Haziel laughed, thrilled by the lightness and heaviness of what was happening between them. They were going to join bodies in the most basic way, and that was a weighty matter, but Wrath made it a joyful thing. “That’s because most males don’t have breasts.”
“No.” Wrath unfastened her bra and dropped it to the floor. He stepped back and stared at the flesh he’d revealed. “And therefore, I’m going to have to conduct a thorough exploration of yours.” He cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands, his thumb stroking the tight bud of her nipple. “And for the sake of accuracy, this exploration will need to take place in several phases.”
“Phases?”
“Uh-huh.” He bent his head, his hair shockingly dark against her skin. “First there is sight.” His breath skated hot and moist over her nipples. “And then comes touch.” His huge hands cupped almost the entirety of her breasts as he gently plumped them. “And then comes taste.”
Haziel’s breath caught as his hot mouth fastened over her nipple. “Ah, gods.”
“Not quite.” Wrath chuckled. “But as they’re not here, I’ll have to do my best.”
“You’re terrible.” But she didn’t even manage to convince herself, not with the steady draw of his mouth on her nipple.
“Comes with the hell prince thing,” he murmured, switching his attention from one breast to the other.
Closing her eyes, she sank deeper into the sensations beating a pounding rhythm through her and raked her nails over the tight planes of his waist. She spread her fingers wider, trying to capture as much of his flesh as she could reach.
He hissed when she dragged her nails over his nipples. Drawing his head back, he gazed down at her slumberously. “Angels aren’t supposed to scratch.”
“No.” He needed her mouth on his skin. “And they’re not supposed to bite either.” She nipped the hard slab of his pectoral then soothed the bite with her tongue. His skin tasted of musk and dark spices. It was the kind of taste a female wanted to lose herself in, wanted to have in every part of her.
“Right.” Sliding his hand down her thighs, he split her legs around his waist. “Time to teach a bad angel what happens when they fuck with a hell prince.”
“So you keep saying.” She shrieked as he tossed them both on the bed. His cock landed at the juncture of her thighs. His weight knocked the breath out of her. She undulated her hips against him. “I’m starting to get an inkling of what you mean.”
“An inkling?” He reared up on his arms above her and scowled at her. “I’ll have you know that I am offering you so much more than an inkling.”
“And you are still doing too much talking.” Haziel cupped him through his jeans. He was hard and huge in her hand.
“Fuck!” Wrath reared back as she stroked him. “Go easy, angel. It’s been a while.”
“You mean absolute control doesn’t come with the whole unlimited power thing?” Haziel squeezed the head of his cock before undoing the button at the top of his jeans and lowering his zipper.
His cock sprang free. Clearly Wrath didn’t feel the need to add human underwear to the rest of his human clothing.
He pulsed silky and hot in her hand.
“Haziel,” he growled as she pumped him.
“Wrath,” she growled back.
“Fucking angels.” He hissed. “So mouthy and not nearly as good as they should be.” Catching her wrist, his blazing gaze met hers. “You asked for this.”
“Repeatedly.” She laughed from the sheer exhilaration of this much powerful and potent male between her thighs.
On a growl, Wrath ripped her jeans clean off her. Her chaste white cotton panties were all that stood between Wrath and those hot eyes.
His lips quirked as he looked at her panties. “Now that’s more what I expected.” He gripped the sides of her panties, and they went the way of her jeans. “But they’re going to have to go.” He pressed her thighs apart. “Are you wet, angel?”
She felt no awkwardness as he looked at her intimate flesh. “Yes.”
“How wet?” His hands were warm and rough as he stroked the inside of her thighs toward her core.
Not close enough. “Find out.”
“I think I might.” Lowering himself to his knees beside the bed, Wrath yanked her closer to the edge. He pressed his nose against her and breathed deep.
His low rumble of pleasure made her flesh prickle.
He flattened his tongue against her slit and licked.
Haziel arched off the bed at the simultaneous onslaught of hot, silky, and wet against her core. She dug her hands into his hair and pressed him closer. She needed more.
Wrath growled against her, and even more pleasure shot through her. She wondered if she wouldn’t be able to hold out long enough.
But Wrath was in no hurry. He teased, he licked, he drew closer to her clitoris, then retreated after little more than a gentle touch.
“Wrath,” she panted, writhing her hips to increase the pressure and the contact. She tightened her fingers in his hair.
“Yes, angel?” His blue eyes blazed at her over the length of her body. “Did you want something?”
“You know what I want.”
He licked her clit on a lazy swipe. “Say the words.”
“Make me come.” Even if she could lie, she was way beyond that.
“My pleasure.” He made that animal rumble again and fastened his lips around her clit.
