down beside her on the bed, one leg up on mattress so he was almost facing her and the wall. “Were you having trouble sleeping?”
Was she ever? Did he know how impossible it was to resist him? To sit here in a big bed alone while he laid just a few metres away, nude?
Their dance still had her fired up.
“A little.” She brought her knees up under the covers. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Revenge really isn’t my style.”
“Let it be my revenge then.”
Serenity looked at him and frowned. “Why?”
Apollyon sighed and brushed his fingers across her cheek and then through the long wild strands of her hair.
“Because I saw your pain and felt your suffering, even before we met, and I want him to feel that too. I want to repay him for hurting you so deeply.”
He really had been watching her. Her own guardian angel. He had seen her pain and then he had heard her call, and he had come to her, to ease her suffering and make her feel better.
Serenity didn’t know what to say. It touched her that he clearly cared about her, enough that he would take the burden of revenge on his shoulders, lifting the weight from hers. It would still feel as though this was her revenge, even though he had said it was his, but she was thankful to have his support and to hear him say that he was in this with her.
“Thank you.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
She hesitated there, her mouth close to his and her heart beating wildly, awaiting his reaction. She hadn’t thought about what she was doing. It had been instinct to kiss him.
He was still a moment, as though she had shocked him, and then he turned and kissed her.
It felt better than she had imagined it would. His lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling, and she lost herself in the hard demanding feel of it. His mouth was warm, inviting, and she didn’t pause to think. She kissed him back, sliding her hands over his shoulders as his claimed her waist, and she moaned as ripples of pleasure ran through her. His tongue delved into her mouth again, stealing her breath away, and he moved on the bed, kneeling and leaning into her. She relaxed back into the pillows and his chest pressed against hers, the feel of him divine and delicious.
He groaned, a low guttural sound that sent a tremble through her, and her eyes slipped shut. When he broke for air, sense got the better of her and she considered what she was doing.
She was kissing an angel.
“Wait.” She pressed her hands against his chest.
“No,” he breathed and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue across her lips and teasing her. “I do not want to stop.”
Serenity caved for a moment, melting under the feel of his hands gliding up her sides, lifting her satin slip with them, heading towards her breasts. Reality kicked in again when they neared her chest and she pushed harder against his.
“Stop.”
Apollyon pulled back, leaning over her, his warm breath washing her face.
“Is something wrong?” His blue eyes questioned hers.
“What are you doing?”
He frowned. “Exactly what I want to do for once.”
He dipped his head to kiss her again and she almost relented. Almost. She braced her hands against his chest and leaned back so he couldn’t reach her.
“You want this,” he whispered and stroked her sides, getting closer to her breasts. She shivered, tiny jolts of bliss skittering across her skin. He was right, she did want it, but she just couldn’t get past the fact that he was an angel.
“Won’t you get into trouble?” She searched his eyes. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
He smiled and her resistance melted a little. “I won’t. You drive me crazy. I need you, Serenity. Being close to you tonight, seeing you laughing, smiling, happy because of me... I want to make you feel that way again, and I know you want it too. Somewhere along the line tonight, it stopped being an act for me. It became real.”
He smoothed her hair across
Was she ever? Did he know how impossible it was to resist him? To sit here in a big bed alone while he laid just a few metres away, nude?
Their dance still had her fired up.
“A little.” She brought her knees up under the covers. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Revenge really isn’t my style.”
“Let it be my revenge then.”
Serenity looked at him and frowned. “Why?”
Apollyon sighed and brushed his fingers across her cheek and then through the long wild strands of her hair.
“Because I saw your pain and felt your suffering, even before we met, and I want him to feel that too. I want to repay him for hurting you so deeply.”
He really had been watching her. Her own guardian angel. He had seen her pain and then he had heard her call, and he had come to her, to ease her suffering and make her feel better.
Serenity didn’t know what to say. It touched her that he clearly cared about her, enough that he would take the burden of revenge on his shoulders, lifting the weight from hers. It would still feel as though this was her revenge, even though he had said it was his, but she was thankful to have his support and to hear him say that he was in this with her.
“Thank you.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
She hesitated there, her mouth close to his and her heart beating wildly, awaiting his reaction. She hadn’t thought about what she was doing. It had been instinct to kiss him.
He was still a moment, as though she had shocked him, and then he turned and kissed her.
It felt better than she had imagined it would. His lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling, and she lost herself in the hard demanding feel of it. His mouth was warm, inviting, and she didn’t pause to think. She kissed him back, sliding her hands over his shoulders as his claimed her waist, and she moaned as ripples of pleasure ran through her. His tongue delved into her mouth again, stealing her breath away, and he moved on the bed, kneeling and leaning into her. She relaxed back into the pillows and his chest pressed against hers, the feel of him divine and delicious.
He groaned, a low guttural sound that sent a tremble through her, and her eyes slipped shut. When he broke for air, sense got the better of her and she considered what she was doing.
She was kissing an angel.
“Wait.” She pressed her hands against his chest.
“No,” he breathed and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue across her lips and teasing her. “I do not want to stop.”
Serenity caved for a moment, melting under the feel of his hands gliding up her sides, lifting her satin slip with them, heading towards her breasts. Reality kicked in again when they neared her chest and she pushed harder against his.
“Stop.”
Apollyon pulled back, leaning over her, his warm breath washing her face.
“Is something wrong?” His blue eyes questioned hers.
“What are you doing?”
He frowned. “Exactly what I want to do for once.”
He dipped his head to kiss her again and she almost relented. Almost. She braced her hands against his chest and leaned back so he couldn’t reach her.
“You want this,” he whispered and stroked her sides, getting closer to her breasts. She shivered, tiny jolts of bliss skittering across her skin. He was right, she did want it, but she just couldn’t get past the fact that he was an angel.
“Won’t you get into trouble?” She searched his eyes. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
He smiled and her resistance melted a little. “I won’t. You drive me crazy. I need you, Serenity. Being close to you tonight, seeing you laughing, smiling, happy because of me... I want to make you feel that way again, and I know you want it too. Somewhere along the line tonight, it stopped being an act for me. It became real.”
He smoothed her hair across
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