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It had been so long since she’d been touched with desire, touched by desire, and she shoved his shirt off his shoulders. She wanted skin to skin contact, and she grabbed the back of his T-shirt and tugged.
Their mouths pulled apart long enough to get the T-shirt over his head, and then he was back, kissing her as if he wanted to leave no part of her mouth unexplored.
The press of her breasts against his chest sent heat flaming straight to her core. He was hard where she was soft, and there was something delightfully elemental about that sensation. Her shirt was in the way, so she unbuttoned it and dropped it.
And then there was only her bra between their skin, and she pressed herself closer to him. She spread her hands over the hot, taut expanse of his back. Power tingled from the place his wings would appear, and she paused a moment to enjoy a power that was so similar to hers and so very different.
Wrath groaned as she stroked his wing roots. He slid the straps of her bra off her arms, his blue eyes blazing. “Why would you wear this thing?”
“Human women do.”
“Human women hate them.” He nipped her shoulder. “And I can confirm that males of all species see them as a useless impediment.”
Haziel laughed, thrilled by the lightness and heaviness of what was happening between them. They were going to join bodies in the most basic way, and that was a weighty matter, but Wrath made it a joyful thing. “That’s because most males don’t have breasts.”
“No.” Wrath unfastened her bra and dropped it to the floor. He stepped back and stared at the flesh he’d revealed. “And therefore, I’m going to have to conduct a thorough exploration of yours.” He cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands, his thumb stroking the tight bud of her nipple. “And for the sake of accuracy, this exploration will need to take place in several phases.”
“Phases?”
“Uh-huh.” He bent his head, his hair shockingly dark against her skin. “First there is sight.” His breath skated hot and moist over her nipples. “And then comes touch.” His huge hands cupped almost the entirety of her breasts as he gently plumped them. “And then comes taste.”
Haziel’s breath caught as his hot mouth fastened over her nipple. “Ah, gods.”
“Not quite.” Wrath chuckled. “But as they’re not here, I’ll have to do my best.”
“You’re terrible.” But she didn’t even manage to convince herself, not with the steady draw of his mouth on her nipple.
“Comes with the hell prince thing,” he murmured, switching his attention from one breast to the other.
Closing her eyes, she sank deeper into the sensations beating a pounding rhythm through her and raked her nails over the tight planes of his waist. She spread her fingers wider, trying to capture as much of his flesh as she could reach.
He hissed when she dragged her nails over his nipples. Drawing his head back, he gazed down at her slumberously. “Angels aren’t supposed to scratch.”
“No.” He needed her mouth on his skin. “And they’re not supposed to bite either.” She nipped the hard slab of his pectoral then soothed the bite with her tongue. His skin tasted of musk and dark spices. It was the kind of taste a female wanted to lose herself in, wanted to have in every part of her.
“Right.” Sliding his hand down her thighs, he split her legs around his waist. “Time to teach a bad angel what happens when they fuck with a hell prince.”
“So you keep saying.” She shrieked as he tossed them both on the bed. His cock landed at the juncture of her thighs. His weight knocked the breath out of her. She undulated her hips against him. “I’m starting to get an inkling of what you mean.”
“An inkling?” He reared up on his arms above her and scowled at her. “I’ll have you know that I am offering you so much more than an inkling.”
“And you are still doing too much talking.” Haziel cupped him through his jeans. He was hard and huge in her hand.
“Fuck!” Wrath reared back as she stroked him. “Go easy, angel. It’s been a while.”
“You mean absolute control doesn’t come with the whole unlimited power thing?” Haziel squeezed the head of his cock before undoing the button at the top of his jeans and lowering his zipper.
His cock sprang free. Clearly Wrath didn’t feel the need to add human underwear to the rest of his human clothing.
He pulsed silky and hot in her hand.
“Haziel,” he growled as she pumped him.
“Wrath,” she growled back.
“Fucking angels.” He hissed. “So mouthy and not nearly as good as they should be.” Catching her wrist, his blazing gaze met hers. “You asked for this.”
“Repeatedly.” She laughed from the sheer exhilaration of this much powerful and potent male between her thighs.
