Page 45 of Angel Of Darkness

“You’re not cooling down,” she said, voice husky, and her hands rose to clasp his shoulders.

Keenan laughed. A rough bark of sound. “When you touch me, there’s no way I can’t burn.”

She rose onto her toes. “Maybe—maybe that’s what you need to do. Just let the fire out.”

Her lips were so close he could taste the sweetness of the kiss that would be. “And if it scorches you?”

Nicole shook her head. Her dark locks were already soaked. “It won’t.” The icy water had her trembling, but she still leaned in ever closer to him. “It won’t.” Her voice sounded certain, but there was so much she didn’t know.

Her lips—cold from the kiss of water—touched his. Her mouth was open, her lips soft, and her tongue pushed into his mouth.

He was lost. But then, with her, he always had been.

His hands were rough with need as he held her tight. He wanted every inch of her body against his. His tongue met hers and tasted. His mouth opened wider because he needed more of her. Wanted everything.

Her hand slid between their bodies. Slick. Certain. Her fingers skated over his nipples, and a growl vibrated in his throat. She pushed between them, sliding her hand down, down.

When she touched his cock, his body jerked.

“Easy,” she whispered as she pulled back and lifted her gaze to meet his. The water wasn’t as cold now. He’d made it hot. Couldn’t control it.

No control.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, curving over the base of his erection, and she began to pump. Long, slow pumps as her lips skimmed down his neck.

Bite. He wanted her mouth on him as her hands squeezed his dick. Because her touch—burning hell—nothing had ever been so good. The pressure was just right, her fingers tight, and now, moving faster, faster.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice stronger, and she pushed him back so that his shoulders hit the tile. “You won’t hurt me.” Her lips curved in a wan smile. “I’m stronger than I look.”

So am I. He was strong, but still, with her, close to breaking.

His breath came harder, and his heart thudded against his chest. Her tongue licked his throat. A hot lick that had his need spiking. Then she began to slip down his body. Steam rose off her, and her lips feathered down his chest. Down his abdomen.

His muscles locked and when her lips closed over his cock…

The pleasure erupted inside of him. One lick of her tongue, just one, and Keenan lost control. Lost everything.

His vision dimmed to red. A distant roar filled his ears. The pleasure mixed with the fire in his body, burning, sweeping away his past, sweeping him into the maelstrom of need and hunger and...

Yes.

Pleasure.

So much pleasure.

She licked him again. Trailed her fingers over his cock and looked up at him.

He knew then he wouldn’t get enough. That lash of wild pleasure—it had only been the beginning and he needed, had to get more.

Everything.

No wonder humans lied and killed for sex. No wonder.

He caught her under her arms, lifted her up high, and barely felt her weight.

“Keenan, we should?—”

He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep and loving the soft moan that trembled in her throat. His arms moved to cradle her, and, keeping his mouth crushed to hers, he carried her from the bathroom.

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