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Dark Angel Part 6

... cycle. The lounge to her left was in complete darkness and she made a mad dash for it. Last thing she wanted or needed was to run into Ashriel. That would be awkward…and a little humiliating. The minute she stepped into the dark lounge, she made out the dark shape on the couch before the familiar scent hit her. Still, Anniel yelped in surprise when Ashriel rose from the sofa like the dark angel he was. His eyes locked on her and his black wings lifted, making her take a step back. Before she could take another one, he grabbed her. She lifted her hands to hold him at arm’s length, but forgot her intentions when her fingers made contact with the hot silky skin of his chest. “Oh-god,” she moaned, squeezing the delicious bulge of muscles under her hands. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her against him. With her heart pounding almost out of her ribs, Anniel tipped her head back and licked her lips. Her entire being lit with desire as she parted her lips in anticipation of his kiss, but Ashriel turned his head to rest his chin on her shoulder. He sighed in contentment as his arms squeezed her tight. A hug? The memory of Amadashiel devouring his cock taunted her, and frustrated confusion turned into indignation. She pressed her lips into a grim line and patted his bulky shoulders. “Alright, Romeo. You can let me go now.” He lifted his head to look down at her. “I was asleep,” he growled. She frowned and pushed against his chest. “Well I’m sorry I disturbed you. Let me ...

... go and I’ll leave you to your sleep.” “That’s not what I meant,” he replied tightly. “I was sleeping when she…I didn’t know—I was confused, Anniel.” “You owe me no excuses, Ashriel. Whoever you let suck your dick is no concern of mine,” she hissed, struggling in his arms. His body went rigid, and for a second, she thought she saw rage. She let out a squeak of surprise when he lifted her and tossed her on the couch. Anniel found herself caged beneath him and let out a snarl of warning. Ashriel growled back surprising her. “Don’t tell me you don’t care. It’s not true. You lie, Anniel.” She opened her mouth to tell him off, but he shut her up by crushing his mouth to hers. Her hands fisted his dark hair. The kiss was brutal, angry, hungry. Inside, her wolf howled in lust, making her growl into his mouth. She tasted blood, felt him wince and let him go. He didn’t go far. His hot breath fanned her lips. “Anniel,” he whispered. She swallowed, staring up in the dark at his face. His silky hair slid against her cheek when he dipped his head for another kiss. This time his lips teased hers, soft as butterfly’s wings. A sweet ache twisted her heart and her belly quivered. She could feel herself go heavy and liquid between her legs. Reaching up again, she gripped his bunched shoulders, squeezed, and then slid her fingers back until they stroked the arches of his wings. His feathers lifted beneath her hands. She arched her torso until the tips of her achy breasts rubbed against his chest. ...