Page 15 of Angel Betrayed

There should be no jasmine now. Just ash. Smoke.

He only dreamed of fire and death. Not sex and pleasure and silken skin.

But her fingers were sliding around his shoulders and skimming down his back. He knew she’d feel the scars soon. The thick, long scars crossed his shoulder blades. When he’d fallen, his wings had burned off, and he’d been left with only the jagged reminder of what he’d once been.

Her breath hissed out when Seline touched the scars, and pleasure knifed through him. A pleasure so intense it was almost pain. An angel’s wings were the most sensitive part of his body, and even the ghostly remnants of his wings felt her touch.

More.

His head lifted. Her taste was in his mouth—sweet sin—and he wanted so much more. Seline’s lips were even darker, even redder, from the crush of his lips on hers.

And her skin looked almost luminous, as if it were glowing. Had he really thought that she wasn’t classically beautiful before? The woman was fucking perfect. So gorgeous that staring at her nearly hurt.

Her lips curved a bit. “You won’t have bad dreams tonight. You’ll know only pleasure.”

His cock was full and aching. Her legs were spread, and paradise waited just inches away. She was wet and arching her hips toward him.

Pleasure. When he’d first fallen, he’d gotten drunk on pleasure. Angels didn’t feel as a rule, but once he’d hit the earth, the sensations had overwhelmed him, and he’d gone more than a little mad on them. Pleasure and pain were his favorite sensations. They made him react the most, and they made him feel alive.

When he’d spent centuries only feeling death.

Besides, he’d learned he was very good at doling out pain, and when he wanted, he knew just how to give pleasure to his lovers.

When I want…

His hands rose between their bodies as he levered his chest up. Her breasts were amazing to see. Full and plump with tight pink nipples. Sam bent his head and licked one nipple. Seline moaned softly as her fingers curled around his scars.

Sam’s cock jerked as the rush of pleasure pounded through him.

She arched her back and pressed her breast more fully against his mouth. He sucked her and found that the taste of her nipple was just as addictive as her mouth. Sweet, like a strawberry. She was so soft. He let his teeth lightly score her.

“Sam…” Her whisper filled his ears.

For an instant, his eyes closed. The temptation was right there. He could take her, take his pleasure, and damn the world.

But...

He caught her hands and pulled them from his body even as he forced his mouth from her breast. Then he caged her hands against the mattress, pinning her with an unbreakable grip on each wrist.

She stared up at him with dazed eyes. “Don’t you want me?”

Hell, yes, but he knew a trap when he felt one, and even sexy bait wasn’t going to push him over the edge. Well, maybe not over, just pretty close.

“I want you,” she told him. Her eyes promised so much pleasure.

He held tight to his control even as his instincts demanded that he thrust hard and deep inside her. “For five hundred years, I’ve dreamed of hell.” The gritted admission came from deep within him.

Seline’s lips parted. Sexy fuck-me lips. His hips pressed a bit closer to her. Take her.

“But tonight…tonight I dream of you?” he asked. Bullshit. Did he look like a fool?

She blinked as if confused, but her skin kept that luminous glow. A glow that a human or even a low-level demon should never have.

He brought his lips close to her ear and again felt the light tremble that raked her body. “I can’t kill you in a dream,” he murmured, the words soft and tender like a lover’s even as the rage in him began to burn hell-hot.

She stiffened beneath him. Ah, so she realized this little scene wasn’t going according to plan.

“But,” Sam continued, letting his tongue touch the tip of her ear, “I’m guessing you can kill me here, right, sweetheart?”

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