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Abel slammed the door to your shared home before instantly berating himself. Today was incredibly stressful. Not only did they still not know what to do about the redeemed sinner, but now sinners were declaring war. Lute was adamant on fighting back. Emily was determined not to fight at any cost. It was impossible to reason with either of them. What he desperately needed was something sweet.
You popped your head into the living room as soon as you heard the door slam. The stress he'd been under made his already dark eye bags even worse. He looked exhausted constantly. You quickly went over to give him soft kisses.
"Everything okay baby? You looked more tired than usual."
He looked over at you and sucked in a breath. His hands quickly grabbed onto your sides and squeezed. You were always his favorite sight but today you were his personal goddess. It certainly helped that you were only wearing one of his shirts and your panties. He gently guided you back to the bedroom. Your neck was covered in soft kisses. A small gasp left your lips when you felt his teeth bite down.
"Abel! What's gotten into you today?"
He didn't respond. He just pushed you into the bed before settling on top of you.
"Are you okay with this?" his voice was barely a whisper.
"Yes but-"
He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. One of his hands slid your top off. As soon as he saw your bare chest, his lips were attached. Moans of his name fell from your lips. Before you got too into it, you lightly brought his face up to look at you.
"Are you sure you're okay? I know being the new head of the exorcists is a lot on you," you held his face in your hands before pressing a kiss to his nose.
He nuzzled his face into your hand, "Yeah I... I don't think I want to talk about it, angel."
"That's okay too. If that's the case then..." you teased him by taking a hand and running it along the base of his wings. He couldn't help the groan he let out.
Abel blushed before going back to suck on your tits. You laid back against the pillow to let him work. Whichever side he wasn't currently on, he teased with his hand. His other hand went to your soaked panties to play with you through the fabric.
"That wet for me already? What did I do to deserve someone so perfect?"
Before you could remark on how it was actually you who was lucky, he was already kissing over your panties. Abel was practically drooling at the thought of getting to go down on you. You were always the best part of coming home. If he could only eat one thing for the rest of his afterlife, he'd choose you every time.
His tongue darted out to lick your panties. This was just the thing he needed after the trip to Hell. He could almost see how sinners damned themselves with lust. Your eyes were glued to him. It was if he was taking a million mental pictures of this sight before digging in and ruining you.
One finger curled around your panties and pulled them down and off. The garment was barely off of you before his lips replaced them. He started off by kissing your outer folds and inner thighs. Abel was desperate but he wanted to savor this was much as he could.
Your hands curled in his hair to pull him closer but he stopped you. He took your wrists in one hand and lightly held them above your stomach.
"Not tonight. You're gonna be good for me. Isn't that right?" He gave you a grin that showed off his tooth gap. Normally you'd be a bit of a brat and put up a fight but his more dominant side always turned you on like no other. All you did was nod.
"Words, angel."
"Yes Abel."
"Good girl."
You blushed at the nickname. He was good at turning you into mush over nothing. Before you realized, his mouth was back on your cunt. He used his free hand to open you up and start lapping up your wetness. Soft whimpers drove him to keep going as if he needed more of a reason than getting to taste you.
You clenched your fists when you felt his tongue flick over your clit. You wanted to hold him so badly but he wasn't letting you. Your legs squeezed his head a little. Abel quickly used the hand holding your wrists to spread you open again.
As much as you wanted to pull his blonde hair, you instead fisted the sheets. Abel noticed and grinned. The man was a miracle worker with his tongue. He rolled his tongue over your entrance. He soaked in your moan before continuing. He could tell by the way you were whimpering that you were close to finishing. His favorite part.
"C'mon pretty girl... You were made for me to enjoy. You can let it all out."
It only took a little longer for you to completely unravel on his tongue. Abel was more than happy to clean up your release with his mouth. Afterwards, he wiped his mouth and went to grab some warm towels to properly clean you up. He kissed your cheek once he was done cleaning you up.
"You were seriously amazing. I'm so lucky to have you. Really."
You pulled him into a soft kiss while starting to undress him.
"Up for some more?"