Azrael groaned, pulling away, muttering a low "damn it."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to do that." Her voice was shaking as she tried to catch her breath. Before she could utter more words, Azrael pressed his lips against hers again. This time, he gently slammed her against the wall, their bodies pressed together, creating an intense and very intimate feeling.
She moaned into his mouth, her hand going to his chest as she tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. Azrael caught her hand mid-push, gripping it firmly against the wall. His veins were bulging on his arms, his muscles flexing against her touch as his body pressed against hers. She felt her heart racing, her head spinning as the blood rushed to her cheek.
"I am not going to lie to you. I want you so bad," he said in a low voice. "I can't control myself around you, and I don't want to." His words made her shiver.
