Page 9 of Wings of Deception
Instead of answering, I grab my shirt with one hand and pull it off entirely. Her eyes damn near bug out of their sockets, and it hits me then just how much I enjoy surprising her.
“Do your worst.”
After studying my bare torso for longer than necessary — not that I mind — she dips her brush into the pot of neon-blue paint. “Close your eyes, bigshot.”
I do as I’m told, grinning as the soft stroke of the brush hits my flesh. She’s gentle, but there’s a confidence in whatever artwork she’s chosen to design. In this moment, I want nothing but to be her canvas.
With my eyes shut, visions of her dance through my mind. Does she stick out her tongue in concentration? Or perhaps she bites her lip instead. It takes everything inside me not to peek.
Her brush trails lower, down over my abs and almost touches the waistband of my jeans.By the Archangels.The need to strip us out of our clothes and fuck her into tomorrow overwhelms me. With all this paint, I bet we’d make a damn fine picture.
Her warm hand cups my stubble-lined cheek as the brush moves up toward my neck in a swirling motion, and I’ve never been more eager to gaze into a mirror in my life. She controls my head, tilting it this way and that as she paints my jaw and cheek. With our difference in height, it’s surprising how steady her hand is.
“Alright. That should do it.”
I open my eyes, peering down at the masterpiece which now lives on my chest and stomach. A large pair of multicolored wings covers most of my torso. There’s a trail of loose feathers floating along my collarbone and up to my face.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, walking toward the mirror on the far side of the wall. As the black lights flicker, the wings on my chest seem to flutter as if come to life.
“I was obsessed with wings as a kid. So much so that there wasn’t a single bare spot on the wall in any room. My parents never seemed to mind the thousand vibrant wing drawings. They made sure I had paint or crayons whenever I ran out.” She ducks her chin, looking away to focus on painting her hand.
I can’t decipher the vulnerability on her face. Whatever she just revealed, I don’t think I’ve fully grasped it yet. Instead of pressing the topic, I change the subject. “Once the others see this, you’ll probably end up volun-told to paint everyone next year. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“Maybe …” she replies, distracted, “But I’m not done yet.”
From the mirror, I see her approach me from behind and slap a paint-covered hand on my ass before pulling away. I turn to find a wicked smile playing on her lips, one that has my cock hardening in an instant.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” I rush toward the table, pouring paint directly onto my palm before turning around.
She squeals, darting sideways to avoid me, but I’m too fast.You won’t get away from me that easily, hummingbird.My hand lands on her ass, smearing paint until it’s more of a blob than a print.
We both race back to the table, trying to get as much color on our palms as possible before attacking each other once more. Hayliel might not be as fast as me, but her constant wiggling makes it near impossible to leave a good mark anywhere.
Just then, her hand lands on my other ass cheek and she shouts a triumphantyeswhile fist pumping in the air.
I can only stare at the ethereal creature in front of me, completely caught up in her colorful, paint-covered self, when an idea sparks in my mind.
Her eyes widen as a mischievous smile spreads across my face. Using the paint from my hands, I cover my lips with it and lunge for her. Her shriek turns into laughter as I pull her close, tickling my hands up her body until I reach her neck and push the brown curls off her shoulder.
I lean in close, drawing my nose down the curve of her neck and placing a paint-covered kiss there. Sound seems to melt away until all I can hear is her sharp intake of breath and the pounding of my heart.
The scent of paint blends with honey and sugar in an intoxicating mixture that I’m not sure I’ll ever forget.
I pull back, meeting her hungry gaze. Ever since our first meeting, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. There’s something about this Fallen angel who seems both shy and bold all at once that captures my attention.
“Ezekiel,” she whispers, still clutching my shoulders.
I’m desperate to kiss her, to mark her body with mine until everyone knows that she’s off limits.
My dick throbs in time with my heart as I tilt my head down to kiss her.
“Hayles!” Dina’s voice echoes from somewhere close by, breaking the spell wound around us.
Hayliel jolts back, trying to put distance between us, but no amount of air freshener can cover up the lust and desire hanging in the air.
“There you are!” Dina looks between us, her gaze skimming over our paint-coated bodies before she chuckles. “Thanks for getting her ready, Zeke. Come on, girl, you’re missing all the action.”
Before I can muster up even a single word, Dina tugs Hayliel away from me.