The touch was an electric burn that Uriel could not extinguish. Astaroth clung to him with a possessiveness that claimed not just Carter’s body, but the very essence of the angel."Do you want it inside?" the demon whispered, his voice promising both glory and the Fall in a single breath.Uriel didn't answer. He didn’t need to. His body—traitorous and thirsty—answered for him. A low, urgent moan escaped his throat as his hips, with a will of their own, pressed downward, seeking more of that friction, more of the heat that was consuming him.Astaroth smirked, a silent and devastating victory. "That’s what I thought," he murmured. Then, with agonizing slowness, he slid one of his hands between their bodies. His fingers, expert and bold, forced their way through the fabric of Uriel’s trousers until they found him—hard and throbbing, an irrefutable testament to his desire."Stop," Uriel managed between moans."Stop? Why on earth would I do that?" the demon replied, his hand maintaini
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