Angel POV
“Zanthus,” I breathed against his lips with the little strength I possessed.
His mouth was pressed to mine like I was his only source of life. He was far from hesitant when he kissed me, a side of him I wasn’t familiar with. I was pleased, to say the least, but the element of surprise was still pressing.
I revelled in the new confidence he held.
The heat of him was driving me mad. I already felt myself beginning to come undone by his fingertips. His form was brutal, mine being incredibly inferior in comparison now more than ever. I could feel every inch of him against my skin.
“You can-” Zanthus ghosted his lips over the surface of my cheek. “Please,” My throat felt like it’d been clawed inside out.
The way his fingertips ran down the side of my neck while his other hand
