Ablaze by Dahlia Rose Page A

“Only because we see such a waste of potential, but I’ll call you Penn. Your name is too long and pretentious.”
    Pennemuel couldn’t help the bark of laughter that came to his lips. This little angel had fire inside her.
    “You can call me what you wish; after this night I have no plans to see you for the rest of eternity.”
    She raised her eyebrow at him without speaking. The look on her face made him uneasy, like she knew something that eluded him.
    “Why are you staring at me like that?”
    Still she said nothing. Instead she took slow steps toward him, and with each footfall, she undressed until she was completely exposed. She put her hands on his shoulders and commanded, “Kiss me, demon, and let us begin this dance of fate.”
    She was magnificent in her nudity. Desire flared inside him as his gaze traveled to every dip and sensuous curve of her body. Her chocolate-colored skin and full lips beckoned him to taste. She should be scared of me. Pennemuel didn’t want her to be so willing. He wanted to see fear when she looked up at him. Instead he saw something more like trust in her light brown eyes, and that in itself was unbelievable. He was a demon, and she was an angel; their kind had been in a battle for the destiny of mankind since the beginning of time. She wants to be kissed . He could see it in her eyes and wondered why. He pushed that thought away. He would do that and much more before the night was over.
    He took her lips, no premise or prelude, just a hot, penetrating kiss. He delved his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her pure essence and driving himself wild. She tasted like honey and the forbidden fruit of the garden of Eden. She opened under his onslaught willingly; she moaned when he caressed her, and he felt something spark in his chest, but he pushed away the foreign feeling. This was not about emotion; it was about a coveted prize, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the ride. He forgot they were on a roof with the rain falling in torrents around them. Not rain, the tears of heavenly hosts, he thought with humor.
    He tore his lips away from hers, still wanting to taste her but also wanting to do so much more. “Spread your legs, little dove.”
    “Why?” Her voice was almost a whisper and breathless.
    It excited him all the more because she was so innocent.
    “You’ll see. Do as you’re told, little one. Remember, this is my show.”
    She moved her legs slowly apart; her eyes held a question when she stared into his face. He never took his gaze away from hers. He moved his hands slowly down her neck. Her body was still, and he could sense the anticipation of his touch. Around them was silence; even the rain had stopped. It’s like the entire universe is holding its breath for what’s to come . He found the slit of her pussy, and he slipped his finger between the thick folds and rubbed the bud he found there. Her body gave up its bounty while he touched her, becoming slick and wet under his touch. Watching her eyes he saw them widen in surprise before they went smoky with desire.
    Her half-closed eyelids gave her a sultry look, and Hailey undulated her hips against his hand, seeking the pleasure he was offering. Pennemuel delighted in the fact that she fell into her sexuality so quickly. He had heard to take an angel was a task that took too long with no great rewards except your cock got wet and you had your prize. She was already hot under his touch and ready to have his cock inside her. Not yet . This was too rare a find to rush. His finger penetrated her pussy, and when she cried out, he chuckled softly.
    “Oh yes, little dove, this is some of the pleasure that your creator kept from you,” he murmured.
    Pennemuel pushed his digit deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. With his thumb, he rubbed that secret spot until she cried out, and her nectar flowed around his hand. She came with a shuddering breath, and it drove him mad. He didn’t care about