Page 92 of Angel Of Darkness

His mouth took hers. Not soft. Not gentle. No hesitant lover. Hard. Rough. The kiss was wild with need.

The fear in her heart pushed her to be wild, too. She grabbed his arms and pulled him closer. They stumbled back and her shoulders rapped into the wood of the nearby building.

She opened her mouth wider, sucking on his tongue, and taking everything she could get from him. His taste filled her mouth. Had her arching against him.

He still wanted her. He knew what she’d become, and he wasn’t turning away. He was touching her, his hands greedy and possessive, stroking and caressing, and her angel wasn’t running.

Neither was she. Not now.

Even through their clothes, the hard length of his cock pushed against her. Aroused. Thick and strong. She wanted him in her. Nicole didn’t care where they were. Didn’t care about anything right then—but him.

Need him. Want him.

His body. His blood. Oh, a taste of his blood would be heaven right then.

His hand shoved under her shirt. His fingers pushed under her bra. His thumb scraped across her nipple.

Yes.

“The building’s deserted.”

He was right. She didn’t hear any sounds from inside.

Keenan stepped back, but kept a hold on her arm. “I need you.”

She was on fire for him.

He kicked open the door. One kick, and the wood flew inward. Then he pulled her inside. An empty space. No furniture, but there were sturdy walls. Privacy.

He pushed her against the nearest wall. Keenan drove his tongue in her mouth and took. His hands went to her ass and he jerked her up, pressing her hard to the thick bulge of his cock.

She held him tight. Nicole pushed the worries and fears from her mind and just held him.

His fingers were at the waist of her jeans, yanking at the snap, and then shoving down the zipper.

Her inexperienced Fallen had her jeans down around her ankles in about two seconds, then her jeans and her panties were completely gone and his fingers were pushing between her legs. Pushing up, rubbing, stroking her.

Nicole rose onto her toes as her body tightened. Yes. She loved the way he touched her. He already knew her body. Knew just what she liked. How she needed to be touched.

He dropped to his knees before her.

“Keenan?”

He spread her thighs. His breath blew over her sex, and she shivered.

Then his hands were pushing between her legs. His long, broad fingers slid into her sex.

She jolted at the first touch. Her body felt so sensitive that she almost climaxed.

“Not yet.” Keenan’s growled order.

His fingers stroked her, plunging harder and deeper. His thumb brushed over her clit and sent a pulse of electricity right through her body.

“Beautiful.”

Her hands clamped down on his shoulders. “Keenan.” They shouldn’t be there—where was there? She’d never had sex in public, before vamp life or after, and this still counted as public to her.

His mouth was on her sex. His tongue drove inside and her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t held her up with his tight grip.

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