“You think this is enough?” she breathed, clutching me close.
Her wings unfurled, legs tightening around my waist. With a growl, I yanked down the straps of her black lace top, the only thing I’d been thinking about since she tossed me her jacket. Palming her breasts and kissing every inch I could reach, I bit a path down her neck and chest, marking her skin in deep red hues.
Pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I flicked my eyes up to watch her breath hitch before circling my lips around her little nubs, licking at them until they hardened under my tongue. Her moan spilled to the ceiling like a prayer.
My cock strained against my pants, steel-hard, but I couldn’t tear my hands off her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured along her skin, the truth ripping out of me.
She looked down at me, glinting rose gold eyes laced with molten fire. I got stuck there, mesmerized, hypnotized, until I realized her grip was tightening. Wings fluttering. Legs locking.
“You think soooo?” she said, her voice rough, soaked in sin.
Like a serpent, she held my gaze and cast a spell. Those jeweled eyes, that voice dripping with a promise of the delicious sins we were going to commit... that was how she caught me off guard. She spun us around and brought us to the floor, slamming me onto my back like I weighed nothing.
Her teeth caught the corner of her lip as she stared down at me, then—shk—my shirt split. My knife glinted in her hand. I hadn’t even realized she still had it.
She ran blood-stained fingers down my chest, and I bit my tongue, refusing to let her know just how much her touchownedme. Whether angel or demon, I wanted her eyes on me. Her hands. Her body. Always.
“I bet you never imagined fucking me while I was covered in someone else’s blood.”
She taunted me, her voice cold and sweet, but I didn’t flinch. I took her crimson-tinted hand in mine and lifted it to my mouth, licking and kissing her palm. Her lashes fluttered.
Yes. Keep looking at me. Stay with me.
I licked between her fingers then sucked them into my mouth, letting her know that this version of her, the one she thought would scare me? It didn’t. Itthrilledme.
I didn't know that I could be into something like this, but with her, I thought I would be into anything. I could find pleasure and beauty in anything that she did, wanting her any way I could get her. No restrictions. No holding back, no matter which way she decided to take it.
Pleasure and madness wrapped in lace and chaos. I wanted it all.
Her lips parted, a few sharp, surprised breaths slipping out as she watched me. My hips lifted, rubbing my cock against her soaked center. She licked her lips, and something flickered in her gaze, something soft, but she snuffed it out just as quickly. Her fingers hooked in my waistband.
“You want to fuck me?”
I nodded. Ineededto. Every inch of me screamed for it.
Her smile curled, dark and dangerous, like a queen about to deliver punishment.
She popped the button open. My hips jerked. I never liked underwear—too tight—so when she unzipped me, I sprang free.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed, almost to herself. Her eyes widened, throat working in a gulp. “I forgot how huge you are.”
I didn’t know if that was a compliment, but I sure as hell liked the look on her face.
“Too much for you?”
Yeah, I shouldn’t have said it. This was abouther, about proving I could take whatever she gave me, but damn, I couldn’t resist teasing her.
She froze.
For a beat, I thought I’d messed up. An apology hovered on my tongue until she slammed her palm into the pool of blood beside me, splashing my chest in sticky red splatter.
“Too much?” she whispered, hair veiling her face.
She rose slowly, dragging her hand through the blood. When she looked back at me, something crazed had sparked behind her eyes. Then she wrapped that dripping hand around my dick, pumping it with slick, ruthless strokes.
Ishould’vebeen grossed out, should’ve recoiled, but with her eyes pinning me in place, all I felt wasburning, blistering anticipation as I shuddered under her touch.
