Forty Two

The cuts on my lip healed, he tasted of roses. Adrian's glowing bright red eyes were proof of his lust and hunger for me. His hands roamed and explored my body. He ripped the rest of my robes away. Exposing the rest of my body to him. My wings flared out and wrapped us in their safety on their own in a perfect cocoon, shielding us from the outside world. He kissed the base of my neck, licking and sucking my sensitive spots. I wanted him to mark me now. I could feel his member straining through his robes. I rubbed myself against him softly as a test to see how much I healed. There was no pain. Willing his robes away. His pale perfect porcelain skin had no marks, no scars. He is perfect and surprisingly warm, his hard toned muscles sculpted to perfection. His body only heightened my lust. I grabbed his big thick cock with one hand and positioned him at my entrance. I lifted my body just enough to receive him. I slid down slowly, inch by glorious inch, giving my body a chance to adjust