Page 132 of Angel Of Darkness

He didn’t stop. Whatever payment she wanted, he’d give her. After all, how much could it be?

But now, he needed to find Ron, and he had to make sure that demon didn’t talk.

Keenan raced after Nicole, stripping the shirt from his body. He went into the darkened room and found her waiting. Nicole knelt on the bed and she was already naked. Yes. He tossed his shirt onto the floor and finished undressing before her.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he told her as he stalked toward her.

Her gaze had darted behind him, and he knew she was staring at the wings she shouldn’t see. Only the dying or those with angel blood could see the wings.

Keenan laughed because he should have realized the truth sooner. Thanks to him, Nicole had angel blood in her. He’d given up his blood to her plenty of times.

“What’s so funny?”

The bed dipped beneath his weight, and he shook his head. He caught her hand and kissed the top of her knuckles. A shiver slid over her.

“Keenan?”

He brought his body closer to hers. His fingers feathered over her breast. Such a soft, pretty nipple. He bent his head and licked her.

She arched up to him with a sigh.

Soft. Gentle. He could give her that. No pain, no fire, no fury. Just a man and a woman.

He needed to give her that.

He laved her nipple with his tongue, loving her taste and wanting more. Keenan slid his legs between hers—the better to open her to his touch. As he licked her, his knuckles edged down her stomach. His hand slid lower until his fingers were right over her sex.

When he touched her core, he found her wet. Ready.

He licked a path to her other breast. Pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her hips arched, a fast rise against his hand, and he let two fingers dip inside her.

Her sex clamped around him, and his cock jerked. Inside.

But not yet.

One more swipe of his tongue over her tight nipple, and then he pulled back to watch her. Pleasure rippled across her face with each flex and plunge of his fingers. He liked the way her breath caught when the pleasure hit. Liked the way her eyes gleamed and she bit her lower lip.

Most men probably wouldn’t have found biting fangs sexy. Those men were idiots.

He pulled his fingers out of her tempting heat. His hands curved around her thighs, and he spread her even wider.

For a moment, he just stared at her sex. Pretty and pink, plump with desire. Then Keenan bent and tasted her. At the first lick, he wanted?—

All of her. All.

He pulled her tight to his mouth and took.

She came against his tongue. Once. Twice.

But he didn’t stop tasting or taking. He was desperate for her and no matter what waited for them, he wanted her to remember this moment.

Pleasure. No pain. No fear.

For one night, he’d only give her pleasure.

“Keenan,” Her nails dug into his skin. “I want you inside.”

He rose, licking his lips and still tasting her. He knew his eyes would be as dark as hers.

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