Mine to Claim

Ariel's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath ragged, her body trembling as Luciel continued his slow, sensual assault on her skin.

His tongue flicked over her aching nipple, lips sucking, teasing, while his fingers traced a dangerous path down her stomach.

She was drowning.

Drowning in him.

And then—he pulled away.

Ariel's breath caught, a sharp wave of frustration crashing over her as the warmth of his mouth disappeared.

Luciel's eyes were glowing. Dark, hungry, burning into her like he wanted to consume her whole.

His hand moved, trailing downward, slipping between her legs again, spreading her open.

She whimpered, thighs trembling.

Luciel groaned softly, almost like he was savoring the moment. "So wet. So eager. And I haven't even given you what you really need yet."

Ariel's nails dug into his shoulders.

He moved then—shifting above her, his body pressing against hers, hot, heavy, overpowering.