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The Angel

 

 

 

I took her into my arms, surged skywards, and flew opposite to the direction of the Furies. Before I learned how to kill the entity, I wouldn’t let him get near my mate again.

I sailed high above the city.

Fia loved height. She clung to me, her arms clasped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her face snuggling against my chin, rubbing me when she felt like it.

She’d changed. She was no longer icy, but shy and sly with me when we weren’t in bed.

When I took another glance at her perfection, I felt my cock sprang to full length.

She gazed up at my wings through her thick lashes.

“Impressed, baby?” I asked with a smug smile.

“They block my view.”  

“There isn’t much to see,” I said. “The sky is all gray. And there’re asteroid mines above Pandemonium’s atmosphere.” At her concerned look, I assured her. “I’m faster than the meteorites. I won’t put you in harm’s way.”

“If you say so.”

“In time you’ll learn to trust me more, little mate.” I brushed a kiss over the tip of her nose. “I have a brilliant idea. Next time, when we enter the jungle, we’ll set fire to it and drive Akem far away from the portal. The distraction has to work.”

“To a degree, he’s omnipotent. He sees everything.”

“Don’t believe everything he said. His power is the strongest in the jungle; otherwise, he’d roam the City of Nine day and night. Even in his domain, if he’s preoccupied by wildfire, he’ll be less concerned with us entering his realm.”

Fiammetta pondered. I loved her look when she was deep in thoughts. Come to think of it, I loved her every look, even when she appeared harsh, icy, and cruel.

She glanced at me and twisted her torso to study the landscape beneath. I didn’t care much about what was below. All I noticed was her bosom bumping and rubbing my chest as she moved around and that her gorgeous round butt sat on my hard shaft.

Her enticing feminine, flowery scent wafted toward my nostrils.

My cock jerked up achingly. And I was aware that my mate didn’t wear panties. How would it feel to shove my dick inside her tight channel right now?

Without a warning, I slanted my mouth over hers. She wanted to protest—like she’d always done as a habit—but I’d thrust my tongue between her parted lips and invaded her mouth.

Instead of a protest, her sweet moan escaped her lips.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. A hand held her ass; my other hand pushed her gown up to her thighs, slid around to her front, and palmed her lovely pussy.

She threw her head back, and another lustful moan tore from her throat.

The tip of my tongue licked her lips. “I can never get enough of you, baby. I want to fuck you every second of every day, no matter where we are.”

“Talk less, Angel,” she said breathlessly, her eyes half-closed.

I chuckled. I knew what my mate urgently needed.

My finger found the small opening between her folds and thrust into her tight sheath. She sucked in a breath.

My pulse spiked. Blood heated in my veins.

Her wet, hot pussy was more than ready to receive my cock. Her gray eyes glowed silver. The wild scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, and no frigid wind rushing by us could fan it away.

Her inner walls clenched my finger as it thrust through her passage. Her pussy was so tight. It was a wonder that she could take my big cock so well.

“Gabriel.” She let out a low moan. “I’m coming. I’ll come in the sky.”

“Not yet, baby,” I said, halting the movements of my finger, despite her protest. “Don’t you want my cock?”

“Yes,” she said against my earlobe. Her lips traced down from it to my neck, her little teeth grazing my skin. Electric sensation rocked me, sating my male possessiveness.

My witch understood the art of slow burn.

“My pussy likes your cock more than anything,” she purred seductively, her hand busy freeing my shaft. 

My thumb brushed her swollen clit, and she opened her eyes, gazing at me and crying in pleasure.

My mate was driving me mad.

I pulled out my finger from her tight passage and drove my cock into her heat.

“Oh,” she moaned heavily, her lust a living flame on her skin.

I thrust into her relentlessly, my massive wings flapping up and down to keep us afloat above the ruins of the City of Nine.

When she came, she roared.

I emptied myself into her, then I started thrusting again, lazily, and with appreciation, for the heights of pleasure she brought me.