Dark Angel Part 6 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 6

... A soft sound had her opening her eyes to see his wings stretch up, sliding against the wall to her left. She’d thought Garethiel was beautiful with his blond hair and white wings, but Ashriel’s dark beauty had no competition. “Sleep with me, Anniel,” he whispered. Her eyes widened. Did he mean sleep as in curl up together and sleep, or as in…have sex? He straightened and pulled her up. “Come with me.” Sliding his fingers through hers, he led her toward the ramp. His wings were pulled back as if in prayer and his bare feet padded on the metallic mesh ramp down into the dark storage area. Anniel did her best to keep her eyes anywhere other than on his low-slung, black, drawstring pants. His bronzed torso was sinfully exquisite, so it was damn near impossible. He was definitely brawnier than Zak. The position of his wings made the sweet double dimples over the swell of his ass all the more noticeable. She bit her lips, wishing she could bite one of his cheeks instead. Good thing he held her hand because she really just wanted to grab… He swung around and crowded her. “You’re so quiet. What are you thinking? Please tell me, Anniel,” he begged. Her jaw dropped. Oookaaay. With a shrug, she replied. “I want to grab your fabulous ass.” Ashriel gaped at her. Just as she felt heat begin to rise into her cheeks at her blunt—but truthful—answer, he threw his head back and began to laugh. It was deep, rich, and beautiful. Anniel hadn’t heard such a lovely sound since her baby had first ...

... giggled. Her eyes watered and she felt something within her heart melt a bit. Oh-no. He took her hand again and finished leading her down into the storage area. It was dark, but since she was part wolf, she was able to make out the rows of shelves and caged compartments. Behind the ramp was an area that was illuminated. Ashriel smiled down at her. It was a sight to behold, seeing him smile. She looked away, unable to bear it. She had a lump in her throat and the urge to turn and just throw her arms around him was making her realize she was getting angel-struck—big time. Not-again-not-again-not-again— she kept chanting in her head. “I fixed myself a place to rest back here. I hope you like it,” he was saying, his voice so velvety deep—it gave her chills. He led her to a softly lit corner between two tall racks of equipment. The bedding was bowl-shaped, and had to measure over fifteen feet wide. “That’s huge,” she said looking at him wide eyed. “A Seraph needs huge, Anniel,” he replied slowly spreading his wings. She gulped, staring at the midnight feathers. Each filament shimmered blue-black in the glow of the fire stones piled to one side of the bed. He extended one to her and she reached for it, unable to resist. The texture was silky soft, but the center vein of each feather was hard as steel. They were more than warm. They were hot to the touch. Ashriel shivered and closed his eyes. His breathing increased, and his flesh pimpled with goose bumps. Her eyes automatically ...