Chapter 6

“Now.” His voice sounded husky and thick even to him. Andrew groaned when Mikhail thrust those large fingers deeper. “Mikhail, goddamn it, fuck me!”

“Gladly.”

Mikhail withdrew his fingers and stood.

Propped up on his elbows, Andrew watched as that gorgeous body was slowly revealed to him. Mikhail was built, like nothing Andrew had ever seen. The angel’s dark hair fell halfway down his back and looked to be as soft as Andrew imagined Mikhail’s wings would be. Pale skin was stretched taut over hard muscles, every movement mesmerizing. Mikhail’s cock was hard and thick, standing out from his body, clear drops of precome beading at the tip. Andrew licked his lips.

“See something you want?” Mikhail’s fingers ran down the length of his shaft. Arrogant? Oh, yeah. But fucking beautiful.

“Hell, yes.” Borne down by the angel’s body, Andrew lay back on the bed, legs spread. “Mikhail—”

“Shh…” Mikhail murmured. “Just relax. I won’t hurt you, Andrew.”