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White hair offset his tan skin in a pleasant contrast, and really made his gold eyes pop. Soraya studied the strong line of his jaw and the way he rested his chin on his fist as he watched TV. His lips were full, but they balanced his face well, just like those dark eyebrows did.
He looked like a work of art with his dragon wings draped over the couch, no shirt to be seen. Probably because she’d stabbed him a few times and ruined it, but still…
Was it necessary to tease her like this?
Such beautiful, tanned skin right in her face, begging to be kissed and licked. His dark nipples were hard, and she wanted to bite them so bad, but it was the way his muscles were just as defined when he was relaxed as they were when he was fighting that had her practically drooling.
That and the hard, thick thigh under her cheek.
Her gaze dropped to his dick then.
The thing staring right at her thanks to how fucking tight his jeans were. She wouldn’t have looked if it wasn’t right there, a special treat just for her. All she had to do was unwrap it and then put it in her mouth.
What would he taste like?
No.
Sweet hell, what was wrong with her?
Asmodeus didn’t look down at her, but he removed his hand from the back of her head. It was maddening that she felt a twinge of disappointment when the weight of it disappeared.
She didn’t bother trying to stab him again or running away though. She was too fucking tired after all that fighting and healing. It had taken almost all her energy and power to manage what she had. There was no way she could win right now.
Turning her head so she could see the TV, she shifted so she was leaning against the couch instead of him. Keeping physical contact would help replenish her energy, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to think she was enjoying this.
Even if she was.
This was, after all, what she’d been made for.
It was second nature to slip her fingers inside the top of his boot so her finger could make contact with the skin on his ankle, but nothing more. Even this little bit made her sleepy as relief suffused her entire body and the pain in her neck became a little more bearable.
Soraya blinked in surprise when she realized he was watching a cartoon with two superhero characters. One was a cute girl in a red unitard with black spots all over it and the other was an adorable boy in a black unitard with cat ears, a tail, and an actual collar.
Was this supposed to be a kid’s show?
She glanced up at Asmodeus, trying not to make her shock obvious when she saw he didn’t look bored or annoyed. The angel was watching the show with a serious expression on his face, like he was actually engrossed in the story.
Turning her attention back to the TV, she tried to make this piece of information fit in with everything else she knew about the Prince of Demons, but she was having a hard time, especially when she realized he was on the second season per the information at the bottom of the screen when the episode finished and switched over to the next one.
He’d watched that much of this show already? Exactly how long had she been unconscious?
“I don’t understand why he doesn’t recognize her when she’s Lady Bug,” Asmodeus muttered, like this was a serious problem. “She looks exactly the same as she does without the mask.”
Soraya looked up at him again, not quite ready to believe this was the same asshole who’d snapped her neck like a twig after shattering half the bones in her body.
“Even her voice is the same.” Asmodeus set his hand back on top of her head, stroking her hair like she really was nothing more than his pet.
This was definitely making her feel a way.
It was impossible not to clench her thighs together when her pussy decided they really liked how possessive he was being with her – how he didn’t seem to give a single shit whether she liked being treated this way or not.
How she felt about it hadn’t been a part of their deal.
“See, every time a bad guy comes, they’re both suspiciously missing from class.” Asmodeus shook his head and she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. He was being way too fucking adorable, and she didn’t trust it at all. “I refuse to believe both of them are really that stupid. Especially when they’ve done nothing to disguise their hair, voice, or face other than that mask.”
“Am I supposed to care?”
He looked down at her, eyes flashing, but he didn’t smile. “You’re not required to care but keep your thoughts to yourself if you’re going to detract from the experience.”
