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I was about to say something, but his fingers traced along my throbbing folds.
I moaned.
He circled my clit with his thumb, playing with my pussy and grinning with amazement the whole time. “I can’t believe I can touch you.”
“Me either,” I gasped.
“I have to lick you right here.” He rubbed my bud some more.
I could barely catch my breath. I ached everywhere. I had to have him—in me, on me—pushing and shoving his icy cock into my flesh, making me his. I yearned for him between my legs. No desire had ever been this bad. No man had ever made me want to beg. “Please . . .”
“Please what, sweet Faith?”
“Make love to me.”
His skin rippled as he licked his lips. “Yes. Just don’t wake up.”
He laid down on me and I shook with longing. “Please.”
Just as I thought he was going to thrust inside of me, he lifted me back up, his wings spread, and we rose high into the air.
“Remy!” I climbed his waist again, my hard nipples pressing against his chest. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the clouds.”
“No!”
“Yes! I want to have you in the clouds.” He landed cold kisses all over my flesh. “I want the stars to see how loud you moan.”
And he did.
Naked, we floated in a fluffy mist, high up in the night sky. The multi-colored stars twinkled within the mystic fog.
He flew faster.
We rose high above the earth.
When he finally entered my body with his huge cock, I no longer cared if I fell from the sky. All I could think about was that thick length as I slipped up and down on it, moaning into the wind and begging him not to stop.
Stars sparkled over us.
“This is heaven.” He held my waist as I bucked my hips, meeting his thrusts each time. “This is what I died for.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded around his cock. My body spasmed with orgasm after orgasm. I dripped all over him. And he roared like the sex god he was. His voice echoed in the sky.
Some of the clouds separated.
Still, he thrust into me more. His cock moved with a seductive rhythm. It rode the music box’s melody. It strummed at my insides, until I became his instrument to play anyway he wanted.
“Remy,” I moaned.
“Sweet Faith.”
Chapter 6
Faith
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