Dark Angel

by Heaton, Felicity

  “You taste good,” Apollyon murmured against her skin and she looked at him, meeting his gaze.

  He drew the dark covers down, revealing the swell of her breasts, sending anticipation swirling through her. His eyes left hers, dropping to her chest, and his moan was purely masculine. Her own moan joined it as he lowered his head and she arched up to meet him, unable to hold back and stop herself.

  The first brush of his lips over her pebbled nipple sent sparks shooting outwards from its centre and rekindled the embers of the fire he had lit in her when they had danced. She moaned again, sank her teeth into her lower lip and tugged on it as he stroked his tongue over her nipple. Heat pooled lower, gathering in her belly as she watched him, couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he slowly worshipped her breast.

  His thumb grazed the underside of her other one and his fingers curled around to cup it, the heat of his palm against her almost too much to bear.

  He moved across to it, swirling his tongue around the dusky peak and sending another shower of sparks across her skin. “So good.”

  Serenity arched against him, pressing her nipple into his mouth, and he groaned and sucked it. Her groin throbbed, hot with need, aching to have his attention as he thumbed her other nipple, teasing it so it remained aroused and making her burn for him.

  She wanted to touch him too, to kiss him and taste his skin. She wanted to lick every inch of him until he moaned her name and begged for more, until he was as wild and lost as he was making her.

  She ran her hands up his biceps, delighting in tracing the lines of his strong muscles. Just the sight of him had made her hot and bothered, but the feel of him took her beyond that, filling her with a desperate urge to push him onto his back and make love to him.

  Not quite make love.

  What was going around her head at ten positions a second was definitely raw and animalistic, a hard coupling that would leave her knees weak and make every part of her tremble.

  She moaned at the thought and the feel of Apollyon at her breasts, taking her out of her mind with his constant torture of her nipples. Her breasts were tight, aching from the feel of his attention, and she raked her nails down his arms when he sucked harder and thrust her chest up. He slid a hand beneath her and held her to him, groaning, his pleasure flowing through her, into her and cranking her tighter.

  She wanted more.

  Needed more.

  Serenity pushed at the covers, needing to feel his hot body against the whole of hers, wanting his delicious weight on her.

  Wanting to be at his mercy.

  Apollyon stepped off the bed and her gaze was immediately on him, shamelessly drinking her fill of his body. He whipped the covers off her and stood there, long hard cock twitching and jerking as his hungry dark gaze roamed over her bare curves.

  Serenity rubbed her thighs together, drawing his attention there, wanting to feel it on her and wanting to see the passion in his eyes when he looked. There was so much desire in his expression, so much heat and need as he stared at her.

  It made her feel powerful, sexy, and brave.

  Apollyon groaned when she ran her hands over her breasts, teasing her own nipples, and then the black slashes of his eyebrows knitted hard when she skimmed her fingers down her sides and dipped them in at the apex of her thighs, brushing them across her mound.

  “Devil,” he whispered and walked around the bed, his gaze never leaving her.

  His chest heaved, muscles straining and taut, keeping her hungry eyes locked on him. He looked incredible as he prowled, his focus fixed on her hands. She didn’t stop. Each time she swept her fingers over the triangle of fair hair at the apex of her thighs, he moaned and his cock bobbed.

  Serenity licked her lips. She wanted to taste that too. She wanted to wrap her lips around every hard inch of him, take him deep into her mouth, and suck him until he was crying her name to the heavens and clutching her to him.

  She wanted it and she was going to do it.

  She rolled onto her knees, coming to face him.

  Apollyon frowned as she crawled towards him where he stood at the foot of the bed.

  She kneeled before him and held his dark gaze as she lightly wrapped her fingers around his hard length. His eyelids slipped to half-mast when she moved her hand down, exposing the crown of his cock, and he shuddered.

  “How long has it been since you’ve had a woman?” she whispered up at him, intent on getting answers while he was at her mercy.

  She wanted to hear him say it again, to know that he was telling the truth.

  “Too long,” he muttered and opened his eyes and looked at her when she didn’t continue. “Many centuries. I would not lie to you, Serenity. I have been in Hell for millennia and the only woman I have truly looked at in that time is you.”

  Her heart gave a hard beat against her chest.

  Right answer.

  Serenity returned her gaze to his hard length and ran her hand down it again, drawing another breathy moan from Apollyon.

  She leaned forwards and he gasped when she licked the head, swirling her tongue around the blunt crown and tasting him.

  His hands leaped to her shoulders, his grip tight and bordering on painful.

  She didn’t stop.

  She tasted him again, stroking her tongue up the seam and brushing her lips over it. Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs at the thought of him inside her, taking her, being with her. She wanted that. It was torture to wait but she would. She wanted to know him all over and then she wanted him to know her from the inside.

  Apollyon groaned again when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked him, teasing only the head at first and then taking him deeper. He tangled one hand in her hair as his breath stuttered, his thighs tensing and pressing his length deeper still. She moaned and held him tightly with her right hand and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, eliciting another deep rumbling groan from him.

  The tight feeling inside her increased with each moan that left his lips, the feeling of power increasing with them too and making her hunger rise. She sucked him harder, holding him still with her hand so he couldn’t thrust. He tried, desperate short movements accompanied by wicked sounding moans when he found he was at her mercy.

  She was in control now.

  Or so she thought.

  Before she could figure out what was happening, he was gone from her hand and her mouth and she was on her back on the bed.

  She gasped when he buried his face between her thighs and licked the length of her, sending a shockwave of sensation ripping through her.

  He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He grabbed her ankles, hooking them over his broad shoulders, and raised her bottom off the bed, so only her shoulders and head were touching it as he went to war on her.

  Serenity moaned and writhed under the heated caress of his tongue, clutched the sheets into her tight fists as she silently begged him for more. She wanted release. She wanted to explode into a thousand tiny pieces in his arms and under the blissful ministrations of his tongue.

  He flicked her sensitive bead with it, sending prickly hot tingles sweeping over her belly and thighs, and clamped his hands over her thighs, anchoring her to him.

  She wriggled, rubbing against his face, desperate for the one flick of his tongue that would send her over the edge.

  She was so close.

  Apollyon released her before it happened, lowering her legs from his shoulders and breathing hard. She panted along with him, trying to gather her scattered senses, and piecing herself back together so she could chastise him for stopping.

  Her eyes opened and she met his dark hungry gaze, shivered under the intensity of it that stole her voice. Heat followed his eyes as he ran them over her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs, and she squirmed again, aching for him to touch her, to kiss and lick her.

  To give her the release she needed.

  He grabbed her hips and she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the
bed and his hard hot length pressed against her core. A groan fell from her lips as her mind filled with the thought of him thrusting into her and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against it.

  He pressed her hips into the bed, stopping her, and her gaze met his again.

  The passion in his eyes, the raw need, spoke to her.

  It made her feel alive, made her burn hotter still.

  She freed her legs from beside his hips and ran her feet over the pronounced muscles of his stomach to his pectorals. He lightly caught her ankle and kissed it, his eyes never leaving hers, and she quivered and moaned as he took hold of her other one, bringing it to rest on his shoulder.

  Serenity waited, her eyes on his, her body calling him.

  She sighed when he ran the head of his cock over her, teasing her pert bead with it, driving her to the edge again, and then closed her eyes and moaned as he slowly filled her. Inch after inch. She trembled at the feel of him stretching her, going deep into her body, until his balls brushed her backside. It was divine.

  Her legs slipped, catching on his arms and resting there with her knees at his elbows.

  He grasped her hips and she opened her eyes again, intent on seeing his as he took her, needing to know the pleasure he felt as he joined them was as intense and overwhelming as the bliss that was flooding her.

  Another sighing moan escaped her when he eased his length almost fully out and his groan joined it when he slid back in, deep and slow, until his pelvic bone brushed her pert bundle of nerves.

  He withdrew again, quicker this time, and thrust back in, gradually building the pace until it was hard to keep her focus on him and not close her eyes. She placed her hands over his and held them as he groaned and thrust harder, until his whole body tensed and his grip on her thighs began to hurt.

  She didn’t care.

  She wanted to feel his power, needed to feel him inside her. He pumped hard and deep as if he knew that need, slamming against her sensitive bead each time their hips met, sending her breasts wobbling. She tensed around his cock, groaning with him, low and deep, desperate in her search for release.

  It came in a blinding flash, sending a wave of scorching heat over her body and she moaned as her thighs tingled and quivered, shaking against him. He didn’t stop. He drove harder, longer strokes that built the fire inside her again, until she was clutching his hands, uttering quiet pleas for more.

  Apollyon groaned each time he entered her, filling the bedroom with the deliciously guttural and animalistic sound as he thrust faster and faster, until she was on the verge of crumbling into pieces again.

  Serenity arched her back, choking him in her warm depths, and drawing a deep hard thrust from him as a response. She did it again, teasing him, trying to draw him to the edge with her. He raised her bottom from the bed and tore a moan from her throat instead when he plunged deeper, taking all of her.

  He gave a groan that she could only think of as a low growl and slammed into her core, his cock throbbing and spilling his warm seed. She clenched her muscles around him, aching to climax too.

  His hand delved between them and she groaned when the feel of him pulsing and the sweep of his thumb over her nub sent stars spinning across her eyes and heat sweeping through her. Her body kicked and throbbed, trembling as fiercely as his as he held her in place, moaning quietly as her muscles squeezed his softening cock.

  When she could breathe again, she lazily ran her eyes over his body, slowly taking in every inch of him. A fine sheen of sweat covered him now, his bronzed skin shining with it and radiating power and beauty.

  It took her a moment to find the courage to look him in the eye. When she did, she found him smiling at her, his eyes a vivid shade of blue now as though his climax had affected them.

  He held her still, remaining inside her, with her legs hooked over his arms.

  His cock twitched and her eyes widened when he raked his gaze over her body and she felt him growing hard again.

  He gave her a wicked smile and pulled out of her, only to lean over her and suck her right nipple into his mouth.

  Serenity stared at the ceiling, lost in the hazy warmth of two orgasms and feeling as though she was shortly going to add a third.

  And maybe a fourth.

  And he said she was a devil.

  CHAPTER 9

  Apollyon smiled ear to ear as he stretched out in the bed, causing the dark pink covers to ride low on his hips. He couldn’t recall a time he had felt so relaxed. So content.

  So at home.

  Serenity slept beside him, curled up on her side with her hands around his right arm and her cheek pressed against his biceps. Her soft, slow breathing filled his ears, adding to the sensation of warmth and peace flowing through him.

  He stroked the rogue strands of blonde hair from her face so he could see it better and stilled as his fingers brushed her fair skin and her feelings flowed into him, strengthening his own as hers echoed them. He wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed last night.

  When she had started showing signs of tiredness, he had stopped and contented himself with watching her sleep instead, enjoying the smile that had remained on her lips long after she had started dreaming. She was beautiful when she slept, beautiful when she was awake, beautiful when she screamed his name during her climax.

  She had done that a few times.

  Any immortal within at least two miles and any mortal in her building would have heard her. His smile stretched a little wider as pride ran through him again, born of the fact he had managed to make her shriek at the top of her lungs.

  She had blushed violently afterwards and then burst into giggles that had given him pause, had made him go still so he could absorb her reaction. He loved the way she laughed. He loved that it had been because of him.

  After watching her from afar for so long, seeing her suffering, it felt good to be able to do something to alleviate her sorrow and chase the clouds from her heart.

  Sunlight cast a warm glow through the white muslin curtains, shafts of it cutting through the room to streak across him and Serenity.

  It was growing late.

  He stifled a yawn that crept up on him and blinked away sleep as it finally tried to claim him. He hadn’t slept much during the night. Serenity had fascinated him too much and he had lost himself in watching her.

  It had been dawn before he had realised it and he had dozed for a while, resting in her arms, but had woken from time to time to check Serenity was still beside him, tucked close to him as she slumbered.

  He had never slept with someone like that before—held close by them, feeling protected in their embrace and content.

  It was strange, but wonderful.

  Apollyon rolled onto his side, watching over his angel as she slept.

  He wanted to wake her, to have her look at him and see her smile, but she needed to rest. She had been through so much recently and he had seen how it had affected her. Her smile had disappeared but he had brought it back and it felt as though he had made the sun shine again.

  Apollyon pressed a light kiss to her forehead and gently removed her hands from his arm. She murmured a quiet protest, wrinkled her nose, and burrowed into her pillow instead. He rolled out of the bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders, and stood there a moment, looking down at her as sunlight cast a warm glow over her, making her fair hair shine.

  Beautiful.

  He could look at her forever.

  On a deep sigh, he forced himself to turn away. He waved his hand over himself, putting his black loincloth back in place, and padded quietly from the bedroom and through the living room to the kitchen.

  It was darker in the small kitchen and dining room, the sun not reaching them from the rest of the apartment. It hit a small area of the patio ahead of him though, and he found himself drawn to it.

  His shoulders itched and he rolled them, trying to ease the tension building there.

  His wings wanted out.

  He hadn’t confined the
m for this long in millennia. He hadn’t needed to. Sleeping on them had been painful though, so despite the fact it consumed a lot of energy and took a lot of effort to get them to disappear, he had forced them away.

  And he had kept them away because Serenity seemed to like him without wings. It certainly made whatever reservations she had about him disappear anyway.

  She thought angels were saints.

  He had definitely disproven that theory last night.

  He smiled, lifted the latch on the French doors, and walked out onto the balcony.

  The high sun shone down on his bare back when he reached the black railings around the balcony, warming his skin until his tension melted away. He sighed and unfurled his wings, spreading them out so they stretched the width of the patio and extended over the sloping roof on either side of it.

  He flapped them, aligning his black feathers, and curled his right wing towards him so he could preen it. It felt good to release them for a while and feel the sunshine on them.

  He would put them away again before Serenity woke. Now that he was making progress with her, he didn’t want to scare her off. He wasn’t sure whether the sight of his wings would do that but he didn’t want to risk it.

  Did his fellow warriors who had left their position to be with a female have this problem?

  He wished there was one nearby so he could speak to them about it.

  Apollyon stared out over the grey roofs of the Paris suburb as he pondered what he was going to do next, where this mission of vengeance was taking him. His gaze drifted over the leafy avenue below and his ears filled with the quiet sound of cars passing in the distance.

  His fellow warriors probably hadn’t fallen for a witch.

  A smile tugged at his lips again. A witch. She worried what people would make of him if they could see his black wings. What would they make of her if they knew that she possessed powers that were only real in most humans’ imaginations?

  “Mmm, there you are.” Her voice was hushed, lazy and full of happiness that he could feel in her as she stepped out onto the balcony behind him. “I thought I had lost you.”