4. Angel
ANGEL
H is hands are fire on my skin. Heat flickers under his tan skin and it shimmers like ghostly flames under my skin everywhere he touches.
His fingers dance along my hip and then back up to wrap around my breast and I gasp, my head falling back. His tongue flicks out to run along his firm lips and I jump when I see the fork of his tongue. He grins and then leans down to delicately trace my lips, groaning.
His hand comes up to tunnel his fingers into my hair. He tugs and I open my eyes. His dark eyes swirl with embers, glowing like coals in the dark.
“I’ve waited for you for what feels like centuries, mate,” he hisses and his tongue flicks out, darting along my skin. I shudder and lust rises inside me, my heart aching with the want for this male.
His tongue slips along my shoulder as he drags my shirt down. Darting tendrils of zapping energy flickers along my nerve endings. I close my eyes, half-drunk with hunger. “I need you, Anders. I need all of you.”
“I promise you that I’ll protect you, Angel. I’ll be your everything in this awful, bad world. Nobody will ever hurt you or they’ll bring my wrath down on their head. You’re my queen.”
He’s babbling wildly, his voice so hoarse and low that it echoes in the room like boulders rolling down a hill.
And I love it. My pussy clenches over and over again, desperate to feel him inside me. I’m not even sure how it will be but I don’t care. All I care about is having this moment in time with this male.
He groans and his dark talons trace down my body as he sinks to his knees in front of me. “I’m the very definition of bad and yet you bring me to my knees, Angel. I can smell you all around me. Can taste your essence on my tongue already.”
He growls and rips my skirt off, shredding it with sharpened black talons. Red skin contrasts vividly with my pale and I should be scared out of my mind. But I’m not. I’m too hungry for him. “Don’t stop,” I hiss breathlessly, my fingers tugging at the soft strands of his dark hair. It hangs around his shoulders, long and silky dark. I grasp his horns and run my fingers delicately along the curves.
“Oh fuck!” He groans and his tongue darts out. That first feel of his forked tongue running along my lower lips is ecstasy. I throw my head back and groan, biting my lip to keep from wailing in ecstasy.
“Harder. I need you, Anders.”
His tongue flicks as his talons delicately trace my lips, dragging at my essence and then running his tongue around his fingers. “You taste divine.” His low growl reverberates like thunder in the dark.
Shivering, I scream as waves of red-hot waves of ecstasy wash over me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I can’t stop coming. Pleasure consumes me and swallows me whole.
“I need you, Anders. Please. Take me.”
“I cannot claim you yet, mate. I feel it’s not time. But I sure as hell can give you just what you need.”
He comes to his feet, looming over me. He tugs restlessly at his clothes. His shirt is shredded just like my skirt. Then his long fingers fumble with his belt and his zipper comes down so slowly that I almost reach out to help him.
My tongue slips out when I see the long, thick length of him. His head is so heavy and there’ s a large bulge at the base of his cock. I reach out a tentative finger. “What is this?”
His dick jumps and he grins slyly. “My knot. When I finally claim you, I will knot you fully. And then we’ll be together for awhile because the knot can take up to an hour to go down enough to separate. All the better to breed you.”
My brows lift and I smirk. “There’s no way in hell that can fit in me.”
He leans over and his tongue runs along my throat, his deep murmur in my ear making me quiver. “You’ll be amazed what you can take, mate. When you want it enough.”
Oh my god, do I want it all. But there’s still a sliver of unease. I don’t know if he’ll wake up and leave. He’s a demon. Aren’t they all liars and cheats?
“Are you ready, mate?” My heart slams into my ribs and I smile.
“Oh so ready.” He lifts me up and holds me above his head, his tongue slicking along my wet hole. I gasp and wrap my legs around his shoulders and neck. “What are you doing?”
He grins wildly. “You’ll see.”
And he licks and sucks and that forked tongue finds all the best places to pierce. “Oh my god!” I grasp his hair and tug hard.
“That’s it, mate. Mark me. Fight me. Give me pain and pleasure. Give me all of you.”
My whole body tightens up and it feels like a shooting star flings itself out of my body, out of my soul. Sparks go off behind my eyelids. My whole body shudders so hard that if he wasn’t holding me so tight I’d fall off his shoulders.
Then he slams me against the wall and brings me down it until his heavy erection presses at my throbbing hole. “Now you’ll find out what it means to make love to a demon, mate.”
And he slams inside me so hard that the wall breaks apart, plaster raining down on our heads.
But neither of us cares.
“Oh, Anders!” I shriek, my body aching in the best way. “You feel so good. I feel so full. It feels so right.”
“Because it is. Fate knew that you were my perfect match in every way. Making love will never be like this with anyone but you.”
His thrusts rock me into the wall and thunder crashes around us. Fire and brimstone burns the air and flickers in the dark. Lightning dances along my skin and sizzles like ozone in the air.
He holds me tight, his arms wrapped around me, his eyes flashing like dark whirlpools of night. His mouth opens wide and he growls and groans, his heavy body plunging inside me until another wave of pleasure blazes out of control like wildfire in the wind, crackling around us.
His head goes back and he screams an unearthly sound that sends me over the edge again. I shiver so hard that I tilt and fall to the side. His body falls with me and he covers me carefully so that I don’t get hurt.
His mighty puffs of breath are warm and soothing and I close my eyes and smile.
“Are you alright, mate?” He asks, his tone worried. When I open my eyes I can see the fear lurking in the dark pools.
“I’m better than alright. I’m amazing,” I laugh.
He chuckles and holds me against his broad chest. His dark talons run along my skin and goosebumps rise. “I know that. I’m glad that you’re good.”
“I couldn’t be better, Anders. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“You never will. I hope that you realize that, mate.” There’s a promis in his words that should scare me but it doesn’t. Satisfaction washes over me and I settle into the crook of his arm until he stands up and carries me to my bedroom, never faltering in his steps like he knows my place.
I don’t question it. Because he knows me. I know him.
And when he wraps me up in his arms, holding me tight until his heartbeats seem like an echo of mine, I close my eyes and smile, so damn happy. So content.
And dreaming of our future.