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Authors: Rosalie Lario
away—"so far no human we’ve informed of the truth believes us. Not with the propaganda spread about the Fallen, and not when it’s too easy to believe they will be protected by the angels."
He looked so disheartened by what he told her that Eva couldn’t help but reach out and touch her hand to his shoulder. "I believe you."
His eyes trailed down to her hand before he returned a heated gaze to her face. Like a switch had been flipped, the air was once again fraught with sexual tension. "As I said, you’re special."
She squeezed her legs together to calm the sudden ache between her thighs. "I understand the danger in what you’re doing, but I have to ask, why the need for a mate? I would think you’d be focused on the fight."
With a sigh, Michael rose and stalked out of the room.
Had she offended him somehow? Puzzled, she rose to her feet and followed him to the living room.
He strode to the window and surveyed the now-dark sky. "There are some things you should know about angels," he said without looking her way. "Our immortality and our strength, they aren’t necessarily infinite."
She furrowed her brows. "Huh?"
"Sex." He turned to face her. "Sex is a necessary part of our livelihood. With it, we’re strong. With the exception of being burned alive, we cannot be killed. But without sex...after a certain number of years our strength and immortality begin to fade. Eventually, after hundreds of years, it’s lost all together. We grow old, we die. Just like mortals."
She simply stared at him. Finally realizing her mouth was open, she snapped it shut. "So you’re telling me you’re looking for a mate because it’s been a long time since you...you know...did the deed?"
He laughed. "Many years, yes."
Eva blinked at that astounding revelation. The walking orgasm standing in front of her hadn’t gotten laid in years? It seemed too crazy to believe. How was that even possible?
While some small part of her couldn’t help but be delighted that he’d chosen her of all people to break his fast, she had to know. "Why look for a mate? I mean, what you’re describing sounds sort of permanent. More than a one-night stand at least. But this world is full of women, and I’m sure a good number of them would fall all over themselves to have a chance with you. Why not just pick a new one every night?"
A flash of temper sparked in his topaz eyes. "You would prefer that to me choosing you?"
Her cheeks blazed so hot she probably looked like a tomato. "No, I’m not saying that. I just..."
Before she could blink he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. One hand wound through the curls of her hair. With a gentle tug, he pulled her head back so she looked him straight in the eyes. "I told you. You’re special. And I want only you."
"I..." Her voice came out as a nervous squeak, and she pressed her lips together to keep more embarrassing chatter from escaping. She lost her ability to think around this man. This angel . Especially when he said things like that.
He bent forward until his mouth was inches from hers. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine.
"Do you want me too, Eva?"
Want him? Just the whisper of his breath and she was already halfway to oblivion.
His tongue snaked out to flick lightly against her lower lip. Moaning, she tugged his head down, crushing his lips to hers. He touched his tongue to hers, teasing, withdrawing, driving her crazy. At the same time his hands seemed to be everywhere. On her back, at the curve of her backside, cupping and kneading her breasts. A shiver of longing wound through her whole body making her legs go weak.
Eva dropped one of her hands from his shoulder to his smooth, hard chest, memorizing the curves of his pectorals, the defined ridges of his abs. And yes, as she’d suspected, even his ass was rock-hard. The man was a fine work of art. Before she could think further about it, she brought her hand to his front, sliding it down the fabric of
He looked so disheartened by what he told her that Eva couldn’t help but reach out and touch her hand to his shoulder. "I believe you."
His eyes trailed down to her hand before he returned a heated gaze to her face. Like a switch had been flipped, the air was once again fraught with sexual tension. "As I said, you’re special."
She squeezed her legs together to calm the sudden ache between her thighs. "I understand the danger in what you’re doing, but I have to ask, why the need for a mate? I would think you’d be focused on the fight."
With a sigh, Michael rose and stalked out of the room.
Had she offended him somehow? Puzzled, she rose to her feet and followed him to the living room.
He strode to the window and surveyed the now-dark sky. "There are some things you should know about angels," he said without looking her way. "Our immortality and our strength, they aren’t necessarily infinite."
She furrowed her brows. "Huh?"
"Sex." He turned to face her. "Sex is a necessary part of our livelihood. With it, we’re strong. With the exception of being burned alive, we cannot be killed. But without sex...after a certain number of years our strength and immortality begin to fade. Eventually, after hundreds of years, it’s lost all together. We grow old, we die. Just like mortals."
She simply stared at him. Finally realizing her mouth was open, she snapped it shut. "So you’re telling me you’re looking for a mate because it’s been a long time since you...you know...did the deed?"
He laughed. "Many years, yes."
Eva blinked at that astounding revelation. The walking orgasm standing in front of her hadn’t gotten laid in years? It seemed too crazy to believe. How was that even possible?
While some small part of her couldn’t help but be delighted that he’d chosen her of all people to break his fast, she had to know. "Why look for a mate? I mean, what you’re describing sounds sort of permanent. More than a one-night stand at least. But this world is full of women, and I’m sure a good number of them would fall all over themselves to have a chance with you. Why not just pick a new one every night?"
A flash of temper sparked in his topaz eyes. "You would prefer that to me choosing you?"
Her cheeks blazed so hot she probably looked like a tomato. "No, I’m not saying that. I just..."
Before she could blink he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. One hand wound through the curls of her hair. With a gentle tug, he pulled her head back so she looked him straight in the eyes. "I told you. You’re special. And I want only you."
"I..." Her voice came out as a nervous squeak, and she pressed her lips together to keep more embarrassing chatter from escaping. She lost her ability to think around this man. This angel . Especially when he said things like that.
He bent forward until his mouth was inches from hers. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine.
"Do you want me too, Eva?"
Want him? Just the whisper of his breath and she was already halfway to oblivion.
His tongue snaked out to flick lightly against her lower lip. Moaning, she tugged his head down, crushing his lips to hers. He touched his tongue to hers, teasing, withdrawing, driving her crazy. At the same time his hands seemed to be everywhere. On her back, at the curve of her backside, cupping and kneading her breasts. A shiver of longing wound through her whole body making her legs go weak.
Eva dropped one of her hands from his shoulder to his smooth, hard chest, memorizing the curves of his pectorals, the defined ridges of his abs. And yes, as she’d suspected, even his ass was rock-hard. The man was a fine work of art. Before she could think further about it, she brought her hand to his front, sliding it down the fabric of
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