Page 145 of A House of Gold
"Touch me. Please, Croesus, I need…"
His fingers find my center, and I cry out at the contact. I'm already soaked, the lust making my body respond with an intensity I've never felt before.
"So wet," he murmurs, sliding one finger inside me. "So ready."
I can't form words anymore, just sounds, gasps and moans as he works me with his fingers. He adds a second, then a third, stretching me, preparing me.
But it's not enough. The lust wants more. Wants him.
"Inside," I manage. "Need you inside me."
"Not yet." His thumb finds my clit, circling with perfect pressure. "You're going to come like this first. Let me feel you fall apart."
"Can't."
"You can." His fingers curve inside me, finding that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "Come for me, Raven. Show them all who you belong to."
The combination of his fingers and his thumb and his words pushes me over the edge. I come with a scream, my body clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
But it's not enough. The lust is still there, demanding more.
Through my haze, I hear the angels react.
"Holy–" Kael's voice is strangled.
She's magnificent.Idris breathes.
"I want her," Lysander says flatly. "When her year with you is up, Croesus, I'm claiming her first."
"Get in line," Seraph mutters.
Croesus snarls at them, his possessiveness flaring through the binding. Then his hands go to his own clothes, finally, finally stripping them away. He does it quickly, jerking pieces off, as he glares at his fellow angels.
I catch glimpses through my lust-hazed vision, golden skin, lean muscle, scars that tell stories of three thousand years of existence. And then he's positioning himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Look at me," he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gold gaze even though I know he can't see me.
"You're mine," he says. "Say it."
"Yours." The word comes out desperate. "I'm yours, now please..."
He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation, him at my heat and tightness, me at finally, finally having what the lust demands.
"Move," I gasp. "Croesus, please move."
He does. Pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in. Sets a rhythm that's hard and fast and exactly what I need. Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, building higher and higher.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he takes me. His mouth finds my breasts, sucking and biting, marking me. Through the binding, I feel his pleasure mixing with mine, amplifying everything.
"So good," he growls against my skin. "You feel so fucking good."
I can't respond, can only hold on as he drives into me again and again. The stone floor is hard beneath my back, but I don't care. Don't care about anything except the feeling of him inside me, the pressure building in my core, the lust finally, finally being satisfied.
"Close," I gasp. "I'm so close."
"I know. I can feel it." One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."
