Raphael caught the change in her mood, glanced over "What amuses you?"
"Why do you sound so suspicious?"
"Because your favorite things are sharp and draw blood."
Laughing beacause he was guilty of feeding her addicion to the most beautiful blades, she said, "We're holding hands. I never held hands with anyone before you, and when we first got together, I never thought we ever would." He'd been so hard, so dangerous.
"In this, Elena, I too, was a virgin". His fingers tightened on hers, his wings outlined with a glow that would've terrified her once.
Raphael's response was silent, his wing brushing hers as he ...
The damn archangel had dusted her.
Glittering, sparkly stuff stuck to her, delicious beyond compare when she parted her mouth and it licked onto her tongue. "This is not funny!" She glared at him even as arousal flooded her system, but he was laughing too hard to care.
Her hert, it just stopped.
Even now, the Archangel of New York rarely laughed and never like this.
We can talk to Dmitri later, she sent to Raphael, slinding her hands up the ridges and valleys of his chest. Let's go upstairs to our suite.
She tried to ignore that pointed cough that held a biting amysement.
Raphael's lips smiled against hers. I think my second has other ideas.
“Because you are his heart, Elena. A man with his heart torn out is a broken creature. I know.”
“I accepted being a damn damsel in distress for you. You can be the hunky archangel in distress for once.”
“I’m a fucking hunter, and I’m the fucking consort to the Archangel of New York.”
Archangel's Heart by NALINI SINGH