Dark Angel Part 6 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 6

... dropped down to his crotch, but it was too dark to see if he was becoming aroused. He moved, circling around her and dropped down into the bowl-shaped bedding on the floor. His wings spread beneath him and he lifted his arms. “Join me.” Anniel stared. His wings took up every inch of the bed. He smiled and patted the underside of one of his wings. “Lie here.” “Th-that won’t hurt? I mean—“ “It won’t hurt me, Anniel. Come.” Her eyes swept over the sight before her. His knee was up, probably covering an erection, but the flimsy pants were low enough to show the sexy V of his groin. Ashriel’s muscled gut framed a delicate navel, and his bulging pectorals were the perfect pillows for his beaded light brown nipples. His arms bulged from him supporting his upper body on his elbows and his hair was a sable fall of silk over one shoulder. Ashriel was a reaper, a death angel. She knew this, but his eyes…his glowing grey eyes were very much like wolf eyes, pale with silver and black flecks, highlighted even more by the black ring circling the whole iris. As if all that masculine beauty weren’t enough, it was all framed by a pair of jet-black wings—fifteen feet from tip to tip. A dark angel of temptation. “Anniel,” he whispered, making her realize she was just standing there, staring like an angel-struck idiot. Toeing off her slippers, she stepped over the lip of the round mattress. Her second step had him rising a bit to take her hand. He pulled her down. “Are you sure?” she asked, ...

... panicked, even as her knees sank into luxurious black feathers. His only answer was to pull her next to him until her body rested flush to his, with his arms tight around her. Anniel stared up wide-eyed into his face. Beneath her body, she felt the heat and pulse of his blood. His whole wing pulsed like a heart. “Oh-god,” she whispered. She was lying in the arms of an angel. Ashriel’s hair slid forward, almost covering half his face as he leaned closer to trace one finger gently over her cheek. She shivered when he ran the tip around her lips and then down her throat. “I have loved you for over three siglons, Anniel,” he whispered. “I never dreamed I could have you in my arms this way.” She gaped at him. He loved her? His face blurred and she realized it was because her eyes were tearing. Anniel cupped his cheeks. His mouth was red and a little swollen from their harsh kiss earlier. Her tears fell faster. He loved her. Did he? She began to shake her head, not wanting to believe him, but he leaned down and captured her mouth. His tongue stroked hers and she arched against him, wanting to get closer. His scent filled her nostrils. She couldn’t decide what he smelled like exactly, but it reminded her of wind and rain—a tempest waiting to be unleashed. Anniel threw one leg over his hip and immediately felt his jutting erection press into her belly. The snarl erupted from her throat before she could stifle it. She felt herself clench deep inside and heat engulf her entire being. She ...