erotic thoughts, but only one of them was clear to me: never before, in the history of mankind, had a battle been so deeply pleasurable.
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Samael
It was as if a thousand years of buried desire were coming to the fore right now, searing every inch of my body.
A strange sort of frenzy was overtaking me. I’d never understood the pleasures of the flesh before, how they could drive an angel to fall.
But holy hell, kissing her breasts was an intense pleasure, and I was beginning to understand. And the way she said my name …
Control. Control. Stay in control.
As a being of divine wrath, I punished those who defied me. But when I thought of punishing her, it was altogether different. I wanted to lift her dress, bend her over. I wanted to torture her with light erotic touches over the sliver of red lace between her legs, until she could no longer remember her name, until she was begging for satiation.
She was my enemy, and I wanted her moaning beneath me, helpless. Slick with desire, trembling. At my mercy.
My mind burned with a thousand lust-filled images, writhing in my thoughts, all the ways I could use her perfect little body. Ideas that had been forged in the flames of Hell, sin simmering in my skull.
Master control of yourself, Samael. Master yourself before you lose control completely.
I couldn’t trust this woman, and I knew she’d betray me. And yet my mind burned with the most animalistic, carnal thoughts—I wanted to dominate her, to master her completely and make her mine.
I wanted her always the way I had found her tonight—aroused in my room, her chest flushed, thinking of me.
“I did warn you,” I whispered against her breast. “My control is slipping.”
She ran her hands down my back. “I like you this way.”
Traitor.
What in the seven heavens was I thinking? What was I doing? I was the Angel of Death.
And yet when I found her here, in this tissue thin dress, her nipples straining against the material—I’d lost my mind. Her hand had been between her thighs. And she claimed she was thinking of me.
I wanted her completely bare. But then she’d started teasing me, torturing me.
Something compelled me to brush my fingers over the lace at the apex of her thighs, and to keep my touch painfully light. Somehow, I knew this would torture her in return. And it did seem to be driving her into a desperate sexual frenzy, the lightness of my touch. She reached down, trying to force my hand to touch her harder, looking for more friction, more pressure.
“No,” I said. I reached for her hands, pinning them up over her head.
I reached down again between her thighs—a feather-light stroke—and she let out a desperate sound, trying to move her hips against me.
Perhaps that was her punishment. I’d drive her mad with lust.
A low moan rose from her throat. I wanted her as my sexual prisoner—
No. I tried to put a leash on my thoughts. My control was dangerously close to snapping completely. I needed to have her.
I traced light circles over the hot lace between her legs, and her hips bucked beneath me. I have you right where I want you.
I released her hands, and lowered my face to her breast. My mouth covered her nipple, then my tongue slid over the peak. I heard her heart racing faster, and her hips moved hungrily, trying to be satiated.
She moaned my name again, and heat coiled tight in my body. I wanted to fuck her more than anything. But first, she had to suffer as I had just moments ago. Light, slow circles made her groan …
With her, the dark side of me emerged in a completely new way. The rush from this mortal woman was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, something forbidden that I could not resist.
And yet it was hard to think clearly, because only a thin bit of silk lay between me and her naked body now, and I wanted to taste all of her. I wanted to make her mind blank.
She was a fall from grace, a deeply forbidden thrill.
She could make me weak—
I found myself pulling off that last bit of red lace, exposing her completely. I spread her thighs, looking down at her. I wanted her like this always—naked before me, aroused.
Moving lower down, I trailed kisses down her stomach. I had to put a stop to this. End this now. Force her to dress again, lock her in the