Page 68 of Angel Of Darkness

His mouth claimed hers. His tongue drove deep, and she moaned. Her nipples tightened. Her legs shifted as she fought to widen her stance and feel him.

Just when she was getting desperate, his mouth lifted. “I don’t care about other women.”

Very good to know. “It’s just that vampires...” She swallowed and still tasted him. “For us, sex and bloodlust—it’s not like when you?—”

“I haven’t been with another woman.”

Now that bombshell stopped her. “What?” Not like she’d had oodles of experience. A few lovers, sure, but none? And he wanted to start with her?

“Humans and most of the Other can’t even see us.” His lips quirked. “So sex isn’t a big option.”

Hold on. “You’ve never?—”

“I didn’t want to. Angels don’t feel emotions—no human needs.”

Like love. Lust.

But he’d lost his wings, and right then, she could sure feel his arousal pressing against her. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She’d try to hold on to her control. The sun was up, so she’d be weaker, not as much of a physical threat.

“You won’t.” His lips skimmed her jaw. “You can’t hurt me.”

But he didn’t understand what it was like when a vampire’s bloodlust combined with physical desire. Control could be so very thin. She’d learned that lesson the hard way with Connor.

“I think I wanted you,” Keenan told her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up against him, “since the first moment I saw you.” His lips pressed against her neck.

Her fingers dug into his hair. Such thick, soft hair. “I’m not the same woman I was then.”

His tongue licked over her skin. She shivered. “You’re the woman I want.”

She’d try to stay in control, for him. Try to keep the bloodlust back and enjoy the pleasure.

Just a man and a woman. She could do that.

His first time.

She didn’t want to screw this up.

His warm hands slipped under her shirt. Inch by inch, they eased up her stomach, rising until they rested just under her bra. “You’ll have to tell me what you like.”

Her breath rasped in her throat. “You’re, ah, doing pretty good.”

But he eased away from her. “I can do better.”

Then he carried her through the house. Not up the stairs, but down the twisting hallway. Sunlight rained through the windows and chased out the shadows. He took her inside the last room on the right. A bedroom. No dresser. No chest. Just a bed.

He put her down on the bed, then pulled away, his gaze watching her as he began to strip.

Oh, yes. His shirt hit the floor, and she had one awesome view of his chest. Muscled. So very muscled. Way more than a six-pack on her angel. Sun-kissed skin. A body that was so delectable she definitely wanted to bite.

Then he dropped his jeans.

Her sex clenched.

Keenan’s body was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And she wanted to touch every inch of him. Taste every inch.

His cock—full, thick, and long—stretched toward her, and she rose up, reaching for him.

“No, sweet, I want to?—”

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