I… melted against him. My hands had a mind of their own, sliding over his wings, before they found smooth muscle, until they wrapped around his back and pulled him even closer.
He disappeared and I blinked, but he’d only moved far enough away to pull my tank top off. Within a second, it was over my head and he was dropping kisses along my breasts.
My bra disappeared, his mouth found my nipple, and a torrent of obscenities poured from me as I gasped.
A strangled laugh. “What a filthy mouth you have,” he mused, before lowering his head to my other breast. I writhed, in turns dragging him closer and pushing him away.
I needed to kiss him again. I needed to kiss him and never stop. Distantly, I heard a warning sound in my head, like a siren that blareddanger, dangerbut for once, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I groaned at the taste of him, and he responded with a growl. I was surrounded by wings. I could feel them above the place where my hands met his back, and a gentle breeze met my face as he shifted, unstrapping my knife sheaths.
“You’re a walking armory,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. The move was so surprisingly tender that all I could do was stare up at him, momentarily stunned.
He took my shock and used it, peeling my jeans off. I was wearing plain, utilitarian underwear, but Samael made a sound, low in his throat… a sound of such incrediblewantthat the world spun dizzily around me.
My thighs clenched, and he laid one hand between my breasts, slowly moving it down my body. The look in his eyes was 100% possessive, satisfied male.
One night. I’d give myself one night to get whatever this was between us out of my system. In the morning, I’d strap on my weapons and no longer crave Samael. Not even a little.
My underwear was gone, and I gasped as I caught a glimpse of his claws. They were tucked away a second later, and his hand slipped between my legs. My body was shaking, a mixture of lust and anticipation making me tremble for him. Samael brushed one finger over the bundle of nerves that ached for him. I lifted my hips, needing more, and he let out a low laugh.
“I want you beyond reason.”
I blinked at that, but he was taking my mouth again, his fingers caressing and stroking. The kiss told me in no uncertain terms that I belonged to him, and his hands played my body like I was his instrument. I slid my hand down his body, needing to feel the thick length of him. He raised his head, his eyes molten silver as he stared down at me, catching my hand in his.
“I need to taste you.”
I could get on board with that. He kissed his way down my body, his hands stroking my thighs. Samael gave me one very satisfied grin, and then lowered his head.
I let out a sound I’d never heard myself make before. Something between a moan and a plea. Samael responded with a growl, his tongue swirling around my clit as he pushed one finger inside me.
An ache took up residence somewhere in my lower abdomen. An ache that only he could fix. I couldn’t seem to get enough air, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I writhed, on the edge of something incredible.
Pleasure crested, a wave of intense, unrelenting ecstasy. My climax swept through me and I threw my head back, gasping, unable to utter a sound as I shook, floating somewhere above my body. Samael carried me through it, bringing me back to earth with gentle swipes of his tongue.
I reached for him, desperate to feel him inside me.
Someone knocked on the door.
Samael glanced over his shoulder and let out a snarl that sounded like an enraged animal. They knocked louder.
“What?”
He was poised over me, his body surrounding mine. I wanted to tell him to ignore whoever was at the door, but reality had just knocked.
And it was time to answer.
“I just got a call from Botis. It’s Ag. He’s awake and able to be questioned,” Bael’s deep baritone said.
Samael took one moment to glance longingly down at my body, spread out before him. Then he packed it away. I watched as it happened. The glow of lust in his eyes dimmed as he reached for control. He pressed one kiss to my mouth and climbed off me, his gaze promising things he couldn’t give me in this moment.
He turned and strode toward his closet, and I watched him go, heat swirling through me as the toned muscles of his ass teased me.
He pulled on a pair of pants and turned to me. “Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered. I nodded but didn’t say a word. He didn’t notice my refusal to speak, his mind obviously already on his second, and I blew out a breath.
Samael reached for a pair of shoes and slipped them on. Watching him get dressed was surprisingly domestic. He glanced at me again, his hands fisting as I reached for the fluffy blanket on the foot of his bed, pulling it around me.
With a nod, he opened the door, keeping his body positioned so he blocked any view into his bedroom. The door shut behind him and I let myself fall back onto his bed, allowing the rich scent of his covers to envelop me for one single moment.
