Page 51 of Angel I Am Not

His gaze traveled over my breasts, stomach, ribs, the dark skin beneath his hands, and the attention was somehow hotter than being thrown against a wall. He cupped both breasts, thumbs dragging lazily across my nipples until they tightened beneath his touch. When my breath hitched, he repeated the movement with more pressure and watched the reaction closely.

“Really?” I asked, already breathing harder.

“They tightened.” His thumb circled one again, slower this time, and my back arched before I could stop it. Zel’s mouth curved. “There. That.”

“You’re watching me.”

Zel’s thumb passed over my nipple again. “Yeah.”

“Not my tits. Me.”

His gaze finally lifted to mine. “Your tits are fucking fantastic too.”

I laughed. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know.” He dragged his thumb across the tightened peak again and watched my breath catch. “I like knowing I did that.”

His head lowered and his mouth closed over one nipple, tongue dragging over the sensitive peak until my hands landed on his shoulders for balance. A pleased sound vibrated against my skin before he switched sides, doing the same thing again until another moan slipped from me.

“Do that again,” he murmured.

I stared down at him. “Do what?”

“That sound.”

“I don’t think that’s how moaning works.”

“Then I’ll figure out what makes it happen.”

That was apparently a promise. He kissed his way down my stomach while lowering me carefully onto the rug rather than the cold floor, taking enough time that I became painfully aware of every inch his mouth crossed. Somewhere above us, Nick made a strangled noise when Zel spread my thighs. I glanced up long enough to see both of them watching before Zel’s attention dropped to my panties like they had personally offended him.

“Those need to go.”

“You’re very demanding for someone who hasn’t done anything yet.”

His eyes lifted to mine with a look that immediately made me regret the challenge. He hooked his fingers beneath the sides of my panties and dragged them down slowly, his mouth following along my hip and then the inside of my thigh. He kissed one knee before working his way upward, stopping every few inches to taste another patch of skin while his hands kept my legs spread.

I was beginning to understand the problem with Gluttony. He didn’t rush because rushing meant skipping things, and Zel clearly had no intention of missing anything.

By the time his mouth reached the inside of my thigh, I was squirming beneath him. “Zel.”

He kissed higher.

“Zel.”

Another inch.

“Beelzebub.”

His entire body jerked. A rough sound tore out of him, deeper than anything he had made so far, and when he looked up his eyes had changed. Darkness had swallowed most of the brown, leaving something distinctly less human staring back at me.

“Don’t do that unless you mean it.”

“I meant it.”

His mouth hit my pussy before I could say anything else.

Every thought in my head scattered as my hips lifted off the floor. Zel caught me with both arms and held me where he wanted me while his tongue dragged through me in one long stroke, then another, then a third. I swore as the pleasure shot up my spine, and the vibration of his answering groan made it worse.