Free Bitten by Ecstasy: 2 (Dark Judgment) by Naima Simone Page A

dick and stroked his fist up its length. A growl rumbled in his chest, up his throat. An answering shudder passed over her frame, but from the slight tightening of her spread thighs, he knew his little cruxim wasn’t afraid. No, she was excited. He smelled her anticipation, her arousal.
    He straightened and his hand shook as he released his flesh. His fingers danced along the dip at the small of her back then up her spine and over the large, detailed black tattoo covering her skin. Wings. Gorgeous wings arced over her shoulder blades and tapered to her waist. He’d witnessed the glory of those glossy midnight feathers and a yearning to see them again rose up in him, surging like a cresting wave.
    “Release them,” he rasped, tracing the meticulous design inked into her skin. “Let me feel them.”
    A pause. A gentle, tremulous sigh. And then a surge of electricity sparked against his fingertips before the ink wavered and a wing as sleek and shiny as a black pearl emerged from her back. First one than the other swelled from her flesh with a ripple of feathers, tendon and bones. His breath snagged in his throat. Like a coat of luxuriant mink, her wings spread across her body and the mattress in a magical display of fragility and power.
    He summoned his own magic and, in seconds, his own wings materialized, unfolded and flared wide. Chestnut covered onyx, the tips mingling in an intimate caress he craved to mimic with their bodies. His breath heaved, rough and harsh, and reverberated in the quiet room.
    “Damn, you’re lovely,” he praised in a hushed, coarse tone. The muscled ridges where her wings emerged formed a path he traced with tender fingers. She shivered and the hard quiver vibrated through her slim frame. Sinéad released a low, sensual groan and the erotic rumble echoed in the throbbing pulse of his cock. “You like that,” he murmured, and repeated the touch. Again, she shuddered, the spasm like a quake that shook the landscape of her body. “Oh yes.” He chuckled, outlining the bottom of her wing where skin, muscle and feathers connected. “You like it.”
    With a hum of pleasure, he clasped her hip in one hand and, circling her waist with his arm, dipped the other between her spread thighs. He slid two fingers between her folds, the abundant cream easing his way. Sinéad jerked under him, loosing a hungry cry that dragged an answering growl from the depths of him. He recognized the passion darkening the sound, made it something dangerous and too fucking good to resist—and he didn’t resist it. Sliding a finger deeper, he teased her pussy open and pushed the tip inside her grasping sex.
    “Easy,” he murmured when she bucked, nearly dislodging his touch. Damn. So tight. So wet. He ground his teeth together. “Easy, sweetheart.”
    Bending over her once more, he raked his teeth down the sensitive trail along her spine. A corresponding pull rippled in her extra-small channel. Muttering a curse, he pushed his finger deeper, higher inside her sex. Her smooth, muscular walls sucked at him, squeezed him in an embrace his cock envied.
    He withdrew his hand, ready to slip back in when her lush morning-dew scent, sharpened by her cruxim lightning-striking-earth aroma, ripened, became heavier and richer than ever. The alluring perfume wrapped around him, snared him. Need clawed at his gut, gripped his dick in a merciless hold. The hunger—it demanded to be fed, to be satiated.
    With a loud snarl, he reared back. “Retract them,” he snapped, stroking a hand over the top of one wing.
    Another tingle of electricity and they were gone, disappearing into the elaborate tattoo. Immediately, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes rounded but she didn’t utter a sound. Neither did she prevent him from nipping the taut skin on her stomach, from sliding between her legs. From shoving his shoulders under her thighs and leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. And touch.
    Hungry. So