Page 60 of Angel Of Darkness

A tear tracked down her cheek.

He caught the tear on his fingers. “Don’t cry for me.”

Another tear slipped down her cheek.

“Don’t cry for me, sweet.” I’m not worth it. Because he’d almost taken her that night. She’d been right, he’d just stood there, and watched.

Never again.

His lips took hers. He tasted the salt from her tears on his tongue. Pain. Angels didn’t know pain. They also didn’t know passion or lust.

Now he knew it all, and he didn’t think the emotions put him in hell anymore. The feelings didn’t rage inside of him and threaten to rip him apart.

Now they made him feel alive. Human.

Her lips parted beneath his. He kissed her deeper, harder, and let her feel the need that drove through him.

It was a need only she could satisfy.

His hands slid down her body, found her waist, curled tight and pulled her closer. Whenever he was around her, he was aroused, hungry for her. Desperate.

The lust beat through his blood. His cock ached, and he wanted her. Naked. Open.

His.

But not against the side of a dirty building. Not with too many eyes that could see too much. When he had her—and he would—Keenan wasn’t going to share.

His tongue tasted her as he let the kiss linger. He’d never be able to get enough of her taste. Sweet and wild—a combination that could be deadly.

Not that he was too worried about death.

Slowly, savoring her, he lifted his head.

“What happens next?” Nicole whispered.

The scent came then, teasing his nose. Flowers. Faint. Fresh.

“We get the hell out of here.” He glanced at the lot. There. A pickup truck sat parked near the left. Big wheels. Shiny coat of paint. Probably with a motor that knew how to howl. “And we get out of here now.” The instant they were safe, he’d take her because he couldn’t wait much longer.

His control wasn’t that strong.

But finding a place to keep them away from the prying eyes of an angel wasn’t going to be easy.

The pickup’s driver side door was locked, so he just shoved his elbow through the window and broke the glass. A quick flick of his fingers on the lock had the door opening.

“You know how to hot-wire this thing?” Nicole asked.

“What the hell are you doin’, you fucking asshole?”

Keenan turned at the snarl and saw a tall human male with red hair racing toward him.

“That’s my fucking truck!”

“Yes.” Unfortunate but… “Sorry. We’re going to need it.”

“The hell you are!” The guy swung at Keenan with a hard roundhouse punch.

The punch missed.

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