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And I was no prude.
I grabbed the shape of his pulsating dick, another unnecessarily large part of his body, and stroked him over soft fabric. Full of drunk curiosity and not one iota of shame, I watched as Fable’s powerful muscles rippled and danced in reaction to the pleasure I gave him. Then amber eyes flicked up to meet mine, the glow blinding.
So their eyes glow like mini suns, too. Interesting.
The air grew static, tickling my flesh. It was the same electric sensation from earlier when the angel crossed the street, and it called out to something inside my body. Teased the nerves. Stroked my body to life. I sucked in a greedy breath before wings spread out behind the angel above me. They visibly shuddered and moved to avoid hitting anything nearby, and I stared at them with wide eyes.
So they’re really like bird wings. Feathers for days.
I eyed the spectacle above me with nothing short of childish awe. Despite being a half demon, I never imagined there’d be a day where I’d be in the presence of an angel, let alone pinned down to a bed by one.
Really knocking off a list of supernatural oddities these days, huh, Lady?
His wing’s feathers had a soft pink hue, and I cocked an eyebrow in question when the color slowly turned a shade darker. But by the way Fable’s chest expanded and retracted, I was about to be attacked—in a good way.
Our mouths met and his tongue pushed its way in, coiling and flicking pretty moans from my throat. I was lifted under the rear and locked against his waist. Hips rolling into each other, I sunk fingers into the luscious hair I’d been eager to touch all night.
Not to sound overly girly, but the dude kissed like a demon, and I was into it.
Fable nipped and licked his way down my throat, his hands working the button and zip of my shorts loose. I arched my neck and breathed a lustful moan while rocking my hips back and forth on his.
The hands clutching my ass tightened. “Fuck, why can’t I get enough of you?” Fable murmured, his voice thick and rough in my ear.
I looked down to find the angel’s beaming eyes trained to my waist before he ripped away the clothes from my body, no longer patient enough to take them off the traditional human way. My fishnets were hanging around my legs, my shorts completely gone, my underwear in tatters, and my crop top and bra probably somewhere over the side of the bed. One could only hope.
I loved that top.
If I wasn’t as drunk as a sailor, I’d take a minute to be impressed. Instead, I stared at my naked body and quirked a lip up at him in subtle mocking. But Fable didn’t bother to look at me. He bent over and mouthed my stomach like it was his intention to consume it.
A gasp escaped my lips when the golden-eyed angel licked my navel and tugged on the piercing there, making my hips shift anxiously. With a hand on my hip, keeping me pinned to the bed, Fable’s tongue swirled around my belly piercing and played with it in a way that sent a series of hot jolts straight to the place between my legs. My thighs squeezed, but hands pried them open. Then his weight settled between them.
I had hoped he’d travel lower, but instead his mouth fled upwards, kissing and nipping its way to my chest. Biting my lower lip, I urged more action with my fingers in his hair, chest hitching when his seeking mouth bathed my nipple with wet heat. His tongue swirled and his teeth nibbled the nub. My breath came out in a shuddering sigh.
The fuzzy warmth in my head and his oppressive angel heat were like spending too long locked in a sauna, and I struggled to breathe for a second. My entire body was covered in sweat, and beads of it tickled across my skin as they rolled with every shift of gravity.
“Why the fuck do you taste so good?” the angel groaned, working my hips over his still-clothed erection, both of his hands guiding them into a sensual roll. “Why does it feel like no matter how much I taste you, suck you, kiss you, fuck you, it won’t ever be enough?”
I rocked my hips in sync with his, the tension in my waist growing, and a lazy smile lifted my lips. “Maybe Iamthe one with seduction powers…”
Fable sucked my breast into his mouth and sunk a hand between my open legs, and when I moaned, his powerful body tensed. “Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it. You won’t hear me complaining,” he whispered hoarsely, thrusting two fingers inside of me.
The pleasure curved my spine and I swiveled my hips, chasing the unbelievable sensations his thick fingers were giving me. His answering groan only spurred my hips on, making me fuck myself on his hand and breathe through heady moans.
Flipping us over, I was suddenly on top of the angel. His wings were pinned to the bed, and I peered down at them curiously. With his lips lifted, Fable dragged my bottom half up his body until my wet slit was hovering over his face. Hands hastily grappling his sides, my head shot back and my body curved away when the first flick of his tongue on my clit registered, suggesting what it was the angel wanted to do.
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, hips undulating.
Fable’s muscles stiffened under my hands, and his thunderous growl was a storm of sensation between my legs. Like a vibration nothing would ever come close to, not even my favorite toy. He sucked and lapped greedily at the collecting moisture, the little grunts and eager groans of excitement reaching my oversensitive ears and making my hips buck. His hands worked my waist over his face, his tongue doing things mortal men could only dream of doing.
The power of his mouth’s suction and the speed his tongue moved weren’t human. Go figure.
It was safe to say that, despite my drunken state, the ecstasy the angel’s mouth gave was otherworldly. It did things so powerfully, so quickly that I could only react. Thinking or doing anything that wasn’t coaxed by his mouth was impossible. And it didn’t take long for Drunk Lady to shamelessly rub over his eager mouth, ready for the oncoming peak and crash.
Before I could hurdle over the edge, Fable sat up and kissed me with a brutality that didn’t match his wings, tongue-fucking me for several breathless seconds. I tasted myself on him, and it encouraged me to desperately tug at the waistband of his pants. With an irritated growl, I rushed to get Fable out of his remaining clothes. He shimmied out of his pants, then his boxer-briefs, before tossing them over the side.
Our kiss never broke, one leading into another, tongues swirling and chasing. It was a messy chaos with my head as fuzzy as it was, but it felt fucking amazing.
Tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth—adding a list of questions to ask the angel later—Fable started to fit it over his twitching cock. It jumped with every kiss and nip I paid his neck and chin while he focused on it. His haggard breathing would hitch every time I touched somewhere sensitive, so I tortured those spots to hurry him along.
