thighs.
“Anael.”
“Anael,” she murmured again. “Beautiful dark angel.”
“Kiss me.”
Anael knew this was wrong. Knew he shouldn’t be here, but the beautiful temptation of Eve was more than he could resist. So, he would be condemned for eternity to the Abyss. At least he would have memories of Eve to give him solace.
He felt the tentative touch of her lips against his shoulder. She was searching through the air, trying to find him, when he decided that if he were going to risk all tonight, then he might as well make it all worthwhile.
His human form crystallised atop her, and she cried out, wrapped her thigh around his waist when she felt him materialise atop her. He rolled with her, lying on his back, her atop him, straddling him. Her heavy breasts dragged across his chest, and he felt the sharp stabs of her nipples kissing his skin.
It was dark. She would not be able to see the sins that marred his face. She would only be able to feel him. The strength in his arms and chest. The hardness of his cock which was pulsing with the very great desire to penetrate her. To fill her full the night through.
“Kiss me,” he whispered again. This time though, he reached for the back of her head, fisted his hand in her long, tangled hair and brought her mouth down to his. But she took over, and instead of pressing her lips to his, she flicked her tongue along his lips—the tattooed part. He growled, more turned on than he had ever been in his life. The side of his mouth that had been marked was ultra sensitive, and to have her warm, wet tongue flicking along it was an erotic sensation he had never felt before. He definitely wanted more of that.
Again she repeated the movement of her tongue, but this time she swirled her nipples against the width of his chest. Again her tongue crept out, but he tricked her and met her tongue with the tip of his. Slowly, erotically, their tongues touched in curling flicks reminding him of the way her tongue would lick its way up his cock.
And holy hell he wanted that, her mouth sucking his cock.
He looked into her passion glazed eyes, and wondered if she could see him as well. What did she see lying beneath her? A man? Or a scarred angel?
As he gazed up into her eyes, Anael felt himself being lured by her seduction, by the image of her mouth covering his shaft. Her hips were shifting, rocking against his cock, her pussy trying to find its way to him. Faster, she licked his tongue in an erotic dance as if she were simulating fellatio, and Christ, he felt those caresses of her tongue all the way down to his cock. He reached down, between their bodies and stroked himself, rubbing the head of his erection between her sex where she was hot and wet. The wet head of his dick found her clitoris and circled it, driving her mad if the sound of her moan was anything to go by.
Her eyes flared, deepening to black as he circled the erect nub with his cock. She watched him, hungry for passion.
Now ensnared in her trance, he wet his lips and cupped his hand around her head. Fisting his fingers in her hair, he brought her forward, crushing his mouth against hers. It was a carnal kiss and he devoured her with unrestrained passion.
“Is this what you want?” she asked bringing his hand to her breast. Bending forward, she licked his throat. Anael closed his eyes, savouring the sensation. Yes, this is what he wanted; her desiring him. Her loving him.
“Take me then, if this is what you want.”
Like a savage, Anael fitted his hands around her waist and lifted her up, bringing her breasts to his mouth. Hungrily he took from her, suckling her—starving for her.
His hand moved between their bodies, as she writhed atop him, her moans filling the room, as well as the scent of sex—hers and his. He reached for his cock, brought it to her opening. Instinctively she sat on him, sinking down fast and hard, taking him all the way in her tight cunt that squeezed him like a choking fist.
He groaned,
“Anael.”
“Anael,” she murmured again. “Beautiful dark angel.”
“Kiss me.”
Anael knew this was wrong. Knew he shouldn’t be here, but the beautiful temptation of Eve was more than he could resist. So, he would be condemned for eternity to the Abyss. At least he would have memories of Eve to give him solace.
He felt the tentative touch of her lips against his shoulder. She was searching through the air, trying to find him, when he decided that if he were going to risk all tonight, then he might as well make it all worthwhile.
His human form crystallised atop her, and she cried out, wrapped her thigh around his waist when she felt him materialise atop her. He rolled with her, lying on his back, her atop him, straddling him. Her heavy breasts dragged across his chest, and he felt the sharp stabs of her nipples kissing his skin.
It was dark. She would not be able to see the sins that marred his face. She would only be able to feel him. The strength in his arms and chest. The hardness of his cock which was pulsing with the very great desire to penetrate her. To fill her full the night through.
“Kiss me,” he whispered again. This time though, he reached for the back of her head, fisted his hand in her long, tangled hair and brought her mouth down to his. But she took over, and instead of pressing her lips to his, she flicked her tongue along his lips—the tattooed part. He growled, more turned on than he had ever been in his life. The side of his mouth that had been marked was ultra sensitive, and to have her warm, wet tongue flicking along it was an erotic sensation he had never felt before. He definitely wanted more of that.
Again she repeated the movement of her tongue, but this time she swirled her nipples against the width of his chest. Again her tongue crept out, but he tricked her and met her tongue with the tip of his. Slowly, erotically, their tongues touched in curling flicks reminding him of the way her tongue would lick its way up his cock.
And holy hell he wanted that, her mouth sucking his cock.
He looked into her passion glazed eyes, and wondered if she could see him as well. What did she see lying beneath her? A man? Or a scarred angel?
As he gazed up into her eyes, Anael felt himself being lured by her seduction, by the image of her mouth covering his shaft. Her hips were shifting, rocking against his cock, her pussy trying to find its way to him. Faster, she licked his tongue in an erotic dance as if she were simulating fellatio, and Christ, he felt those caresses of her tongue all the way down to his cock. He reached down, between their bodies and stroked himself, rubbing the head of his erection between her sex where she was hot and wet. The wet head of his dick found her clitoris and circled it, driving her mad if the sound of her moan was anything to go by.
Her eyes flared, deepening to black as he circled the erect nub with his cock. She watched him, hungry for passion.
Now ensnared in her trance, he wet his lips and cupped his hand around her head. Fisting his fingers in her hair, he brought her forward, crushing his mouth against hers. It was a carnal kiss and he devoured her with unrestrained passion.
“Is this what you want?” she asked bringing his hand to her breast. Bending forward, she licked his throat. Anael closed his eyes, savouring the sensation. Yes, this is what he wanted; her desiring him. Her loving him.
“Take me then, if this is what you want.”
Like a savage, Anael fitted his hands around her waist and lifted her up, bringing her breasts to his mouth. Hungrily he took from her, suckling her—starving for her.
His hand moved between their bodies, as she writhed atop him, her moans filling the room, as well as the scent of sex—hers and his. He reached for his cock, brought it to her opening. Instinctively she sat on him, sinking down fast and hard, taking him all the way in her tight cunt that squeezed him like a choking fist.
He groaned,
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