Olivia panted as she struggled to get free of his grip. She'd figured he was strong, his hulking figure threatening to rip through his black clothes at any given moment. What she hadn't expected was for him to smell so heavenly-being a demon and all-but he did, like all the sweetest sins.
He smiled, apparently able to read her mind. "Such dirty thoughts for such a heavenly creature."
"Go back to hell where you belong," she sniped through clenched teeth, still unable to get free of him as he straddled her, his strong thighs holding her slight body in place. When they told her she'd have to take down a demon, she didn't think much of it. She was one of the strongest angels she knew. A demon would be short work. But he was her match, apparently just as strong and just as smart.
She must have been on earth too long because her thoughts had darkened. Or maybe his breath, warm and ragged on her mouth was tempting her. "Let me go."
"That's not what you want."
"You don't know what I want."
"Don't I?" He smiled smugly. He slackened his grip. "Get up and leave if you want."
She didn't move. Something held her. She guessed it was some dark magic. His smile widened as he reached for the hem of her white robe. "You won't regret it. A little sin never hurt anybody."
His head between her legs, his cursed tongue lapping at the place she'd never been touched, she believed him.