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Dark Angel Part 5

... he frowned. “Is there something wrong?” She swallowed and approached him. His eyes widened a bit when she reached up and grasped a handful of his tresses. It was still long, just about an inch past his bulky shoulders. The overhead lights brought out the subtle gold and auburn highlights in his hair. The pupils of his eyes widened as he licked his lips and dropped his gaze to her mouth. Anniel let her fingers slide to his neck. The temptation to press against him and kiss him was more than she could stand. He helped by putting his hand to her waist and drawing her forward. “Annie,” he whispered when her breasts touched his chest. She rested her hand on his thigh and turned her head to lean closer. He reached up and pulled her cap off. It fell somewhere behind her. The warmth of his breath teased her lips. Her heart beat so hard, she was sure he could hear it, but she didn’t care. Her body was aflame for him, her breasts felt achy and she rubbed her thighs together to relieve the throbbing that suddenly arose there. The silk of his hair engulfed her hand when she stroked the back of his skull. Ashriel turned his head also, aligning their hungry mouths for a kiss. Her lips barely brushed the petal softness of his, as his hand pressed her tighter. Moisture flooded her mouth in anticipation of the sweet taste of Ashriel’s mouth. The memory of it made her sigh, open her lips to his. “Ashriel,” Amadashiel called out, her boots clacking upon the hangar floor. Both, Anniel and ...

... Ashriel startled apart, though Ashriel kept his hold on Anniel’s waist. Still, Anniel stepped away from him, pushing his hand away. Her whole body was shaking and she had to fight the urge to turn and snarl at the girl. He stared deep into her eyes, his own smoldering with frustrated desire, before he glared at the approaching reaper. Amadashiel stepped up to him, opposite Anniel. The girl reaper grinned and ran her fingers through his locks. “Now this is the Ashriel I remember.” She frowned at his coat before smiling as her hand slipped inside to stroke his bare chest. Anniel’s feral snarl startled all of them, including herself. “Uh, sorry,” she blurted clearing her throat and feeling grateful her skin was too dark for them to see the hot flush heating her cheeks. “I just remembered I forgot something important in my quarters.” *** Ashriel watched her vanish, and clenched his jaw when the reaper returned to caressing him. He was hard with frustrated desire for Anniel and had to shake himself out of the stupor he’d been left in when she just disappeared. Amadashiel’s hand slid down to press against his erection, making him stand abruptly and dismount the aircycle. He frowned at her from the other side of the Blade. “I can take care of that for you, Ashriel,” she sighed, licking her pouty lips. “I’d love to just slide my mouth on it, and suck your seed right out of your balls.” Ashriel’s mouth dropped open at her lewd suggestion. She giggled, and then placed her hands on the seat ...