Her Dark Angel (7 page)

“Thank you.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

She hesitated there, her mouth close to his and her heart beating wildly, awaiting his reaction. She hadn’t thought about what she was doing. It had been instinct to kiss him.

He was still a moment, as though she had shocked him, and then he turned and kissed her.

It felt better than she had imagined it would. His lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling, and she lost herself in the hard demanding feel of it. His mouth was warm, inviting, and she didn’t pause to think. She kissed him back, sliding her hands over his shoulders as his claimed her waist, and she moaned as ripples of pleasure ran through her. His tongue delved into her mouth again, stealing her breath away, and he moved on the bed, kneeling and leaning into her. She relaxed back into the pillows and his chest pressed against hers, the feel of him divine and delicious.

He groaned, a low guttural sound that sent a tremble through her, and her eyes slipped shut. When he broke for air, sense got the better of her and she considered what she was doing.

She was kissing an angel.

“Wait.” She pressed her hands against his chest.

“No,” he breathed and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue across her lips and teasing her. “I do not want to stop.”

Serenity caved for a moment, melting under the feel of his hands gliding up her sides, lifting her satin slip with them, heading towards her breasts. Reality kicked in again when they neared her chest and she pushed harder against his.

“Stop.”

Apollyon pulled back, leaning over her, his warm breath washing her face.

“Is something wrong?” His blue eyes questioned hers.

“What are you doing?”

He frowned. “Exactly what I want to do for once.”

He dipped his head to kiss her again and she almost relented. Almost. She braced her hands against his chest and leaned back so he couldn’t reach her.

“You want this,” he whispered and stroked her sides, getting closer to her breasts. She shivered, tiny jolts of bliss skittering across her skin. He was right, she did want it, but she just couldn’t get past the fact that he was an angel.

“Won’t you get into trouble?” She searched his eyes. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

He smiled and her resistance melted a little. “I won’t. You drive me crazy. I need you, Serenity. Being close to you tonight, seeing you laughing, smiling, happy because of me... I want to make you feel that way again, and I know you want it too. Somewhere along the line tonight, it stopped being an act for me. It became real.”

He smoothed her hair across the dark pink pillow, his eyes warm and honest, backing up his words. He wasn’t lying, and she couldn’t deny her attraction to him and the way he made her feel.

“Is it the same for you?” He looked hopeful.

Serenity didn’t hesitate. She nodded. “It is... I just... with the wings gone it’s so much easier to fool myself, but I know that you’re an angel... it—”

Apollyon pressed a lone finger to her lips. “Forget everything everyone ever told you about us. We can be with mortals and we are free to do as we please. Besides, you are my master right now. Whatever you want of me, you will have, but resisting you is becoming impossible.”

She felt the same way. She had tried her hardest but she didn’t want to resist him now. She wanted to give herself to him, and to fulfil the deep craving to have his body on hers, to drown in his kisses and lose herself in the moment.

Apollyon had made her happy tonight. She had felt as though Edward had never happened and that being in Apollyon’s arms was enough to bring a smile back to her face. He had made her laugh for the first time in weeks.

But none of that erased the fear in her heart that he was going to disappear when he’d had his vengeance and she would be alone again.

She shut out the voices that warned her against going through with it and ran her hands over Apollyon’s strong shoulders, caressing his bronze skin and feeling his warmth.

“Where did the wings go?”

“Away.” He looked at her left hand where it stroked his right shoulder and then back into her eyes. “I can keep them like this if I concentrate, but it only works for a short time. It was uncomfortable to sleep on them. Would you like me to bring them back?”

“Not right now.” Serenity ran her hands up his neck to his jaw and stroked the square line of it, her gaze drifting over his face and putting it to memory. She would never forget it, and she wasn’t likely to find a man as handsome as him again. “Right now, I like you just the way you are.”

“Naked?” he said and she couldn’t help smiling at his innocent expression.

“Naked,” she whispered, not needing to look to know that what little he had been wearing was now gone. She slid her hand around the nape of his neck and drew him down to her. With a wicked smile, she clicked her fingers, making her satin slip disappear and leaving her naked beneath the dark covers.

Apollyon groaned, his gaze running over her chest with blatant desire even though her nipples were still hidden. What would he look like when she was naked before him? She couldn’t wait to find out.

She pressed her lips to his and he immediately tilted his head and fused their mouths in another hungry kiss. She let go this time, not thinking about tomorrow, only thinking about now and how good it felt to be in Apollyon’s arms.  

She wouldn’t give this up for anything.

If he was brave enough to take what he wanted, then she would too. She would live with the consequences and pay whatever price she had to in order to have this moment with him.

His tongue brushed hers and she moaned and clutched his shoulder, drawing him closer until his chest was covering hers again, his hands caressing her upper arms. His mouth left hers and he pressed long kisses down her jaw and her neck. She reached up above her head and closed her eyes when he kissed over her collarbone and then down her chest. Her breath left her in a sigh and she smiled, twisting her hair around her fingers.

“You taste good,” Apollyon murmured against her skin and she looked at him, meeting his gaze. He drew the dark covers down, revealing the swell of her breasts, and his eyes left hers. He moaned, the sound of it making her shiver with anticipation, and lowered his head to her right breast. He kissed and licked her nipple, sending sparks shooting outwards from its centre and rekindling the embers of the fire he’d lit in her when they had danced. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, off the way he was slowly worshipping her breast. His thumb grazed the underside of her other one and his fingers curled around to cup it. He moved across to it, swirling his tongue around the dusky peak and sending another shower of sparks across her skin. “So good.”

Serenity arched against him, pressing her nipple into his mouth, and he groaned and sucked it. Her groin throbbed, hot with need, aching to have his attention. He thumbed her other nipple, teasing it so it remained aroused and making her burn for him.

She wanted to touch him too, to kiss him and taste his skin. She wanted to lick every inch of him until he moaned her name and begged for more.

She ran her hands over his biceps, delighting in tracing the lines of his strong muscles. Just the sight of him made her hot and bothered, but the feel of him took her beyond that, filling her with a desperate urge to push him onto his back and make love to him.

Not quite make love.

What was going around her head at ten positions a second was definitely raw and animalistic, a hard coupling that would leave her knees weak and make every part of her tremble.

She moaned at the thought and the feel of Apollyon at her breasts, taking her out of her mind with his constant torture of her nipples. Her breasts were tight, aching from the feel of his attention, and she raked her nails down his arms when he sucked harder and thrust her chest up. He slid a hand beneath her and held her to him, groaning. She wanted more.

Serenity pushed at the covers, needing to feel his hot body against the whole of hers, wanting his delicious weight on her.

Wanting to be at his mercy.

Apollyon stepped off the bed and her gaze was immediately on him, shamelessly drinking her fill of his body. He whipped the covers off her and stood there, long hard cock twitching and bobbing, his gaze hungry and dark.

Serenity rubbed her thighs together, drawing his attention there, wanting to feel it on her and see the passion in his eyes when he looked. There was so much desire in his expression. It made her feel powerful, sexy, and brave.

Apollyon groaned when she ran her hands over her breasts, teasing her own nipples, and then frowned when she skimmed them down her sides and dipped them in at the apex of her thighs, touching her pussy.

“Devil,” he whispered and walked around the bed, his gaze never leaving her. His chest heaved, muscles straining and taut. He looked incredible. She didn’t stop. Each time she swept her hands over the curly triangle of fair hair at the apex of her thighs, he moaned and his cock bobbed.

Serenity licked her lips. She wanted to taste that too. She wanted to wrap her lips around every hard inch of him and take him deep into her mouth, and suck him until he was crying her name to the heavens and clutching her to him.

Apollyon frowned when she got onto her knees and crawled towards him where he stood at the foot of the bed.

She kneeled before him and held his dark gaze as she lightly wrapped her fingers around his hard length. His eyelids slipped to half-mast when she moved her hand down, exposing the crown of his cock, and he shuddered.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a woman?” she whispered up at him, intent on getting answers while he was at her mercy. She wanted to hear him say it again, to know that he was telling the truth.

“Too long,” he muttered and then opened his eyes and looked at her when she didn’t continue. “Many centuries. I would not lie to you, Serenity. I have been in Hell for millennia and the only woman I have truly looked at in that time is you.”

Her heart gave a hard beat against her chest.

Right answer.

Serenity returned her gaze to his hard length and ran her hand down it again, drawing another breathy moan from Apollyon.

She leaned forwards and he gasped when she licked the head of his cock. His hands were instantly on her shoulders, his grip tight and bordering on painful. She didn’t stop. She ran her tongue around the crown and tasted him. Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs at the thought of him inside her, taking her, being with her. She wanted that. It was torture to wait but she would. She wanted to know him all over and then she wanted him to know her from the inside.

Apollyon groaned again when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked him, moving back and forth, her eyes closed in concentration. He tangled one hand in her hair. She held his cock tightly with her right hand and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, eliciting another deep moan from him. The tight feeling inside her increased with each moan that left his lips, the feeling of power increasing with them too and making her hunger rise. She sucked him harder, holding him still with her hand so he couldn’t thrust. He tried, desperate short movements accompanied by rumbling groans. She was in control now.

Or so she thought.

Before she could figure out what was happening, he was gone from her hand and her mouth and she was on her back on the bed. She gasped when he buried his face between her thighs and licked the length of her pussy, sending a shockwave through her. He grabbed her ankles, hooking them over his broad shoulders, and then raised her bottom off the bed, so only her shoulders and head were touching it.

Serenity moaned and writhed under the heated caress of his tongue, clutching the sheets into her tight fights and silently begging him for more. She wanted to come. She wanted to explode into a thousand tiny pieces in his arms and under the blissful ministrations of his tongue. He flicked her clit with it, sending prickly hot tingles sweeping over her belly and thighs, and hooked his hands over her thighs, anchoring her to the world.

She wriggled, rubbing her pussy against his face, desperate for the one flick of his tongue that would send her over the edge.

She was so close.

Apollyon released her before it happened, lowering her legs from his shoulders and breathing hard. She panted along with him, trying to gather her scattered senses, and piecing herself back together.

Her eyes opened and she met his dark hungry gaze, shivering under the intensity of it, and feeling hot all over when he ran it down her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs. He grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. His hard cock pressed against her clit and she groaned at the feel of it, and at the thought of him thrusting into her. She rubbed herself against it, desperate to climax, too hot to wait.

He pressed her hips into the bed, stopping her, and her gaze met his again. The passion in them, the raw need, spoke to her. It made her feel alive, made her burn hotter. She freed her legs from beside his hips and ran her feet over the pronounced muscles of his stomach to his pectorals. He kissed her ankle, holding it lightly in one hand, and took hold of her other one, bringing it to rest on his shoulder.

Serenity waited, her eyes on his, her body calling him.

She sighed when he ran the head of his cock over her pussy, teasing her clit with it, driving her to the edge again, and then closed her eyes and moaned as he slowly filled her. Inch after inch. She quivered at the feel of him stretching her, going deep into her body, until his balls tickled her backside. It was divine.

Her legs slipped, catching on his arms and resting there with her knees at his elbows. He grasped her hips and she opened her eyes again, intent on seeing his as he took her. Another sighing moan escaped her when he eased his length almost fully out and his groan joined it when he slid back in, deep and slow, until his pelvic bone brushed her pert clit.

He withdrew again, quicker this time, and thrust back in, gradually building the pace until it was hard to keep her focus on him and not close her eyes. She placed her hands over his and held them. He groaned and thrust harder, until his whole body was tense and his grip on her thighs began to hurt. She didn’t care. She wanted to feel his power, needed to feel him inside her. He pumped hard and deep, his pelvic bone slamming against her clit each time their hips met, sending her breasts wobbling. She tensed her muscles around his cock, groaning with him, low and deep, desperate in her search for release.