She was rewarded with a chorus of moans, sighs, and low growls as she took and tasted as she pleased. His hands staying intermixed with her hair, woven through her strands. They were constantly in motion but never did the guide or control. They touched her, completed the circuit of their bodies. He watched her, heavy lidded eyes full of desire watched her and she finally explored him. If there was a map he would have burned it, instead wanting her to find him at her pace, in her way. He bit his lip as his chest caved, sucking in a breath as she hit a sensitive spot. he had been chosen to serve a darker power when the call came out, he had never had a choice. That the angels are denied a touch from a woman like her.... better to be hell than to miss this.