him. He removed their clothing with a thought. Her eyes widened, then her lids partially lowered.
“This could be handy,” she murmured.
He blanketed her body with his and in one thrust he sank into her pussy. It was like coming home. He stroked into her, deep and sure. Her legs came up, cradling him inside her. The sounds of pleasure she made soothed his soul. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. They moved in the synchronised rhythm that they enjoyed—thrust, undulate, then deep.
“Darius… Please… Yes…You know how I need it,” she moaned.
He did, and he gave it to her, showing no mercy as he reclaimed this woman who made his heart sing with joy, his body fill with rapture. She clenched around him, her wetness easing his glide into her slit. Nia arched her neck, legs going rigid around his hips. Her gasp echoed as she gushed, coming. Darius joined her, groaning as his cock spurted out his cum. He slumped onto her.
Nia held him, her touch possessive, letting him know he was hers. Turning his head, he kissed her gently. Slowly, they calmed.
Darius withdrew from her, then stood by the bed. He donned clothing with a thought and held out his hand to her.
“Let me show you the world the way I see it.”
Nia stood without hesitation, sliding her hand into his. He clothed her, then led her out onto the terrace. He extended his wings. Nia gasped softly, but didn’t pull away.
“You can touch them,” he urged.
She did, tentatively, then more firmly. She slid her hand along them.
He locked his knees to still his trembling.
Nia looked speculative, then said, “They are sensitive, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.
Nia continued to touch them. “I thought they would be rough, but they’re satiny. Soft.”
“Yes…” He bit his lip, striving for control.
Nia chuckled. Darius encircled her with his w ings. She moaned softly, pressing against him. She rubbed her cheek on the feathers.
“Hold on,” he said. In a rush of power, he shot them into the sky, whirling them as he unfurled his wings from around her. Nia gasped, gripping him tightly.
“I’ve got you. I’ll never let you fall,” he promised. “And I will catch you if you ever do fall.”
She cupped his cheek and kissed him.
Nia withdrew and looked around. “Now, show me how you see New York. Then tell me all about what you are.”
Darius flew into the moonlit summer night, shielding them from view, and did as she bade. He shared with her the rapturous delight that was his world.
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Power of Attraction
Taige Crenshaw
Excerpt
Chapter One
Fear swamped Wesley McCarty as he looked at the date on the newspaper in disbelief.
January twelfth.
He had lost six months of time and had no idea of what he had done. Swearing viciously, he leant back against the couch. He ran his hand over his head. The last thing he remembered was going to bed early. When he woke he was so relived, hell thankful, he hadn’t dreamed.
Wesley looked down at his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank God, no blood, cuts, or markings. You’re doing okay, Wes.”
Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. It was just the beginning of summer when he went to sleep yet when he woke there was snow on the ground. He tried to remember what had happened.
Black waves of pain hammered in his head . He swallowed the nausea bubbling in the back of his throat. He breathed rapidly in and out. The feeling passed. After some time, the pain lessened and he could think.
Oh God, what is happening to me? I’m losing my—
Wesley cut off the thought before it could form. No. There is a reasonable explanation. There has to be one.
Wesley sat up and pushed the button for the answering machine on the table next to the couch. As the many messages played, he started to shake. By the last one he knew that one of his vague explanations weren’t going to fix this. His friends who were also his business
“This could be handy,” she murmured.
He blanketed her body with his and in one thrust he sank into her pussy. It was like coming home. He stroked into her, deep and sure. Her legs came up, cradling him inside her. The sounds of pleasure she made soothed his soul. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. They moved in the synchronised rhythm that they enjoyed—thrust, undulate, then deep.
“Darius… Please… Yes…You know how I need it,” she moaned.
He did, and he gave it to her, showing no mercy as he reclaimed this woman who made his heart sing with joy, his body fill with rapture. She clenched around him, her wetness easing his glide into her slit. Nia arched her neck, legs going rigid around his hips. Her gasp echoed as she gushed, coming. Darius joined her, groaning as his cock spurted out his cum. He slumped onto her.
Nia held him, her touch possessive, letting him know he was hers. Turning his head, he kissed her gently. Slowly, they calmed.
Darius withdrew from her, then stood by the bed. He donned clothing with a thought and held out his hand to her.
“Let me show you the world the way I see it.”
Nia stood without hesitation, sliding her hand into his. He clothed her, then led her out onto the terrace. He extended his wings. Nia gasped softly, but didn’t pull away.
“You can touch them,” he urged.
She did, tentatively, then more firmly. She slid her hand along them.
He locked his knees to still his trembling.
Nia looked speculative, then said, “They are sensitive, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.
Nia continued to touch them. “I thought they would be rough, but they’re satiny. Soft.”
“Yes…” He bit his lip, striving for control.
Nia chuckled. Darius encircled her with his w ings. She moaned softly, pressing against him. She rubbed her cheek on the feathers.
“Hold on,” he said. In a rush of power, he shot them into the sky, whirling them as he unfurled his wings from around her. Nia gasped, gripping him tightly.
“I’ve got you. I’ll never let you fall,” he promised. “And I will catch you if you ever do fall.”
She cupped his cheek and kissed him.
Nia withdrew and looked around. “Now, show me how you see New York. Then tell me all about what you are.”
Darius flew into the moonlit summer night, shielding them from view, and did as she bade. He shared with her the rapturous delight that was his world.
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Power of Attraction
Taige Crenshaw
Excerpt
Chapter One
Fear swamped Wesley McCarty as he looked at the date on the newspaper in disbelief.
January twelfth.
He had lost six months of time and had no idea of what he had done. Swearing viciously, he leant back against the couch. He ran his hand over his head. The last thing he remembered was going to bed early. When he woke he was so relived, hell thankful, he hadn’t dreamed.
Wesley looked down at his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank God, no blood, cuts, or markings. You’re doing okay, Wes.”
Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. It was just the beginning of summer when he went to sleep yet when he woke there was snow on the ground. He tried to remember what had happened.
Black waves of pain hammered in his head . He swallowed the nausea bubbling in the back of his throat. He breathed rapidly in and out. The feeling passed. After some time, the pain lessened and he could think.
Oh God, what is happening to me? I’m losing my—
Wesley cut off the thought before it could form. No. There is a reasonable explanation. There has to be one.
Wesley sat up and pushed the button for the answering machine on the table next to the couch. As the many messages played, he started to shake. By the last one he knew that one of his vague explanations weren’t going to fix this. His friends who were also his business
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