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Massachusetts.”
God, how she grated on his nerves. “I don’t give a damn that your brother is one of my guys. You damned nephilim and your sense of entitlement. You’re all a bunch of arrogant SOBs.”
“We’re not too hot on the angels, either. Celestial ass-kissers,” she spat back with equal vehemence as she crossed her arms over her chest. The gesture perfectly framed cleavage some men had cried to behold.
Two more steps, meant to intimidate. He had at least six inches over her, and about a hundred pounds of muscle in this human form. He might as well have been a flea for all the good that did with her. “And I hate what you’ve done.”
Her eyebrow arched. “Prithee, oh messenger of Heaven, how hath I offended thee?”
“Getting mixed up with Pure Souls business, buying a house for them. Do you know how much Gabriel and Larry are chapping my ass that a nephilim’s name is on the deed of the portus caelestes?”
“I’m perfectly within my rights to provide for my family. You can’t make allowances for me that are even less than the humans’. And your internal politics are none of my concern. Besides, if not for me, your Pure Souls wouldn’t even know that a portus caelestes was an option. You should be thanking me, but since when does any damned angel give a shrug about a poor, neglected nephilim like me?”
Two more steps, and the only remaining distance between them disappeared. Though she maintained her go-fuck-yourself glare and matching set of screw-you gestures, he sensed his effect on her, both with his spirit and his eyes. With speed not afforded to any of those except the elites, he reached out, docked his fingers in to her hips, and brought her body crashing into his.
“Oh, believe me, I’m not planning on neglecting one, single part of you.”
Her lips were soft under his, gentle against his efforts, just firm enough not to suggest a response. Oh, how she teased. He pressed harder against her, moving his mouth in pleading innocations of his name. His kiss was hard, demanding, expectant. Persephone didn’t like gentle or moving slowly. She was an all-on or all-off type of gal, and he was all too eager to get her switched to a full-throttle on position.
“I told you it was too dangerous to come here,” she breathed out when he moved his mouth down her jawline, under her ear, to her neck. “Someone is going to see you coming in and out.”
“I couldn’t stop,” he growled, maneuvering her until her desk hit her backside. “I’m trying to stay away, but … I need to feel you. You have no idea how.”
His hands fell away from her arms and slid down her sides, around her back, and down the back of her legs. In one swoop, he cupped her legs, his longer fingertips finding anchor on her inner thighs. He picked her up, simultaneously setting her on the edge of the desk and opening her. The pencil skirt didn’t have a choice but to rip in two, baring the smooth skin, the exposed elements of her composition.
He looked down at her naked feminine graces. “No panties?”
She grinned, leaning back and palming the desktop behind her, moving herself back just enough to allow her to perch on the edge without his support. As she created distance, a little devilish grin came over her face. She rolled her back so her breasts stuck out even further. “You disapprove?”
Hell-to-the-no. Before he could breathe in a full breath, his hand was at his belt, undoing the catch. Why he wasted time materializing the meaningless garment was beyond him. He should have envisioned himself in rip-away exercise pants. Sure, the look was primo whiskey tango, but the practicality was hard to argue with. Ramiel pulled Persephone’s lithe figure to him and in a single, pounding heartbeat, buried himself deep inside her, feeling Earth’s closest approximation to Heaven wrapped around him.
“ Fuuuuhhhhcccck .”
The sensation overwhelmed. How could something so temporal make him feel so spiritual?
God, how she grated on his nerves. “I don’t give a damn that your brother is one of my guys. You damned nephilim and your sense of entitlement. You’re all a bunch of arrogant SOBs.”
“We’re not too hot on the angels, either. Celestial ass-kissers,” she spat back with equal vehemence as she crossed her arms over her chest. The gesture perfectly framed cleavage some men had cried to behold.
Two more steps, meant to intimidate. He had at least six inches over her, and about a hundred pounds of muscle in this human form. He might as well have been a flea for all the good that did with her. “And I hate what you’ve done.”
Her eyebrow arched. “Prithee, oh messenger of Heaven, how hath I offended thee?”
“Getting mixed up with Pure Souls business, buying a house for them. Do you know how much Gabriel and Larry are chapping my ass that a nephilim’s name is on the deed of the portus caelestes?”
“I’m perfectly within my rights to provide for my family. You can’t make allowances for me that are even less than the humans’. And your internal politics are none of my concern. Besides, if not for me, your Pure Souls wouldn’t even know that a portus caelestes was an option. You should be thanking me, but since when does any damned angel give a shrug about a poor, neglected nephilim like me?”
Two more steps, and the only remaining distance between them disappeared. Though she maintained her go-fuck-yourself glare and matching set of screw-you gestures, he sensed his effect on her, both with his spirit and his eyes. With speed not afforded to any of those except the elites, he reached out, docked his fingers in to her hips, and brought her body crashing into his.
“Oh, believe me, I’m not planning on neglecting one, single part of you.”
Her lips were soft under his, gentle against his efforts, just firm enough not to suggest a response. Oh, how she teased. He pressed harder against her, moving his mouth in pleading innocations of his name. His kiss was hard, demanding, expectant. Persephone didn’t like gentle or moving slowly. She was an all-on or all-off type of gal, and he was all too eager to get her switched to a full-throttle on position.
“I told you it was too dangerous to come here,” she breathed out when he moved his mouth down her jawline, under her ear, to her neck. “Someone is going to see you coming in and out.”
“I couldn’t stop,” he growled, maneuvering her until her desk hit her backside. “I’m trying to stay away, but … I need to feel you. You have no idea how.”
His hands fell away from her arms and slid down her sides, around her back, and down the back of her legs. In one swoop, he cupped her legs, his longer fingertips finding anchor on her inner thighs. He picked her up, simultaneously setting her on the edge of the desk and opening her. The pencil skirt didn’t have a choice but to rip in two, baring the smooth skin, the exposed elements of her composition.
He looked down at her naked feminine graces. “No panties?”
She grinned, leaning back and palming the desktop behind her, moving herself back just enough to allow her to perch on the edge without his support. As she created distance, a little devilish grin came over her face. She rolled her back so her breasts stuck out even further. “You disapprove?”
Hell-to-the-no. Before he could breathe in a full breath, his hand was at his belt, undoing the catch. Why he wasted time materializing the meaningless garment was beyond him. He should have envisioned himself in rip-away exercise pants. Sure, the look was primo whiskey tango, but the practicality was hard to argue with. Ramiel pulled Persephone’s lithe figure to him and in a single, pounding heartbeat, buried himself deep inside her, feeling Earth’s closest approximation to Heaven wrapped around him.
“ Fuuuuhhhhcccck .”
The sensation overwhelmed. How could something so temporal make him feel so spiritual?
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