Awakened by a Demoness by Felicity Heaton Page A

turned foggy as she struggled to breathe, to piece herself back together.
    When she had enough of herself in one piece again, she looked down the length of her body at Rey. He hovered above her thatch of curls, a hazy edge to his eyes, as if he had experienced the incredible pleasure he had given to her too, knew the bliss he had sent through her.
    There was hunger in them too though, need that called to her.
    Her naughty angel needed.
    By the Devil, she would satisfy that need for him.
    She wrapped her legs around his torso and flipped him over onto his back. His wings were quick to disappear, gone in a flash as he landed beneath her, chest wedged between her thighs. Those stunning eyes only grew darker as he lowered them to her groin, and as much as she wanted to fulfil that wicked hunger she could see in them and ride his face, she had bigger plans for him.
    He tried to grab her when she dismounted but she easily evaded him, and his attempts lost all enthusiasm when she shimmied down the bed and began unbuttoning his jeans. That nervous edge she had sensed in him before returned, stronger this time. She knew it was messed up to be doing this with someone who was technically an enemy, but it was a dream and she was rolling with it.
    And it was time she was the one in control.
    She popped the buttons on his jeans, slowing as she moved lower, her eyes catching on the outline of his hard cock beneath the black material. Her mouth watered as she undid the last button and slowly parted the fly, and her breath hitched as she revealed his long rigid length. Her fingers itched and she indulged them, ran them down the thick silken shaft, feeling every vein and the ridge that ran down the length of it.
    Rey grunted and thrust his hips up, and she pressed her palm to his cock, letting him rub against it as she watched him. His jaw clenched, his mouth pulled taut, his hands fisted the bedclothes on either side of his hips, and his eyes screwed shut as he ground against her palm. Desperate. Wild. Her naughty angel needed this. She could feel it flowing through him, his frustration and desire, his urgent need that drove him to the very edge of despair.
    Asteria circled her hand around his length and he stuttered, thrusts faltering as she tightly gripped him. Another grunt left him and his eyebrows furrowed, a pained expression settling on his handsome face. She thumbed the crown as he plunged through the ring of her fingers, teasing the sensitive flesh. He shuddered and bit out a curse.
    It seemed the angel had a foul mouth.
    His cursing only grew worse when she lowered her head, her hair brushing across his bare hips, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He snarled a string of wicked words and tried to thrust harder, but she held him so firmly he couldn’t move. He could only submit to her.
    When he stilled against the mattress, his ragged breaths filling the silence, she loosened her hold to allow blood to flow back into his shaft and suckled the tip. He moaned and writhed, his hands shifting from beside his hips, to above his head, to onto her head as she stroked him with her tongue.
    “Asteria,” he breathed, deep voice little more than a strained whisper.
    She knew what he needed, was all too happy to give it to him.
    She released his cock and tugged his jeans down under his backside, revealing more golden skin that definitely said he sunbathed nude. He groaned and trembled as she lightly raked her claws over the arch of muscle above his hips, following the lines down to his cock and enjoying the contrast of her pale skin and black nails against his golden skin.
    She straddled his legs, stroked her hand down his cock and circled it again, and leaned over to suck him in earnest, taking him deep into her mouth before withdrawing to swirl and flick her tongue over the blunt head. He shuddered again, big body trembling beneath her, and gave shallow thrusts accompanied by quiet grunts that spoke of pleasure.
    A dull ache