Free Her Dark Angel by Felicity Heaton Page B

gaze fell to her body and he held his groan inside. The sight of her in the small dark red slip threatened to get him going again. He stared at her long slender legs and how her backside shifted as she walked. Divine.
    He was staring at her so much that he forgot about his wings. They banged against the doorframe. He grimaced and focused, trying to make them disappear.
    “You could just duck like you did last night.”
    Apollyon stopped and looked at her. Was she approving of his wings now? That thought and the affectionate shine in her hazel eyes made him smile. She was growing more comfortable with him.
    He ducked and kept his wings tucked up so he didn’t knock anything over in the dining room.
    Serenity walked into the small pale kitchen, opened a tall white box that he recognised as a refrigerator, and looked inside. He saw milk and cheese, and other food he couldn’t identify. Studying the mortal world from a distance did have its drawbacks. Most of the time, people didn’t mention what things were called so he couldn’t hear their names. Sometimes, he would receive briefing documents that kept him up to date with the latest inventions so he was prepared for being called to Earth, or other angels would tell him of things they had experienced if they had a reason to come down to the bottomless pit.
    His stomach growled. He had forgotten how much energy he used when on Earth. He didn’t need to eat when he was in Hell. Time passed strangely there and he was truly immortal on that plane. On Earth, things were different. In order to fit in, certain parts of him changed or switched off, and other parts switched on. Hunger was one of them.
    Serenity bent over, revealing the curve of her bare bottom.
    His body ached at the sight.
    Lust seemed to be another.
    But he was beginning to feel that this was something other than lust.
    She took a pot from the refrigerator and pulled a black machine away from the back of the kitchen counter. He studied her movements, learning and curious. She filled a large glass jug with water and poured it into the machine. What was she doing?
    “Do you want some coffee?” Her breezy smile turned shy. “Maybe not.”
    She had figured out what effect coffee had on him. He walked into the kitchen, until he was close to her.
    “I could go for a cup, if you are.” He raked his gaze over her, memorising the subtle curves hidden beneath her red satin slip.
    Her cheeks matched the colour of it when his eyes met hers again.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “Starved.” He pulled her against him and kissed her, sliding his hands over her hips. She placed her hands on his chest and he thought she was going to stop him again, but instead she moaned and kissed him, her lips dancing softly over his, stirring fire in his veins.
    Apollyon pressed her against the kitchen counter and gathered her into his arms, his tongue tangling with hers and stealing her breathy moans. He groaned and kissed her deeper, unleashing his passion and hunger, letting it build inside him. His body responded to the feel of the kiss and her hands wandering over his chest, warm against his skin, setting him aflame wherever she touched.
    She pulled back, breathing hard, and smiled.
    He stared at her mouth, hungry to kiss her again, finding it hard to give her a moment to catch her breath. She twirled under his arm and out of his reach, going back to the black machine and pressing a button. It began to make noises.
    “Do you want a shower?” She turned back to him.
    “With you?”
    She blushed again. “I was thinking alone.”
    “I have been alone long enough.” He smiled but it faltered and he frowned at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside him. He had been happy a moment ago. Before that, he had been content. And before meeting her he had been fine.
    He had been lonely.
    Meeting her had made him realise that. He had watched her so much that he had lost awareness of the feeling. It had drifted to the back of his mind, put there by