Page 43 of Claimed By Midnight

We reach my room, the door standing ajar. He kicks it open, the force sending it crashing against the wall. Inside, the space is small, cozy, filled with the soft glow of enchanted lamps. My bed sits in the corner, covered in blankets and pillows. It's a sanctuary, a place of comfort and healing.

Uriel pauses at the threshold, his eyes scanning the room. There's a curious softness in his expression, a moment of vulnerability that surprises me. Then his gaze lands back on me, and that softness is gone, replaced by raw hunger.

Uriel kicks the door shut behind us, the sound echoing through the small room like a promise. He sets me down on the bed, his golden eyes never leaving mine. The room is bathed inthe soft glow of enchanted lamps, casting warm shadows on the walls. I watch him, hungry, as he starts to undress.

His leather vest hits the floor first, then his tunic, revealing a broad chest marred with scars. Each one tells a story of battles fought and won. His muscles ripple with every movement, a testament to his strength. Next, he unlaces his pants, pulling them open harshly as I watch. A cruel smile tugs at his lips.

"Nervous, little demon?" he taunts, kicking off his boots.

I lift my chin, defiant. "Not nervous. Impatient."

He chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down my spine. His pants join the rest of his clothes on the floor. He stands before me, unapologetically naked, his body a masterpiece of scars and muscle. His wings spread wide, the light gray feathers catching the light, creating a halo effect around him. He looks every inch the angel he's named for, except for the wicked intent in his eyes.

He kneels on the bed, crawling over me, caging me in with his arms. His lips find mine, rough and demanding. I meet his force with my own, nipping at his lower lip. He growls, a sound of approval, and deepens the kiss. His hands roam my body, pulling at my leathers, impatient.

"Off," he commands, pulling back just enough to speak. His voice is rough, breathless.

I obey, struggling out of my leathers. His hands are everywhere, helping and hindering in equal measure. He sucks in a breath as I lie back, bare before him. His eyes roam over me, possessive, hungry.

"You look so damn good it hurts," he says, his voice a low growl. His hand cups my breast, squeezing, claiming. His lips follow, sucking and biting, leaving marks. I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping me.

His mouth moves lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. He pauses at my hips, his breath hot against my skin. He looks up at me, his golden eyes molten with desire.

"Tell me you want this, little demon," he demands. His voice is rough, commanding. "Tell me you want me."

I shiver at the intensity in his voice, in his gaze. I should ask for the same, but I don't want to face the rejection. So I do what he says.

"I want you," I say, my voice steady despite the storm of sensation inside me. "I want this."

A satisfied smirk curves his lips. He lowers his head, his mouth finding the heat between my legs. I gasp, my hips bucking as he sucks and bites, his tongue exploring, claiming. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he devours me.

It's violent, passionate, a storm of sensation that threatens to drown me. I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, leaving my own marks. He growls against me, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Uriel," I gasp, my voice a plea, a demand.

He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my desire. His eyes hold mine as he slides a finger inside me, crooking it, finding a spot that makes me see stars.

"Come for me, little demon," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Show me what I do to you."

And I do. I come apart in his hands, on his face, my body convulsing with pleasure. He growls in satisfaction, his eyes never leaving mine as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my body.

"Please, Uriel," I beg, my voice a husky whisper. I don't want to feel that emptiness again, that void he left behind. "I need more."

"More?" He hovers over me, his golden eyes feral, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Little demon, you don't know what you're asking for."

"I can take it," I insist, my nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. "I want it."

A growl rumbles in his chest, and he crushes his lips against mine. It's a savage kiss, all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance. I meet his force with my own, nipping at his lower lip, drawing a groan from deep within him.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot on my face. "I won't hold back," he warns, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see what you're made of, little demon."

"I can handle it," I promise, my voice steady despite the storm raging within me. "I want all of you."

He shifts, his hands rough as they spread me open. I feel him, hard and hot, pressing against me. He's massive, and I gasp as he pushes in, stretching me, filling me.

"Uriel," I moan, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

"Beg for it, little demon," he demands, his voice a low growl. He pulls back, leaving me aching and empty. "Tell me you want me."

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