. He’d had nightmares about the day she died for so long that it got to the point where he was able to ignore any disturbance to his sleep. Weight settled over him and Samael jumped at Marcella’s hand traveling over his chest. He opened his eyes to see her awake.
“Again.”
He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “You’ve only been resting for a little over a half hour.
“It’s time. I feel it.” Her eyes were barely open, but he nodded.
Samael pulled her on top of him. At the feel of the wetness between her legs rubbing against his lower stomach, his cock hardened instantly. “Your pussy is so ready for me. I haven’t even touched you yet.” He reached over her ass and massaged his fingers against her swollen folds.
“Yes,” Marcella moaned.
The length of his cock rested against her ass. As she began to move against his fingers, the friction of their skin had him throbbing. The head kept sliding against her soft roundness, and he groaned at the need to enter her wet pussy.
“Samael.” The name sounded desperate as it left her mouth. Foreplay could come next time. What she needed at the moment wasn’t drawn out pleasure. Her body had forced itself awake for one thing, and one thing only. His cum.
Tightness gripped around his thickness, regardless of the fact that Marcella was extremely wet. A sigh came from her mouth and she moaned from deep within her body. “Your cock is such a perfect fit for me,” she whispered.
He gripped her back and shoulder as he began to inch into her. Heaven help him, he was ready for more. More and more, and an endless supply of being inside of her. His hand traveled up and angled her face to him. As he drank in her sweet mouth, nothing felt more right. Golden eyes burned into his as she broke their kiss. Moans came from her mouth and she tightened even more around his cock. Her orgasm had her continuously making sounds.
Samael sat up and cradled her body out in front of him so he could watch her as he thrust into her pussy. He wanted to see her expressions. To memorize the pleasure she expressed as he brought it to her.
The fullness of her breasts bounced as he drew her down onto his cock faster. Long black curls fanned across his finger and dropped down to the bed, blending in with the dark silk sheets. With each thrust he could see Marcella’s face begin to glow with beautiful shades of pink. She was flushed, and breathtaking.
“Faster,” she moaned. Her hands grasped his biceps hard. Samael felt his forearms flex underneath her back as he moved her up and down faster. Her head leaned forward and her breathing deepened. “Yes, yes.” Her screams were getting louder and they drove him on. The pressure began to build in his cock, and Samael rolled them forward and surged into her pussy, exploding his cum deep within her. Blood trailed down his side from where Marcella’s nails had broken through his skin, but he hardly noticed as he looked into her smiling face. Her beauty hypnotized him and all he could do was return the gesture.
Chapter 9
The small, round, white table Dominic shared with Jason and Ambrose on the balcony was the cheapest damn thing he’d ever seen. He leaned his head over and looked underneath. “Jason, what in the world made you ever think to put this out here? One good gust of wind and this thing is going to fly away.”
“Naw, man. It ain’t going nowhere. I have one just like it at my mom’s. I’ve had that thing for over ten years. It’s reliable.”
Dominic looked at him skeptically. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Jason took a drink of his beer and looked across the way toward Samael’s door. The dark angel
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