Archangel's Consort
“Only her discomfort at the question circling in her mind gave her the will to break the kiss, to suck in a breath . . . while the angel dipped his head to close his teeth over the frantically beating pulse in her neck.
“Surveillance!” she blurted out. “There are satellites everywhere! Won’t someone see?” She was too private, too possessive, to share this moment with anyone.
One hand stroking down over her back, to her bottom. I am an archangel, Elena. I have enough power to blow out every satellite in the world.
“That’s not what I—” She cried out as he bit down on her pulse then licked the small sensual hurt, her hands fisting in the thick silk of his hair.
No one will see us. A kiss that took over her mouth. I used my power to shield us from view as soon as we flew out of Manhattan.
She bit down on his lip this time. “Thanks for telling me.”
One strong hand clenched on her hip. “Biting is not nice, Elena.”
Oh, dear God. When he started teasing . . . Forget about the putty.
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