appease a hungry demon, she knew he was right. She would pay a heavy price for acknowledging a truth she didnât want to face.
She glared up at him, hurt, confused and wanting with her last breath.
Sapphira refused to pay the price all by herself. âIf Iâm going to pay, youâre helping to foot the bill.â Surprising him with her sudden move, she had him in her arms and then under her as she took advantage of her demon, one kiss at a time.
Chapter Four
âYou want me, demon? You got me,â Sapphira swore as she kissed Duncan with new, unrestrained passion. Duncan was unprepared for her rage, and he nearly came as she unleashed her ferocity.
Kissing and nipping, she took his mouth like a conquering war demon, giving nothing but pure, carnal pleasure as she seemed to relish his easy capitulation. Devilâs tongue, but how could he deny an angel in the throes of Descent?
Heâd felt it in the Shepherdsâ condo. Had sensed something off with the beauty from the get-go, but never could he have guessed what passion she held deep within her. Their play in the alley was not even close to a fitting prelude for the desire now swamping him.
He growled as she bit him hard, her teeth impressing upon the thick tendon in his neck. But his growl quickly turned to a groan as her clever hands found his cock and pumped him hard. He needed to feel her slick heat, to touch and taste the honeyed pussy creaming for him as they kissed. But she refused to let him go, and hell take him, but he would give his angel whatever she wanted so long as she didnât stop loving him.
No, no, he panicked. Not love. Not for an angel. Yet Duncan had been telling the truth earlier. And youâll find youâll do anything to satiate it. Youâll forget your duties, your purpose, even let the enemy decide what to do with your sways. Heâd been talking about himself, about his fatherâs description of what life had been like with Bethany Sinclair, his mother. But Duncan wasnât ready for love, for the promise of angelic retribution, for an end to carousing. He didnât want a growing, ever-present need for someone special in his life.
Just because sex with Sapphira was hotter than hellâs core, that didnât mean he loved the woman. Though he would never have sought an angel to partner, he had to admit they fit perfectly. So when her spirit beckoned him to take an honest look , something heâd been avoiding, hoping to deny their intense connection, he finally relented. I mean, how much closer can we get? She squeezed him again and sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he couldnât help looking with that basic part of him, eyeing her very soul.
Oh Lucifer, her colors were beautiful.
Dark blue flickered with a black purity that slowly eased over Sapphiraâs essence. She could never have been tainted with such a brief demonic influence by Duncan. No, her identity had been imprinted at birth. Imprinted and deliberately suppressed to satisfy some angelic asshole in the upper realm.
He used his anger to fuel their kiss, and his rage made her moan. She reveled in his passion as she spread her thighs wider and took his shaft along her cleft. The witch wouldnât allow him penetration, but rubbed him against her clit, making him crazed with lust.
âYou feel so perfect, Duncan.â She looked down at him, and his heart cramped.
Shit . She was turning his mind to mush. Her flushed skin tantalized. Her amber eyes slanted with desire, her irises dilated and drugged with need. And her pussy creamed, coating him with sex and lust and affection, so hot he could burn and never ask for surcease so long as she kept touching him.
âSo do you,â he said hoarsely, and yanked her mouth back down to his. Not wanting to wait anymore, he took charge of the kiss and her hips. Forcing her to sit up, he raised her over him. âPut me inside you.â
She bit her
She glared up at him, hurt, confused and wanting with her last breath.
Sapphira refused to pay the price all by herself. âIf Iâm going to pay, youâre helping to foot the bill.â Surprising him with her sudden move, she had him in her arms and then under her as she took advantage of her demon, one kiss at a time.
Chapter Four
âYou want me, demon? You got me,â Sapphira swore as she kissed Duncan with new, unrestrained passion. Duncan was unprepared for her rage, and he nearly came as she unleashed her ferocity.
Kissing and nipping, she took his mouth like a conquering war demon, giving nothing but pure, carnal pleasure as she seemed to relish his easy capitulation. Devilâs tongue, but how could he deny an angel in the throes of Descent?
Heâd felt it in the Shepherdsâ condo. Had sensed something off with the beauty from the get-go, but never could he have guessed what passion she held deep within her. Their play in the alley was not even close to a fitting prelude for the desire now swamping him.
He growled as she bit him hard, her teeth impressing upon the thick tendon in his neck. But his growl quickly turned to a groan as her clever hands found his cock and pumped him hard. He needed to feel her slick heat, to touch and taste the honeyed pussy creaming for him as they kissed. But she refused to let him go, and hell take him, but he would give his angel whatever she wanted so long as she didnât stop loving him.
No, no, he panicked. Not love. Not for an angel. Yet Duncan had been telling the truth earlier. And youâll find youâll do anything to satiate it. Youâll forget your duties, your purpose, even let the enemy decide what to do with your sways. Heâd been talking about himself, about his fatherâs description of what life had been like with Bethany Sinclair, his mother. But Duncan wasnât ready for love, for the promise of angelic retribution, for an end to carousing. He didnât want a growing, ever-present need for someone special in his life.
Just because sex with Sapphira was hotter than hellâs core, that didnât mean he loved the woman. Though he would never have sought an angel to partner, he had to admit they fit perfectly. So when her spirit beckoned him to take an honest look , something heâd been avoiding, hoping to deny their intense connection, he finally relented. I mean, how much closer can we get? She squeezed him again and sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he couldnât help looking with that basic part of him, eyeing her very soul.
Oh Lucifer, her colors were beautiful.
Dark blue flickered with a black purity that slowly eased over Sapphiraâs essence. She could never have been tainted with such a brief demonic influence by Duncan. No, her identity had been imprinted at birth. Imprinted and deliberately suppressed to satisfy some angelic asshole in the upper realm.
He used his anger to fuel their kiss, and his rage made her moan. She reveled in his passion as she spread her thighs wider and took his shaft along her cleft. The witch wouldnât allow him penetration, but rubbed him against her clit, making him crazed with lust.
âYou feel so perfect, Duncan.â She looked down at him, and his heart cramped.
Shit . She was turning his mind to mush. Her flushed skin tantalized. Her amber eyes slanted with desire, her irises dilated and drugged with need. And her pussy creamed, coating him with sex and lust and affection, so hot he could burn and never ask for surcease so long as she kept touching him.
âSo do you,â he said hoarsely, and yanked her mouth back down to his. Not wanting to wait anymore, he took charge of the kiss and her hips. Forcing her to sit up, he raised her over him. âPut me inside you.â
She bit her
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