Series: The Sacrifice Series by Natasha Knight
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Morning.”
I pick up my father’s watch from the nightstand and wrap it around my wrist, checking the time. “You’d better get up. We leave in half an hour.”
“Church? You’re really going to make me go to church?”
I shrug. “It’s easier to just go. I don’t care if you believe or not.”
“Do you believe?”
I study her, but rather than answering, I turn and walk into the closet to get dressed. I know she’s been looking through my things, but haven’t said anything. I smelled her subtle perfume on my coat. The idea that she put it on is unexpected, and I like it.
I’ll go through her room soon myself.
Once I’m dressed, I return only to find she hasn’t moved.
“You really do need to get up and ready.” I walk into the bathroom to comb my hair and grab the things I need to clean her tattoo.
“Do you believe in God, Azrael?” she asks again. “I mean, you are supposedly descended from angels, aren’t you? Fallen ones, at least. That makes you Nephilim, I believe?” she says, her tone mocking.
“Come here,” I tell her as I sit on the leather chair. “I need to clean the tattoo.”
She gets up and walks over to me. I notice she’s wearing one of my T-shirts and I raise my eyebrows.
“I was too tired to search for my own,” she tells me with a shrug as she pulls it off and tosses it onto the bed. My gaze sweeps over her naked breasts, her flat belly, the pink thong through which I glimpse that tiny triangle of dark red hair at the apex of her thighs. When I look up and meet her eyes, she’s grinning.
I clear my throat. “Kneel.” I point to the space between my knees, annoyed at how unselfconscious she is and how like a fucking teenager I am whenever I see her naked. Hell, she’s not even fully naked.
“Kneel,” she mimics and settles on the floor between my legs, her back to me. “Why don’t you answer my question?” she asks as she gathers her hair and draws it aside.
I notice she hasn’t removed the wedding ring. The deep garnet nestled in a bed of diamonds suits her so perfectly. I chose it instinctively, thinking I didn’t much care. Grandmother was beyond irritated when she came to give me the brass band she’d planned to have me present to my bride.
I take my time to look at Willow like this, liking my mark on her, liking it very much.
“I believe there are things I cannot explain,” I say as I begin the task of cleaning the area.
“So, you believe you’re descended from fallen angels?”
“I don’t think about it.”
“Wasn’t the great flood sent to wipe you all out?”
I wait for the area to dry as I squeeze lotion out of the tube and meet her taunting gaze when she turns her head.
“Sad we survived?” I ask, pushing her head down to make her look away. “I like you like this, by the way.”
“What? On my knees? You would.”
I smear lotion into the mark, tracing the lines of the Delacroix insignia, and I don’t miss how her back arches in response to my touch. When I’m finished, I weave my fingers into her hair and tug to shift her position so she’s facing me.
“Ow,” she mutters, although I’m not hurting her.
I draw her face closer to the erection currently pressing against my slacks. “I actually prefer you positioned facing this way if you’re asking.”
“Like I said, you would.” She clutches my thighs as I draw her higher on her knees. I take in her tits, brushing my knuckles over one nipple and watching it tighten. “I need to get ready, Azrael.”
I let go of her, and she stands, thinking this is over. But once she’s up, I take hold of her hips and draw her toward me. I’m eye-level with her pussy, and I bend my head to inhale deeply.
“Azrael!”
“I like you better with my smell on you,” I say and tug the thong down to lick her sex. Her breath hitches, and I chuckle as her fingers weave into my hair. I stand, snapping the elastic back into place. “But I don’t have time to fuck you properly, so it’ll have to wait. You think you can wait, Little Witch?”
Her face is flushed, and she’s clearly disappointed. She rallies, smiling broadly as she closes her hand around the crotch of my pants. She squeezes. “You think you can?”
I lay my hand over hers and slide up and down once, twice. My chest rumbles, and I lean down to kiss her before scraping my teeth over her lower lip. “I think I’m going to take that mouth of yours tonight. Make better use of it.” I draw back, spin her around and slap her ass. “Get dressed.”