his face to my exposed throat. A low growl rose from him, and I was sure that Samael was no longer himself. Something primal was overtaking him, and his grip on me was ferocious.
I let out a slow, shuddering breath. Was he beguiling me?
When I looked over his shoulder, I saw fiery chains snaking around his powerful body like serpents. My stomach swooped.
Oh God. He’s a beautiful creature from Hell. He is the Angel of Death, and the entirety of his attention is focused on me right now, pinning me right where he wants me.
My heart slammed against my chest. Crushed between him and the wall, I breathed in slowly, deeply, trying to marshal calm. This felt good, but what if he snapped and just killed me?
As I took those deep breaths, I inhaled the sweet, exotic scent of lust bloom. It mingled with Samael’s masculine, iron aroma. I kept breathing, in and out, keeping my eyes closed. But my heart was still racing.
All I knew was that it was my patriotic duty to open his cloak, and to run my hand over his powerful chest. I felt him shudder as I did, heard the sharp intake of breath.
With his thumb on my hip, slid into my panties, his knee between my legs … I was dangerously turned on. Every point where Samael was touching me, waves of pleasure rocked through me.
He leaned down, his mouth close to my neck, warming me with his breath.
The next thing I knew, he was grazing his teeth over my neck. So gentle I gasped. The lightness of the touch was like an excruciating, sensual torture. Then, he pressed against the skin a little more firmly with his teeth, and warmth slid through my belly. I moaned softly.
Good. This was good. I needed to seduce him. Bang up job, Lila. I just did what I must for my country. For Albia. It was absolutely not my fault if I was enjoying it.
His thumb slid down a little more, and I was suddenly desperate for him to pull my knickers all the way off, to take me fast and hard up against the two-way mirror. I wanted him to thrust into me until I shuddered against him.
Bloody hell, that lust bloom was strong.
Sure, it didn’t hurt that Samael looked like a god. As his lips and tongue replaced his teeth on my neck, all the words left my mind, the blood flowing away from my brain.
I brushed my hands down his back, and felt the phantom chains snaking over it, skimming over my skin with heat. His knee was still between my legs, and a sharp ache built in me.
He pulled his lips from my throat.
I chanced a look at his face, and my heart stopped. His gaze was scorching. His cowl had fallen back, and I’d seen it just for a moment—those flames in his eyes, whorls of gold over his cheekbones. All it had taken was one little glimpse, and my mind had started swimming with fear. Still divinely beautiful, but it was a face not meant for mortal eyes.
I closed my eyes again, breathing slowly. In, out, in, out, a slow and deep drawing of breath.
With another low growl, he gripped my hair and tugged my head back a little more, exposing my throat further. He wanted me completely vulnerable, in his power. And God help me, I liked it.
His lips brushed my skin, and a wave of heat surged. He nipped, and another little moan rose in my throat. His thumb on my hip was moving now—still a firm, iron grip, but sliding up and down, up and down inside my panties.
I’d planned to seduce him. Instead, I was completely at his mercy. My breath started coming faster, and I could smell that lust bloom in the air. It was becoming hard to think straight. With every movement, my silk camisole skimmed over my breasts, tightening my nipples to sensitive points.
With his thumb in my knickers, he started to inch them down, ever so slowly, just one hip. Excruciating, so slow. My bare skin ached to be touched.
With his mouth on my throat, his teeth closed on my skin again—light, but threatening. It seemed like he was deciding if he wanted to kiss me or tear out my neck. When I touched his steely chest, I felt his fingers flex on my hip.
Then, his tongue swirled over my neck. His mouth moved over my skin, kissing, exploring, tasting. His hand was