Free Her Dark Angel by Felicity Heaton

didn’t care. She wanted to feel his power, needed to feel him inside her. He pumped hard and deep, his pelvic bone slamming against her clit each time their hips met, sending her breasts wobbling. She tensed her muscles around his cock, groaning with him, low and deep, desperate in her search for release.
    It came in a blinding flash, sending a wave of scorching heat over her body. Her thighs tingled. He didn’t stop. He drove harder, longer strokes that built the fire inside her again, until she was moaning and clutching his hands, uttering quiet pleas for more.
    Apollyon groaned each time he entered her, filling the bedroom with the sound. It was guttural and almost animalistic as he thrust faster and faster, until she was on the verge of crumbling into pieces again.
    Serenity arched her back, choking his cock in her warm depths, and drawing a deep hard thrust from him as a response. She did it again, teasing him, trying to draw him to the edge with her. He raised her bottom from the bed and tore a moan from her throat when he plunged deeper, taking all of her. He gave a groan that she could only think of as a low growl and slammed into her core, his cock throbbing and spilling his warm seed. She clenched her muscles around him, aching to climax too. His hand delved between them and she groaned when the feeling of him coming inside her and the sweep of his thumb over her clit made her come, her body milking his. He held her there, moaning quietly as her muscles squeezed his softening cock.
    She ran her gaze up over his body. A fine sheen of sweat covered it now, his bronzed skin shining with it and radiating power and beauty. It took her a moment to find the courage to look him in the eye. When she did, she found that he was smiling at her, his eyes a vivid shade of blue now as though his climax had affected them.
    He held her still, remaining inside her, with her legs hooked over his arms.
    His cock twitched and her eyes widened when he raked his gaze over her body and she felt him growing hard again.
    He gave her a wicked smile and pulled out of her, only to lean over her and suck her nipples.
    Serenity stared at the ceiling, lost in the hazy warmth of two orgasms and feeling as though she was shortly going to add a third.
    And maybe a fourth.
    And he said she was a devil.

CHAPTER 6
    A pollyon stretched out in the bed, the dark pink duvet covering him from the waist down, and smiled from ear to ear. He had never felt so relaxed. Serenity slept beside him, curled up on her side with her hands around his right arm and her cheek pressed against it. Her breathing was soft and slow. He stroked the rogue strands of blonde hair from her face so he could see it better and felt how content she was. They had both enjoyed themselves last night.
    When she had started showing signs of tiredness, he had stopped and contented himself with watching her sleep instead, enjoying the smile that had remained on her lips long after she had started dreaming. She was beautiful when she slept, beautiful when she was awake, beautiful when she screamed his name during her climax.
    She had done that a few times.
    Any immortal within at least two miles and any mortal in her building would have heard her. He smiled, feeling proud that he had managed to make her shriek at the top of her lungs. She had blushed violently afterwards and then burst into giggles. He loved the way she laughed. He loved that it had been because of him.
    The sun had long since risen, casting warm light across the room through the white muslin curtains. He hadn’t slept much in the end. She had fascinated him too much and he had watched her the whole time. It had been dawn before he had realised it and he had dozed for a while, resting in her arms. He had never slept with someone like that before—held close by them, feeling protected in their embrace and content. Now he was wide awake while his angel slept. He wanted to wake her, to have her look at him and see her smile,