Page 74 of Angel Of Darkness

This time, though, he wanted to watch her. Wanted to watch every flicker of emotion on her face.

In. Deeper.

His spine tightened.

Her legs squeezed him, so tight. Her sex—incredible.

“Harder this time,” she whispered, those fangs peeking at him. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”

But he felt like he should be. She was small. Delicate.

Nicole laughed and pushed up, a fast, strong move and Keenan found himself on his back, staring up at her.

“You keep forgetting.” A different note had entered her voice now. Darker. Sadder. “I’m not the same woman you watched before.”

His cock still lodged within her and she straddled his thighs. She caught his hands, brought them up to cup her breasts, then she started to move. Lifting up, gliding down. The rhythm built. Faster. Harder.

Her breath heaved out as her gaze bored into him. “I can take anything you’ve got.”

She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Keenan shot up as the last thread of his control broke away. He caught her head and pushed her mouth to his neck. “Bite me.” Because he wanted, needed that wild surge that came when she?—

Bit.

Her teeth pierced him. His hands clamped on her waist, and he yanked her up, down, thrusting, driving deep, and a groan tore from his throat.

His hands were too hard. His thrusts too strong.

Her mouth just right.

Yes.

Deeper, stronger. Her nails raked him. She licked his throat, and his cock jerked inside her.

Then he felt the ripples of her release. The hard squeeze of her sex around him as she came for him again.

He exploded inside of her. Keenan’s body stiffened, and the drumming of his heartbeat echoed in his ears as he climaxed. And as he came, she tilted back her head and stared up at him.

Such dark, dark eyes.

His right hand curled around her chin, and his lips took hers.

Pleasure hummed through him, so much pleasure, but at that simple touch of lips—such a light touch—he saw...

Death.

The vision came to him, as had a thousand others over the years. Death angels always had a vision of their charges’ last moments. The better to know when to give the touch.

This time, he once again saw his charge’s death. Her death.

Nicole lay in a pool of blood. A wooden stake pierced her chest. Blood trickled from her lips. “It’s...okay.” Her voice was broken, just like her body.

And he was there. His fingers closed around the stake as he tried to pull it out.

“This time you can’t save her.”

In the vision, Keenan spun and saw Az. Az had spoken.

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