Page 44 of Sinless Demons
But he’ll never protect me from me.
I shove aside that thought fast and hard as I press my lips to his.
He doesn't respond immediately. Soft lips tense beneath mine. Until my tongue flicks against his mouth, and he opens to me without hesitation. Hands clamp hard over my hips as he brings me against him like he's fighting for control in this nirvana of lust between us.
He holds me close, and I let him, but my wings spread out wide behind me, and I pull him away. I bring him right where I want him without asking and without waiting.
My frame jars against his as his back hits the netting with a slight bounce. My legs part, and I'm straddled above him, just the way he likes.
Just the way I like.
"Gods, Aries," he murmurs against my lips between hot kisses and sharp bites of my teeth. "Just talk to me," he pleads.
But he never stops that delicious feel of his tongue sliding against mine.
"Later," I promise.
I'll talk later. I'll worry later. I'll hurt later.
For now, I just want to feel good.
With a groan, he seems to give in. And fuck, does he give in good.
His hips rock against mine, the friction of our clothes is as rewarding as it is frustrating.
"Take your pants off," I command on a breathless tone.
His hands shove between us like he's bound to the sound of my voice alone. He fumbles as I lift my hips for him, but he can't work the button, it seems.
Long steady fingers slide up and then down my stomach from beneath my shirt. A tremble follows his alluring touch, and I know immediately who it is.
"Let me help," Krave says with a soft addicting tone.
Damien groans a growling sound against my lips, and it makes my sex clench at the feel of it.
Krave's palm pushes against my center, cupping me from over my jeans hard and rough before doing what he offered to begin with.
When his magical fingers make contact with Damien's sensitive flesh, I know it immediately. Damien jerks beneath me, leaning up to devour the taste of my desire. His normally sweet kisses become demanding, dominating.
"Fuck," he growls, his hips rocking hard against something I can't see, but I want so, so badly to feel.
"I could watch the good in you fight the bad all fucking day, Fallen." Krave's wrist rolls against my lower stomach, and it causes Damien to bite my lip, his sharp teeth trailing even lower as he snips at my jaw line, kissing and hurting and soothing my flesh as he works his way down my throat. "Show Aries a little taste of that bad, Damien. Show her how good it feels."
My head tilts back for the consuming sensation of his mouth, hot and heavy against my skin. Just as my lashes flutter shut, he flips me.
The breath knocks from my lungs as I bounce against the netting.
"Take your shirt off," Damien commands on a voice I've never heard from him before.
His cock juts up toward his navel, and the length of it curves just slightly to the left. I study the powerful sight of him.
He looks like a fallen god instead of an angel. Big black wings loom behind his golden appearance. Messy hair falls in his dark chestnut eyes, no longer looking sweet as honey but darker. Deadlier.
My fingers spread over my stomach, just above my hips, and I hold his gaze as I slide my palms over my ribs, across the curve of my breasts, ever so slowly over my nipples, and then finally over my head.
"Fuck," someone else says from behind the two men looking down on me.
My attention flicks to the two shadows. I can't see Zaviar and Ryke, but I feel them watching.
