Page 70 of Angel Of Darkness

He drove into her then. A long, plunging thrust that stole her breath. “You won’t leave me again.”

Nicole locked her legs around him. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

He pulled back, thrust, slamming balls-deep inside her, and they both gasped.

Pleasure ripped through her in a white-hot wave. Pulsing, cresting. The bed groaned beneath them as their movements became harder. Wilder.

She licked her lips—want more.

He thrust deep.

Her sex clamped greedily around him. Her body was stretching, yearning. The tension built inside of her, and the promised release waited just beyond her grasp.

As he thrust, his head tilted back and his throat—his throat was right at her mouth. Her lips pressed against him as she tasted him. The pulse beat so fast beneath his skin.

Thrust.

Her heels dug into his back as she pushed up to meet him, thrust for thrust.

Her teeth scraped against his neck. Control. She didn’t have much control left. She wanted his blood. Wanted his body. Wanted everything he had.

Her mouth opened wider. Her teeth scraped harder.

“Do it.” His order. “Nicole!” His hips flexed as he plunged into her.

She bit him when she came. Her teeth sank into his neck even as his cock drove into her. The tension exploded in a firestorm—pleasure, hunger, need, blood.

Her body shook, every muscle trembling, and she drank from him as her sex contracted around his cock.

He kept thrusting. Keenan surged inside her, filling every inch of her sex. “Yes…good...so...” Keenan’s voice rumbled around her, then he stiffened, his muscles locking, and the hot tide of his release filled her.

She licked his throat and caught the drop of blood that slipped down his neck. Her hands were free—when had that happened?—and she wrapped her arms around him.

His body shuddered against her as his hips pushed forward. Keenan’s head lifted. He stared down at her with glittering eyes.

I didn’t mean to bite. I tried to hold back.

But sometimes, there was just no fighting what you were.

She stared up at him, and, for an instant, the light seemed to dim around him. Dark shadows spread behind him, stretching out, up. Strong, thick shadows of black that curved from his back.

Like wings.

Fear whispered through her even as she pulled him closer. Her hands slid down his back, over the rough ridge of scars where wings had once been.

No more.

Because she didn’t see those shadows anymore. They must have just been a trick of the light.

You will die within ten days. The only question is…by whose touch? The angel’s voice pushed into her mind.

By whose touch…

Keenan’s strong hands were on her. Stroking. Caressing.

It only took one touch to kill.

And it only took one touch to bring pleasure. This time, Keenan had brought pleasure.

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