Page 47 of Angel's Smoke

He kissed her again, a quick searing claiming, one just forceful enough to break up the roadblocks behind her eyes and redirect her focus to where he was dragging his mouth next.

Dusty pink nipples stood erect and ready, twin peaks offered at the altar of her full breasts. He palmed her lush flesh carefully, mounding each globe with only as much force as Anna’s gasps dictated, and brought his mouth to the taut peeks that seemed to beg for his touch.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, hitching her hips higher each time he passed his tongue over a stiffened tip. “They’re so fucking sensitive all the goddamn time. You have no idea how distracting it is, but whatever you’re doing feelssooogood.”

Iron smiled against her rib cage and hid his humor beneath a kiss to her sternum. “So, nipple play brings the cursing out of you. Good to know.” It was equally distracting on his part because every filthy warning that fell from her lips found its corresponding anchor in a jolt of his pleasure.

“Iron,” she whimpered as she dragged her eager fingers toward the fly of his jeans, letting her legs fall open even wider.

It hit him, then. The scent of her arousal was a lightning bolt that forced his fire into overdrive. It was a cataclysmic power that stripped him bare of any higher reasoning and had him pulling away from her eager hands so he could get on his knees with an eagerness of his own. His mouth hovered at the juncture of her thighs before she could let out her next breath.

Then he devoured her with a conqueror’s single-mindedness. Even the silken flesh of her hips filling his hands wasn’t enough to distract him from the pleasure he sought to wring from her. Iron gave one slow, strong lick, then he did it again in time to the tremors of her thighs bracketing his ears. He chased her moans with blade-like focus, closing his lips around her clit and sucking so there was no quarter. Iron wanted all of her, to capture every passionate cry and shuddering pleasure that had been wasted on a world too limited to appreciate the limitless wonder he cradled in his care.

Iron’s angel fire grew hotter in his core as he slid a finger into her, pumping in time to his heartbeat. He risked a peek at her face, just one, just so he could see the spark of confirmation blazing in her eyes—eyes that still reflected the topaz fire of his power.

Anna’s passion blew apart when he added a second finger and her entire body trembled through an orgasm as she clamped down on him, tearing free a scream.

Iron’s full fire erupted within his core, blazing to life in a heat without flames. He saw it the moment Anna registered the sensation as well. Her eyes widened—eyes that had returned to their natural jade depths—and she reached for him. Powerless to deny her anything, Iron moved up but paused his ascent into her arms when his mouth lingered over her womb. There, he impressed upon it another devout kiss before joining her, enveloping her against him as his fire’s nature receded, leaving behind the tingling ripples of its footprint.

He brushed his lips against her slick forehead, relishing the feeling of the woman and wonder beneath him.

“Oh!” A surprised gasp bubbled out of Anna, and he quickly lifted off her, ready to fling himself across the room if need be, when her gentle laugh pulled him back down. It was her smile that did him in for good. Pure brightness and heat infused a mouth that had spent far too much time frowning, and he was done, captured as much as he was captivated.

She must have read the question in his face, because she grabbed one of his hands and brought it down low over her abdomen. A very slight tremor, almost imperceptible if not for his celestial senses,whooshedagainst his palm.

“It’s not really a full kick yet. More like how I imagine a goldfish flutter would feel, but it’s there.” Anna grinned and waggled her eyebrows like a cartoon supervillain. “Someone liked your moves. And speaking of moves . . .”

She was off her back and undoing his belt buckle all while his batty brain was still hung up on the previous thought.

The baby. I felt it.

Anna nearly had his cock free before he gently stilled her hands, remembering her doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning and how late it was already. Though he’d love nothing more than to continue, it wouldn’t be right. He wouldn’t be that guy, the one who took so selfishly at the expense of another. She was tired, though she’d done a hell of a job convincing him otherwise. It was in the speed at which her heart rate slowed and how insistent her heavy eyelids had become.

The fire in her wanted to continue, but her body was putting its foot down.

Iron quickly kissed the resentment away that had been brewing behind her eyes when she perhaps realized why he was pausing their activities. Right on cue, a yawn stretched her jaw wide.

“Let’s get some sleep. It’s after midnight already, and I want to make sure you have enough energy tomorrow morning to give me the rundown on just how many soon-to-be dads I have to leer at in the waiting room before they fuck off back into their phones.”

“Stop being so smart,” she said, still accepting the comforter he wrapped her up in. Then he shucked his pants and climbed into bed with her, grabbing her back to his front. She fit in his arms like a cherished memory.

“Don’t tell Chrome you said that.”

“Why?”

“Because I told him how I beat you in Scrabble, and he’s been dying for a reason to test my skills.”

“You didn’t beat me.” Even her insistence had begun tucking itself into bed.

“Yet. I didn’t beat youyet. It was inevitable. Just ran out of time.”

“Yeah, because youkissedme.”

Iron squeezed her midsection, loving the feel of her warm breasts cushioning his forearms. “See? I’m smart. Now go to sleep.”

Anna laughed, but there was no malice in it. “You’re really going to take me to my OB appointment tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“You want me there, then that’s where I’ll be.”

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