[ He merely chuckles in response, making sure his laughter vibrates deep into her core.
But that’s the only time he’ll stop, not even with how much his scalp stings at her vice grip—not at all caring even if she might tear his hair away. Because this is what he’s born to do as a fallen angel, after all—invade sanctuaries, commit sacrilege. Pillage and plunder.
He’s only gentler with her because he knows it’ll bother a spitfire like her, and he’s moaning low in his throat, letting the obscene sounds he’s making against those hot, wet, deliciously intimate parts of her echo loud and clear inside this quiet little church.
But this isn’t enough, no matter what she says, no matter how deeply his tongue can thrust inside of her (deeper than most, it must be said—being inhuman has its perks). She’s tougher than he’s thought upon first meeting her, after all. She isn’t going to break so easily.
So he pulls away, licking at his lips with sheer, smug satisfaction, but he’ll only allow her a brief glimpse of that before he’s turning her on her side, running that hot, wet tongue of his at the junction where her wings meet flesh. ]
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But that’s the only time he’ll stop, not even with how much his scalp stings at her vice grip—not at all caring even if she might tear his hair away. Because this is what he’s born to do as a fallen angel, after all—invade sanctuaries, commit sacrilege. Pillage and plunder.
He’s only gentler with her because he knows it’ll bother a spitfire like her, and he’s moaning low in his throat, letting the obscene sounds he’s making against those hot, wet, deliciously intimate parts of her echo loud and clear inside this quiet little church.
But this isn’t enough, no matter what she says, no matter how deeply his tongue can thrust inside of her (deeper than most, it must be said—being inhuman has its perks). She’s tougher than he’s thought upon first meeting her, after all. She isn’t going to break so easily.
So he pulls away, licking at his lips with sheer, smug satisfaction, but he’ll only allow her a brief glimpse of that before he’s turning her on her side, running that hot, wet tongue of his at the junction where her wings meet flesh. ]