Her Dark Angel (9 page)

He smiled. She didn’t know how to undo it.

He went to remove it for her but she snapped her fingers and it was gone, and so was her slip. Where did she send things when she did that? He pushed his curiosity away and moulded his hands over her breasts, eliciting a moan from her, and then ran them down her body, tracing her curves. She sighed when he stroked her thighs and then delved between them, teasing the lips of her pussy.

Apollyon lowered his head to her breasts when she leaned back, planting her hands against the counter behind her, and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He slid one hand around her back, settling it on her bottom, and slid the middle finger of his other into her folds. She was slick for him, warm and wet, enticing. He dipped down to her warm core and eased his finger deep into her, gaining another long moan from her. His cock ached and bobbed, hungry to be inside her.

She moaned again and threaded her fingers into his hair, loosening it from its ponytail and clutching him to her breast. He licked her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hard bead, and slowly pumped her with his finger, loving the feel of her warm velvet depths around it. He stroked the soft spot inside her, running his finger around it, applying enough pressure to make her gasp and cling to him.

The moment she tightened around him, he pulled his finger out and stopped touching her. She whined and ran her hands down his neck and over his wings. A shiver bolted through him when she took hold of them, holding him to her with them, her grip so tight it felt as though she wasn’t going to let him go.

He kissed up from her breasts to her neck, licking and sucking it, drawing a mixture of giggles and moans from her. She stilled when he took hold of his cock and ran it down the length of her pussy, and then sighed when he eased himself into her, stretching her tight body.

“Apollyon.” She kissed him, still holding his wings, clinging to him. Her kiss was slow but passionate, dominant in a way that he hadn’t expected from her, and it thrilled him.

He took hold of her hips and held her steady as he slowly thrust into her, long strokes that would have him coming undone before long, but the sound of her moaning into his mouth was worth it. She kissed him deeper, her tongue tangling with his, her grip on his wings tight and unrelenting.

“Apollyon,” she whispered against his lips between kisses, saying it with such hunger that he drove deeper into her, struggling to keep his pace slow. He gathered her into his arms, kissing her, moving deep within her, feeling the intensity of their bodies fusing as one. He could sense her feelings, could experience the pleasure that radiated through her, throbbing in waves that crashed over him and threatened to carry him away with her.

It felt different to last night, almost overwhelming in the strength of emotion it evoked in him. He held her close, plunging his body into hers, seeking a stronger connection between them so he could know that this meant something to her too.

Her hands left his wings and she gripped his shoulders, drawing him closer to her and wrapping her legs around his waist, until he could barely move inside her. He thrust shallow and slow, drawing the moment out, wanting it to last forever. Her lips played over his, as gentle as their lovemaking, and he was lost.

He searched her feelings, trying to discover how she felt, needing to know what this meant to her. It had to be more than lust. She had to want him too.

He sensed the moment he broke through whatever barrier Serenity had kept him at bay with, and her feelings flooded him, warm and full of affection, heating his heart until it felt as though it would melt. He felt her confusion too, her growing feelings and how they frightened her. They filled him, wrapped him in their embrace, until they joined with his. Could she feel him too now? He wanted her to. He opened himself to her so she wouldn’t be afraid and would feel his emotions and know that she wasn’t alone. He felt something for her too. This was more than lust and hunger. This was something magical.

She buried her face into his neck and her fingers into his hair, holding him, clinging as though she wanted this to never end too.

Apollyon thrust deeper into her again, longer strokes that elicited breathy moans from her that washed over his skin. Her body tensed around his and he brought her right to the edge of the counter, clutching her backside to support her so she wouldn’t fall, and drove harder into her. Her moans grew louder, and he groaned with her each time he thrust his cock into her warm depths, searching for release, wanting to feel her climax.

She threw her head back and uttered his name when she came, her body quivering and clenching him, drawing him into joining her. He plunged his cock deep into her and uttered her name as he came, throbbing as he spilled himself, breathing hard as his heart thundered and his body trembled.

He was still a moment, catching his breath, clinging to her, not wanting to leave her warm body, and then opened his eyes and looked into hers.

She smiled shyly. “I think we could use that shower now.”

He nodded, withdrew his cock from her, and set her down. She scurried off into the living room.

Apollyon went to follow her and then paused. He looked back at the coffee machine. The black contents of the glass jug called to him.

He smiled.

Perhaps he could use a lift before the shower.

He found a cup and poured some of the coffee into it. It was hot but it didn’t stop him. He blew on it a few times and then sipped it. The effect was instantaneous. His cock twitched and he groaned at the thought of showering with Serenity. He took a mouthful of coffee, grimaced as he swallowed down the hot liquid, and then went after her, his erection growing harder with each step.

She wasn’t difficult to find. The shower was already running by the time he found the bathroom off the bedroom. He pushed the door open and stood there a moment, cock hard and aching at the sight of her under the jet of water, her hands running over her body.

He wanted to do that for her.

He focused and forced his wings away, until they shrank and disappeared into his back. It wasn’t good to get them wet. They took hours to dry.

Serenity smiled and pushed her wet blonde hair back, slicking it against her head, when he stepped into the small shower cubicle beside her. There wasn’t much room, but then he didn’t need it for what he was planning.

He took the soap from her, lathered it onto his hands, and ran them over her slender body. The slippery supple feel of her beneath his touch was incredible. He washed her sides and then continued down to her pussy, the soap rinsing off his hands under the warm spray of water. She moaned when he slipped his fingers into her folds and found her clitoris, teasing it with his fingers. He wanted her.

She opened her lips in what looked like was going to be a protest when he lifted her and he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. Their teeth clashed as she started to return the kiss, her movements as choppy and desperate as his own. He couldn’t do slow and sexy this time. He needed to be inside her again and the way she was moaning into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, and how aroused she still was said that he wasn’t the only one in need.

Apollyon pinned her to the white tiles with his body, the shower spraying against his back. Water ran over his bare bottom and his thighs. Serenity opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips and he groaned, kissing her harder, pouring out the frantic hunger pounding in his veins into the kiss.

He held her with one hand, his strength making it easy for him to keep her there, and reached for his cock with his other. She moaned when he guided it to her opening and then thrust into her, deep and hard. She clutched his shoulders, her fingernails digging in, and he grabbed her hips.

Her tongue duelled with his, fighting for dominance that he wasn’t going to give her this time. He held her hips, lifted her off his cock as he withdrew and then brought her down when he slammed back into her hot depths, claiming her body as his. He thrust fast and furious, plundering her body, driven by the raw hunger and the dark need spiralling inside him. He had to have her. She would be his. He wouldn’t let her go now, not ever.

She groaned with each deep thrust of his cock, each time he brought her down hard onto it, and clung to him, kissing him with a passion that matched his own.

It was rough and frantic, a chaotic meeting of their desire and passion, a raw primal fulfilling of their hunger for one another.

It was bliss.

She cried out when she came, her body shivering against him and her warm silken core milking his cock. He buried his face in her neck, grunting with each deep plunge of his cock into her, wanting to draw out each stroke until he couldn’t take any more. She clenched her muscles around him, moaning hotly into his ear, and it was too much. He groaned and held her on his hard length as he came, his heart pounding and his head spinning with it.

Heaven.

He had been in Hell for millennia, and now he had found Heaven.

And he wouldn’t give her up.

He needed her too much.

S
erenity felt sore in all the good places and all the right ways. She walked beside Apollyon on the wide pavement of the Champs Elysees, holding his hand and smiling from ear to ear. How did he make her smile so easily? It wasn’t the sex. That was fantastic but it wasn’t the reason she was grinning. It was just him. She only had to look at him and she smiled again, even against her will.

He was looking ahead, watching the people coming towards them, the traffic, everything. It all seemed to interest him. When she had been looking up at his handsome profile for a minute, he turned his head and looked down at her. He smiled and her heart fluttered in her throat. He needed a licence for that smile. The effect it had on her was definitely illegal.

She turned her gaze away from him, looking up at the dark sky. It was a beautiful night and even though the stars were faint, she felt as though she was seeing them shining above her.

They were almost at the end of the long shopping avenue, near the Louvre, and she sighed. She didn’t want to go and confront Edward again but Apollyon had insisted on doing his duty to her and they were searching for him. He hadn’t been in the first bar they had tried, or the second. There was a club Edward had mentioned to her more than once so they were heading there.

Serenity snuck a glance at Apollyon. She was glad that she could see through his glamour. He assured her that he was wearing a dark suit again, although she could only see his beautiful black and gold armour. The sight of him in so little did have its drawbacks now that she had gotten over her reserve about him.

It made her want to take him into a dark alley and have her very wicked way with him.

He grinned, as though he knew what she was thinking, and cast his blue gaze over her. The hunger in it told her that he was thinking the same thing that she was. She had picked out her best small dark blue summer dress and coupled it with the bra that gave her the most cleavage. She wanted Apollyon’s eyes on her tonight. She needed to have him looking at her, boosting her confidence with the way his attention seemed to gravitate towards her all of the time, and the way he looked as though he wanted to eat her up.

Something about him had brought her to life, freeing her inhibitions. She had never been so adventurous with a man, and had never felt so beautiful or adored. Being with Apollyon was Heaven.

She guessed that it was probably the angel effect.

She swung his hand back and forth as they turned and walked down a road that led away from the Louvre and the river, and deeper into the city.

The club was around here somewhere.

It took them a while to find it and she could only stare at the pink neon sign above the door when they did.

It wasn’t the sort of club that she had imagined it would be.

She had never been to an exotic dance club before. She presumed it meant exactly what her mind conjured up. Lap dancing. Erotic acts on stage. All manner of sordid things.

All of which felt like a very bad thing to expose an angel to, even one who had probably done worse with her over the past twenty four hours.

“Problem?” Apollyon’s deep voice was music to her ears, warming her body through as quickly as the images of them together that had been popping into her head.

“It’s a strip club.” She pointed to the sign.

“How about we go in and just see if he’s there?” He led her towards the doors and the man let them through again without even blinking, and without making them pay.

Apollyon had some powers and he wasn’t afraid to use them. She wished she felt so confident about her own powers. Her mother had always told her that she had great power and could do anything she desired if she trained hard enough. She had never felt confident enough to face her powers and accept them. Now she was though. Being with Apollyon gave her the strength to stop hiding and to take the leap. She wanted to be a better witch and master them and she would.

He ducked as they passed under a low beam and she smiled. His head would have cleared it but his folded wings would have clipped it. She couldn’t imagine how strange he had looked to everyone else, ducking when he didn’t need to.

A few women immediately closed in on him, dressed in skimpy underwear and wide smiles.

Apollyon pulled her up level with him and she felt awkward when the women noticed her and the grip he had on her hand and moved away again, heading towards other men who were alone. It was a relief though that he had made it clear that he wasn’t alone. Did he want everyone to know that they were together? Did he want to be with her? Being with him last night and today had been incredible and had only made her want him even more, but she still wasn’t sure where this was all going to lead and whether it would end up the way she wanted it to in her heart.

Her pleasant dream about them staying together disappeared when she saw Edward was right in front of her with a group of people, half of which were pretty young women. They were all laughing, drinking, and stuffing money into the thongs of the dancers on the stage.