Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) (23 page)

He looked down at his sleeping beauty, focusing everything on her, shutting out the Devil.

She couldn’t be very comfortable in his arms, in his home, in his realm of demons.

Demons like the ones who had killed her parents.

The sliver of good in him said to take her back to her cousin, where she could be with what remained of her family and sleep in a soft warm bed. He crushed it. She wasn’t safe in the mortal world. Serenity and Apollyon weren’t strong enough to protect her there, where Hell’s angels could easily reach them.

Asmodeus drew her even closer, closed his eyes and pressed a long kiss to her brow, breathing in her subtle yet sweet fragrance.

With her like this, he didn’t feel that the good in him was a weakness. He felt that the emotions he harboured that were born of that side of him, the way he felt about this willowy, challenging and beautiful female, made him strong and gave him the strength to do whatever it took to protect her.

He would never let the Devil have her.

Because she was his.

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smodeus wasn’t sure how long a male resided in the doghouse before their female decided to let them out to play again.

Liora had been her normal teasing and amusing self around him for the past two mortal days in his castle. They had finished all of the food he had acquired for her on the first day and she had given him a list of other foods that she liked and had sent him on a mission. He had inquired whether she had wanted to come with him, a small part of him fearing she would want to and would then prefer to remain in the mortal realm where she truly belonged. Liora had kissed him and had told him that she had no intention of leaving his castle for the time being because she was enjoying being alone with him.

He had taken that as a good omen, one that said if he returned from his mission with the bounty she desired, they could perhaps spend a few hours being intimate.

He had returned with everything she wanted, and she had kissed him as a reward, but nothing more. When he had tried to take things further, she had poked him in the chest and told him he had to do better than that to get out of the doghouse with her.

Asmodeus had upped his game then, leaving her while she played with Romulus and Remus, and returning to the mortal world to hunt for a bed. She had caught him constructing it in one of the larger rooms that had a balcony overlooking the courtyard of his castle and her smile had been brilliant.

That night, when she had grown tired, she had asked him to come and sleep with her in the bed. He had held her close to him, her head resting on his chest and warm body pressing against his side. Neither of them had been nude but it had been wonderful. He hadn’t bothered trying to sleep. He had spent hours focused on Liora and thinking over everything, wrestling with himself.

Whenever she slept, he slipped and his darker emotions gained ground again, driving out the good. His fears easily took hold of him in those long hours, filling his head with doubts about what would happen if he fought the Devil again and what was in store for them. With each minute that passed, he grew more restless, his fears increasing their grasp, tightening icy claws around his heart. The threat of the Devil hung over his head, invisible but oppressing, marring his time with Liora.

She sat on the long black stone table, dressed in her crimson top and black jeans, thumbing through a magic book. She had explained that contact with them boosted her power even if she couldn’t understand the words on the pages. He had helped her translate a few spells written in dead languages, gaining more kisses as his reward.

Asmodeus shifted his wings behind him, so they cleared the arms of his throne and lay more comfortably, and crossed his black jeans-clad legs. The dark stone seat was cool against his bare back and arms. He petted Remus, stroking him between his ears, and studied Liora in silence.

She flicked a page, bit into another strawberry, and then wrinkled her nose. She reached over, picked up a dark plastic bottle, flipped open the cap and squeezed the equally dark rich syrupy contents onto another strawberry.

Liora paused and looked at him with wide eyes, her eyebrows high on her forehead.

“Want some?” She offered the strawberry coated with the dark sauce.

“What is it?” Asmodeus stood, furled his black wings against his back, and crossed the room to her. Remus stuck close to his heels.

Romulus was already beside Liora, resting his head on the table, his ears back and eyes constantly following the food she held. A pool of drool covered the table surface around his jaw. Both of the hellhounds had discovered a love of mortal food and had taken to sampling it all with him and Liora, but then Liora had told him that chocolate was poisonous to canines.

Asmodeus had immediately removed it from the list of food they were allowed, gaining him angry red glares from the twins.

“Chocolate sauce and strawberry. Very decadent.” She waggled it and some of the sauce ran down her finger.

“Very wicked?” he asked and a blush coloured her cheeks.

She nodded, her pupils dilating.

Asmodeus stopped before her and opened his mouth, accustomed to her habit of feeding him now. She seemed to enjoy it.

She placed the strawberry in his mouth and he sucked her fingers in with it, swirling his tongue around to capture every molecule of chocolate sauce.

Her hazel gaze darkened, locked on his lips. She pulled her fingers free, her eyes lingering, burning into him. Her breathing accelerated, driving his to do the same, anticipation making his pulse rise until his heart slammed hard against his chest.

Liora’s lips parted.

Asmodeus swooped on them.

She met him halfway, grabbing him around the back of his neck and dragging him down to her. She pulled him off balance and he crashed into her, knocking her backwards onto the table. Her legs were around his waist in an instant, her feet locking them together behind his backside, and she pulled him on top of her.

Asmodeus growled and kissed her harder, slanting his head and taking her with his tongue. She moaned and arched beneath him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He snarled and swept his hand across the table, shoving all of the books onto the floor and clearing some room.

Liora wriggled backwards and he mounted the table, kneeling between her thighs, his groin pressing against the heat of hers.

He moaned and kissed her again, tasting strawberry and chocolate. Decadent. Wicked.

Romulus and Remus whined and trotted out of the room.

Liora moved beneath him, undulating her hips in a maddening way that had him as hard as steel and straining to be inside her. Her delicious heat stroked him through his own jeans. He needed her closer. Needed to feel her skin-to-skin, feel her rocking her wet core against him.

He wanted all of her this time.

He focused and sent his jeans away, leaving him naked on top of her. A switch in his thoughts and she was naked too, her clothes strewn across the room.

She gasped. “Cheat. You do that so easily.”

There was a smile in her voice. If he could show her how to do it, he would, but it was a talent all angels possessed and even he wasn’t sure how he made it work.

Asmodeus peppered her throat with kisses and groaned as he rubbed himself against her. She worked her body against him, rocking in time, pushing him closer to the edge. He shut out the voice at the back of his mind, the one that had plagued him when he had been with Liora like this before. He would make it good for her. They were meant to be together. What he lacked in experience, he would make up for with effort. He would give her pleasure as he had at the pool and she would cry his name again as she came.

He wanted to feel her quiver around his cock as she had trembled around his fingers.

He wanted to claim her.

“Out of the doghouse?” he whispered against her neck between kisses.

“Out and waving you in.” She giggled and rubbed her bare breasts against his chest.

He presumed that was a sexual reference.

She wanted him inside her. Just the thought had him rock hard and ready to explode. He gritted his teeth and focused on other things. Breasts. Her breasts were bare. He hadn’t seen them yet.

Asmodeus pushed himself up on his palms and looked down at her, taking in her perfection. Firm creamy mounds topped with pale pink buds called to him. He dropped his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he had sucked on her fingers. Liora moaned, clutched his hair with one hand and threw the other above her head, grasping the edge of the table.

He growled. He wanted to take her while she lay like that, holding on to the table, bared for him and at his mercy.

“Asmodeus,” she moaned and he added the sound of her uttering his name in an ecstasy-drenched voice to the things he loved about her.

No one had ever said his name in the ways that she had. With affection. With concern. With pleasure. With passion.

He groaned when she released his hair and ran her hand down his neck to his wing.

She stroked the feathers, teasing him and putting him off what he was doing. He realised the moment he stopped swirling his tongue around her nipple. She pressed her feet into his backside and spurred him on. It was hard to concentrate while she was teasing his wings, sending waves of shivers through him. He suckled her nipple and rested on his elbow so he could toy with her other one at the same time. She liked that. It made her rub her core against him. Another groan escaped him and he countered her, thrusting the length of his cock against her moist heat. Too much. He rocked harder, curling his hips, needing more.

She moaned his name again and tugged on his wing, using her feet to keep him thrusting into her. Did she want him inside her too, filling her sweet body with his?

He grunted and kissed over her chest to her neck, licking and nipping at it as he flexed his hips, losing himself in how good it felt to do this with her.

This was the closest he had ever been to a female.

Liora wanted him closer.

She skimmed her hand down his side and then around it, dipping it between their bodies. He closed his eyes and exhaled hard as her fingers brushed the head of his length. His hips jerked forwards, his body eager for more.

She slackened the grip of her legs, allowing him to shift backwards to let her reach him. He groaned and swallowed, breathing hard against her throat as she closed her fingers around his length and slowly stroked him. Much more of that and he would climax before he was inside her.

“Let me taste you again,” she murmured, voice low with passion and desire that burned through him. He wanted to deny her, knew that if she placed her mouth on him he wouldn’t last, but he equally wanted to experience that again.

He moved back to kneel between her spread thighs and frowned, his nostrils flaring with it, when he looked down at her glistening curls. He swept his hands over her milky thighs and down between them, brushing the petals of her groin, teasing her. She giggled and then it turned into a moan when he slipped his fingers between her folds and found her sweet nub. He rubbed it in circles, swirling his fingers around it, and lowered his other hand to her sheath.

Liora tipped her head back and clutched the edge of the table with both hands as he eased his fingers into her. Her legs fell further open, spread by his knees, and she raised her hips towards him. He frowned and stroked her nub while stroking her inside too, feeling her hot sheath grip him as she flexed her muscles and groaned.

She looked wanton like that, bared for him and lost in her pleasure. Pleasure he had given her. He wanted to keep her like this for hours, balanced on the edge, teasing her close to falling and then slowing down again, until she begged for mercy. He could spend days watching her in this sensual haze, intoxicated by his touch.

Her grip on the stone table tightened and she shifted her hips, rocking herself on his fingers. “Asmodeus.”

Her face screwed up, breathing turning ragged and heart accelerating, pumping as wildly as his was against his chest. Her breasts heaved, the dusky buds tight with need, calling for his attention. He denied them, was too transfixed by the sight of her wound tight with pleasure and the feel of her under his hands. Her hot sheath gripped his fingers, drawing them deeper into her, and he pumped her harder, giving her what she desired.

More.

He swirled his fingers around her nub, teasing it and bringing her close to the edge, and then backed off again. She mewled and screwed her face up, tipping her head back and thrusting her breasts high in the air. Delicious.

“Please,” she whispered, husky and raw, desperate.

Asmodeus gave her what she needed, plunging two fingers deep into her and brushing his other fingers over her nub at the same time. She shattered before him, crying out as her body quivered and convulsed, pulling his fingers in deeper and saturating them in warmth.

He wanted to taste her.

He growled, withdrew his fingers and slipped from the edge of the table. He caught her hips, dragged her to the edge and kneeled between her legs. She gasped at the first flick of his tongue over her flesh and then moaned and raised her hips as he lapped at her, tasting her pleasure.

His cock throbbed, hungry for a taste of her too. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips as he pushed his tongue inside her. Liora moaned and shivered, trembled anew around him. He licked and then sucked, wanting more from her.

“Asmodeus,” Liora uttered and he lifted his gaze and looked up the length of her body. She lay propped up on her elbows, her smile wicked. “My turn.”

He wanted to deny her but the way his length went as rigid as steel and ached as it never had before shut down that denial before it could leave his lips.

“Stand.” She moved to kneel on the table and he rose before her, wondering what she had planned.

Liora leaned forwards onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him, giving him a glorious view down her back to the peachy globes of her bottom. He growled at the thought of being on the other side of the table, seeing her from that angle, her body on display for him, tempting him into taking her.