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at the end of the quirt rubbed hypnotically up and down the backs of Laziel’s thighs, up over his ass and down to the other side. The angel trembled and his breathing increased.
    “You want this, don’t you, angel?” Malachi purred. He touched the Laziel’s right shoulder with the quirt, the signal he was allowed to answer.
    “Hmm. Please.” Dark and mysterious, Laziel’s voice acted as a caress against Malachi’s flesh.
    The thin strip of leather whistled through the air landing with a satisfying crack against the flawless creamy surface of Laziel’s tight ass. The whirling mass of fury inside Malachi blazed higher, and hotter. His mouth watered with the want to taste the angry red welt that immediately sprang up on Laziel’s firm flesh. Malachi resisted, denying himself the erotic flavor of celestial skin. Instead, he distracted himself with the angel’s turgid shaft. Reaching between the table and Laziel’s taut stomach, Lachi palmed the thick length and tugged it backwards until it lay as a feast before his eyes. Torturously, he traced it with the quirt.
    “I think I forgot something, Laziel. But that’s easily rectified.” His gaze flipped back to the table, and in seconds, he had a cock ring fastened around the base of Laziel’s weeping length.
    “Can’t have you shooting your load all over the table,” Malachi whispered against the inside of Laz’s thigh. He inhaled deeply, the musky aroma of the angel’s lust and intoxicating scent. However, the anger still demanded attention, demanded an outlet. With a final taste of the unmarred flesh, he stood.
    Almost on autopilot, his arm rose again, landing the second strike on the opposite cheek. Like a tidal wave of liberation, he used the crop on the angel’s ass and thighs. Vicious blows rained down against Laziel’s flesh, but were quickly tempered by the soothing glide of Malachi’s tongue. He lost count of the licks given, and soon the coppery tang of the angel’s blood visited his tongue. Still trapped inside the restrictive trousers, his cock wept pearly tears of need, staining the material. Finally, arm aching, Malachi tossed the quirt aside, his chest heaving from exertion.
    On the table, Laziel lay without moving; only the steady rise and fall of his chest an indication Malachi had not injured him too severely. Still, welts covered Laz’s buttocks and thighs. So many crisscrossed paths, he couldn’t count them. Some trickled blood. Those Malachi laved yet again, closing the wounds so they could heal.
    Anger spent for the moment, he took a deep cleansing breath and strode to the bathroom for the wash cloth. Tenderly, almost reverently, he washed the angel’s wounds. Until Laziel, Malachi had never considered how his partners were tended; however with the angel, Malachi needed this time as much as he needed the former. Satisfied at last, he tossed the cloth in the same direction as the crop and stripped.
    Placing a knee on the table, he joined his male on the wide flat surface and unhooked the ankle restraints. His hands slid under Laz’s hips and lifted until the angel rested on his knees, ass high in the air. The heated lube landed on his palm in response to his unspoken command. Deftly, he squirted some onto his fingers and then against the seam of the angel’s ass. Long fingers followed the slick fluid massaging it into Laziel’s flesh. His fingers slid slowly over Laz’s entrance rimming the ring of tight muscle.
    Placing his index finger against the opening, Malachi pushed breaching the muscle and penetrating his male. Slowly, he worked Laziel’s flesh, stretching him, preparing him. One finger became two. Malachi surged up on his knees and stroked his own cock coating it with the apple flavored lube. The angel's favorite, too bad he wouldn't taste it. Palming the mounds of the angel’s ass, Malachi spread Laziel wide and teased with the bulbous head of his thickly veined shaft, pressing it against Laziel’s well-oiled anus. In