With a smile, my eyes fluttered opened and the spectacular content and freedom I felt fell away instantly. I held onto the breath I was about to release, and looked at the sleeping form next to me. Confused, my eyes traveled down and found the marvelous soft comforter I had thought was hugging me was actually his wing. What the hell? My eyes traveled back up to his eyes which were still closed. Thank the heavens. Should I try and get out from under him? Or should I plant a dagger into one of those closed eyes?
My heart was pounding inside my chest, my ears ringing from high blood pressure. Shit, he looked so damn peaceful. I couldn’t. I decided to stay put, but I still tried to put some distance between us. His skin against mine created a tsunami of goosebumps to spread all over me. Shit. I lay quiet and looked at his face, each beautiful piece of it. He looked like a sleeping fantasy. Long lashes met each other over his eyes, his nose proud and perfected. Not too big, and not too small. His strong jawline was relaxed and my fingers itches to feel it. His long blackish hair sprawled all over him. I rubbed my hand against my leg, trying to give it at least some satisfaction.
Some stubble ran from his ear downwards and disappeared into the pillow his head lay on. How peaceful he looked, how approachable. Hell, not the picture you get when he was awake. My eyes left his face and traveled slowly down his body. He was enormous against me, my frame almost smothered by his. Strong wide shoulders were relaxed, and that big chest, which I could only suspect was rock-hard, moved slowly, his sleep deep and even. Finally, I followed the path to where his wing blocked out the rest. The white feathers with gold rim beckoned me to touch them. Would they be soft or hard? Are the rumors true, that they leave a dust that glitters like the stars in the sky? Oh, a girl could only dream.
I would never dare touch him, not after the bath incident. The things that he awakened in me, were both agonizing and pleasing at the same time. Never had my body and mind war as much as at that moment. My body shuddered and ached with each word he uttered. My mind reeled, warning me to stay clear and be afraid. And then finally my mind caved as well. How was that possible? He moaned and my eyes flashed back to his, but he remained asleep. But the moan had done its damage and my betraying body ached and shuddered at the same time. I bit down and tried to regain control. I will not give in, never! Slowly the ache faded away, and I released the breath I was holding. It traveled over his face and I almost had a heart attack. Shit!
He moaned again and his face turned more towards mine, as if seeking the source of the breath. I pulled my head back, afraid that his lips would touch mine. A dangerously sexy smile broke out over his face, as my heart rate picked up and my blood pumped furiously through my veins. He did the unthinkable next; his arm reached out and his hand captured my entire lower back. Escape would have been futile, if I had wanted to escape. From his hand, a sensation shot straight from my back to my core, and I gasped. Holy shit!
And then, finally the detonation I needed, he pulled me against him, his nose diving into my neck, and I arched up into him. My body was clearly onboard, my mind nonexistent. My hands were now pressed against his - oh, it was rock-hard - chest. With his nose and chin he rubbed inside my neck up towards my face, the action utterly erotic, ripping a deep moan from me. I closed my eyes, captured by the sensations dancing all over my skin, muscles, hell, even my insides were aching and begging for … more.
Suddenly, he froze and my eyes snapped open. It wasn’t black eyes that looked at me, but blue. Where were his black eyes? His arm released me and he backed away, the action sending him off the bed and onto the floor with a ‘humph.’ I lay, still frozen, my body still aching and shuddering. He flew up and looked at me, the shock on his face clearly an indication that whatever happened should never have happened. The blue eyes were gone; the black eyes had returned, clearly pissed off. I could only watch him, still too shocked and amazed to move. He turned and cleared his throat. “We should get something to eat.” He stomped out of the bedroom towards the lounge.
Title: Archangel’s Desire
Author: Karen Swart
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Raven Black is no martyr, but she has a secret she deems worth protecting. Placed into the care of Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy, Raven Black tries with all her might and main to hide her deadly secret. It’s difficult to know who to trust or who to confide in, but Raven knows she’s unwilling to be exploited to get the Archangels’ greatest enemy. She seals her lips, refusing to speak and enduring the ensuing torture in silence.
After centuries of nothing but duty, Zadkiel is tormented by the hellhound Raven. The closer he gets to her, the more he discovers about this lethal beauty. With each passing moment an uncontrollable desire is awakened, and with it an ancient evil is provoked.
When he discovers her secret, Zadkiel must choose between all of mankind and the woman he has come to love. Can he save her in time, or will his failure bring forth the end of days?
He would awaken a desire that would burn through hell.
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