Page 19 of Prince of Ruin
His expression smoldered. For a moment, she thought he was going to grab her and kiss her again, but then he mastered himself.
“On your knees.”
Sera complied.
Azazel leaned down, a gentle kiss spilling from his brutal lips. It stirred against Sera’s lips. A kiss of heat and sin. A promise of sweetness and seduction.
A lie.
One hand fisted in her hair, and then he was jerking her up until their mouths clashed.
He didn’t just kiss.
He devoured. She could taste the spice of his cigarette, the smooth glide of his whiskey, the tang of her own body. The scent of burned cinnamon was in her nose.Him. Hell. All the wickedness her thoughts could conjure.
And she was so fucking angry with him.
You lied to me.
You promised me forever, and then you went behind my back and started plotting with Lucifer. You couldn’t wait. You couldn’t love me from afar. You couldn’t be content with what we had.
You Fell.
You left me.
You broke me.
She poured everything she had into this kiss. All her anger. All her hate. All the broken shards of her love.
And it was infuriating to feel her new body react to him in a way it never had. They’d been denied this pleasure in Heaven, trapped in cold, emotionless angel-flesh. But she felt it now, pouring through her like her skin ignited beneath his firm hands.
A new truth dawned in her heart: She hadn’t accepted this mission because she wanted to bring him down.
She’d accepted it because she wanted this.
She wanted just one night to fuel her dreams for the next five hundred years.
She wanted to know, just once, what their love could have conjured.
Azazel broke the kiss, breathing hard. His hands were clasped on either side of her face, his claws threatening to dig into her cheeks.
But it was the look in his eyes that made her breath catch.
Becausethere, for just a single, desperate second, was the angel she’d loved.
And then his gaze shuttered, dark lashes hiding that moment of vulnerability, before he stroked her cheeks with both thumbs.
“You play a good role,” he whispered. “You almost taste like innocent desire.”
He tore his coat off and cast it aside. The shirt and tie went next, revealing a heavy slab of a chest, painted with writhing tattoos. Smoke demons. Golden angelmarks were obliterated by their hungry mouths.
Hands dropped to his zip, but Sera brushed them away.
“Let me,” she whispered.
He was wearing nothing beneath his slacks. They dropped away from solid thighs, carved with muscle, but it was the heavy jut of his cock that entranced her.
All of a sudden her heart was beating fast again.
