Angel Demon Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

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I leaned closer, waiting for another kiss, but his next words scattered everything. “I don’t want to let you go, beautiful, but I have to. Dravon is already waiting for you.” I blinked twice, my head slowly wrapping around what he was saying. “What do mean, Dravon…” I trailed off, “Who are you then?” My heart pounded with every word. He smirked again, that beautiful curving of his lips. “I am his demon, Hell.” My jaw dropped. I tried to pull away from him, shame rushing through me.

Running is useless. If we fight, blood will paint the lawn, and she'll see exactly what kind of creature I really am. I don't want her to see that yet. So I cup her face with both hands and press my palms over her ears. "Close your eyes, Angel," I whisper. "Trust me. Just for a few seconds." A tear slips down her cheek. Then she nods once and shuts her eyes. I gather the demon energy coiled at the base of my spine. The air thickens, the temperature dropping.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

David's angelic smile towards Anna only added fuel to the fire, and the frenzy continued to grow. For a moment, Anna found herself lost in David's handsome face, and her heart began to race with a mix of fear and desire. She felt his strong hands wrap around her waist, causing her to tremble with nervousness. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized that she was blushing uncontrollably, unable to hide her feelings from the world.

A flash of lightning crackles overhead, reflecting hellfire in the matte black depths of its eyes. “I’ll never be yours,” I snarl back. The weight of Jake’s body pins me down. I can barely move. But I won’t let Amos break me, not while I still have hope. The demon grins. “You already are.” Disgust and terror bubble up in my very soul as it closes the distance between us and swoops in for a brutal kiss. My hands claw at its chest to push it away, but it’s no use. Amos is too strong.

I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful.

He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls. He fucked me with long strokes, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss. I tasted myself, tasted Hans and Mitch, tasted sin. The angle was so perfect. It hit deep and I was so sensitive from my orgasm that every inch made me gasp. He was hitting directly at my core. “Now scream my name,” he ordered, pounding into me ruthless and fast. I did. “Devon! Devon!” The words tumbled out, raw and desperate. Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J