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To the left of the bed were two doors—one into the closet, and the other into a bathroom. The light didn’t shine in there too much, but it looked like there was a lot of dark tile. If not black, then a deep gray.
There wasn’t anything around that spoke of Bael’s personality or interests. In fact, the whole area could have easily just been exactly like it was before Bael came to live in it.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he would develop interests and hobbies once he’d been out of Hell for a while.
I wasn’t sure what I could picture Bael doing. Maybe something intellectual. Like reading. Not sports. I didn’t see him getting into any team-playing activities. Maybe some sort of craft. Wood burning or iron working, I decided after some thought. Though, admittedly, those ideas might have just been because they are fire-based and he was from Hell.
Still, I mean, I spent far too much time imagining him in a shed with a torch and one of those welder masks on… and not much else.
I thought about it until my own desire became an acute, painful thing, prompting me to grumble as I got out of bed, walking over toward the couch where I saw a book discarded on a shelf under the side table.
It was a thick tome all about modern history, things Bael likely needed to brush up on to pass as a human while he was here.
I wasn’t exactly interested in it, but it was a way to keep my mind from thinking about Bael’s naked body for a while.
And, eventually, it lulled me right to sleep.
Until I felt its hefty weight being lifted off my chest, making my eyes open to find Bael standing over me, placing the book on the nightstand.
“It’s late. Go back to sleep,” he said, and in the glow of the bedside lamp, his eyes were doing that strange, glowing thing again.
I didn’t stop to think, to contemplate if it was wrong, if I was using him, if this would end up hurting him in the end.
All I did was pull my arm out of the blanket, reaching for his arm.
“Charlotte…” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t,” he demanded. “I’m not a good man. I won’t pull away just because it’s in your best interest.”
“I’m not asking you to pull away,” I told him, folding up until I could slide my knees under my body at the edge of the bed. “I’m asking for the exact opposite, actually,” I told him, sliding my hand from his wrist up his arm, over his chest, then up to the side of his neck, applying pressure as my gaze held his.
“Fuck it,” he growled, before his hands were grabbing the sides of my face, holding it in place as his lips crashed down on mine.
My own hands roamed, moving back down over his chest, up his sides, then his back. My fingertips traced the two rectangular spots on his back where his skin felt raised. Where his wings were pressing against his flesh, waiting to come out, to wrap around me, to remind me again how good it felt to be in their protective embrace.
It wasn’t long, though, before my hands were moving back around and down as Bael’s tongue, suddenly forked, moved inside to toy with mine, making a shiver course through my system.
My palm brushed the front of his jeans, feeling his cock already hard and straining against the material, making my sex clench hard in response as I remembered the feel of him, the fullness I felt with him buried deep inside of me.
My fingers moved up, working his button and zipper free, allowing my hand to move inside and free his cock, stroking it until Bael’s lips ripped from mine.
His gaze was molten as it met mine.
His hand rose, pressing two fingers in my mouth.
When my lips closed around his fingers and sucked, a groan moved through him as his eyes shut for a second.
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?” he hissed as my tongue traced his fingers. “Get on your knees and open your mouth wide for me,” he demanded, taking a step back to give me the room I needed to get off the bed and lower down on the floor.
Tilting my head back to make eye contact, I let my mouth fall open for him as he stood there, stroking his cock for a second.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growled as one hand grabbed the back of my neck, using it to make me take his cock deep into my mouth, feeling the head butt up against my throat for a second before he eased the pressure, letting me take over.
I don’t know how long I worked him, finding myself completely lost in the moment, so turned on that I couldn’t think about anything else but the aching need between my thighs.
“Enough,” Bael hissed, reaching down to grab me, pulling me up, then tossing me onto my back on the bed.
I barely finished bouncing on the mattress before his hands were grabbing my pants and panties and yanking them off my body.
Then he was spreading my thighs wide, his hungry gaze focused between as his powerful chest rose and fell under the shirt I was frustrated I hadn’t had a chance to pull off yet.
