Free Angel Magic by Brooklyn O'Bannon Page A

surrounded her nipple with a slick caress, Kari’s whole body jerked in reaction. Her hands moved to explore his chest and stomach. She had touched him last night but now in sunlight she could see the way his muscles tightened as she stroked him.
      He pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes. She took a calming breath.
      When he was so close it was hard to think of anything except the pleasure she could give and receive.
      He ran a finger over her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, taking the cool digit between her teeth and caressing it with her tongue.
      He raised his eyebrows. “I’m trying to slow things down, Kari. You didn’t like it when I was out of control. But I am having a problem with control.” He took a deep breath.
      She glanced at his cock, the head now red and swollen. Creamy white fluid seeped from the slit, and she had the sudden desire to lick it off.
      “I know. Mostly I didn’t like how sore I felt the next day. Then I remembered you said you wouldn’t hurt me, and I remembered that kiss that made everything foggy.”
      He sat up. “About that kiss. You shouldn’t have remembered anything. You’re human. The power should have worked completely.”
      “So why didn’t it?”
      He shrugged. “I’m not sure. I suspect there was an Angel among your forebears. Or Angels. You must be descended from them. That might explain how you were able to do that ritual with no training as a sorcerer.”
      “Oh.” That was a surprise, to find out she might have Angel blood.
      “Enough talk.” Rahmiel turned swiftly and bent over her. “I want to touch some more.”
      As they kissed, Rahmiel stretched out so they were on their sides, facing each other.
      His hands cupped and explored her body, then he explored with his mouth. He ran an open mouth kiss down between her breasts and lower, until he found her navel. Kari grew weak, like she was melting, turning to warm liquid, starting between her legs.
      In a swift move her legs were over his shoulders, resting on the softness of his wings.
      “This won’t hurt you. It might even make you feel better.” His tongue traced her plump lips and he spread her wider. “Yes, you look red. I was a brute. Let me help…”
      His lips found her delicate inner labia and suckled the tender flesh into his mouth where he licked it with his tongue, before doing the same to the other small pink labia.
      She could barely breathe.
      “You taste delicious,” he murmured and proceeded to make long slow licks with the flat of his tongue, up and down, along each side. Then his mouth covered the small sore spot, and he delicately nudged it with his tongue. To her surprise, the irritated feeling gave way to pleasure.
      “You like that?” his voice was husky.
      “Yes…”
      “Ever done it before? With another man?”
      “Um, I’ve made out before. Gone to…third base. But not like this.”
      His fingers were stroking and probing, and her words came in gasps.
      “Ahh, third base.” He licked the well of moisture at her center. “Did you come?
      With that boy who got you to third base?”
      One long finger slid inside.
      She shook her head.
      “How come?” He did a series of little licks on her clit.
      “He…ah…I don’t know…was too rough…or slow or something.”
      Rahmiel chuckled against her and the vibrations moved through her whole pelvis.
      He started to lift his head but she pressed him back down, and he chuckled again.
      It was all delicious , but it wasn’t enough. She threaded her hands into his hair and tugged, just a tiny bit. “Rahmiel,” she complained.
      He looked up , his eyes glinted with mischief . “Right.”
      His open mouth descended on her clit, warm and wet. She moaned in shocked delight and he laughed softly. He circled her small nub with the tip of his tongue, and one long finger played in her moisture before sliding into her. His tongue’s licking