Franz is an angel with a sordid past. After having been imbued with demonic energy as a child he constantly fights with a darker side of himself that threatens to destroy him completely. Karmen is a sassy Hellmouth who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. Coming from a domestically violent background she’s cautious and confrontational, just the type of person Franz needs in his life to teach him to control his demonic urges. To Michael the Archangel and mastermind behind their unlikely union the pair look like a match made in heaven, but he knows better than anyone that one false move could land them both in a heap of trouble. They’re a ticking time bomb, one that’s on a steady countdown headed for that final bang.
Karmen hesitated in the hallway, her hand stilling in the air as she prepared to knock on the door to his study. If she had any say in the matter, or better sense, she would have turned on her heels and gotten the hell out of there as fast as she could. But Michael thought they needed to talk. That they shouldn’t let a petty argument ruin what was becoming a budding friendship. The head Archangel may have been the greatest general the universe had ever seen, but he was fucking remedial when it came to relationships. He was so blinded by his faith in his angelic brethren being the good guys that he couldn’t see how seriously messed up Franz Dresden really was. The man, or rather angel, was a flipping head case with the personality of a fire-breathing dragon. He hated her with a passion she couldn’t explain, and she couldn’t say she liked him all that much either. Clearing her throat suddenly she steeled herself to knock on the door again. When the top angel told you to do something, you did it, no matter how much you wanted to bail out and run for your life. Quickly rapping on the thick wood she waited for him to answer, she knew he had to be inside; it was where he always went to sulk. And after the argument that left her drenched in bourbon and him sporting a nice imprint of her palm on his cheek he just had to be sulking. With no answer from king asshole Karmen pushed the heavy door open and peered over at the blonde angel who stood near the fireplace, his dark eyes clouded in concentration as he contemplated the flames. He didn’t move to acknowledge her presence, which was fine with her. She was perfectly content on just standing there and pretending she’d actually talked to him enough to appease Michael. She had no plans on making things right with Franz; after all, it had been him who started the entire fiasco.
“You’re still as childish as you were two hours ago it seems.” He lifted his head to stare over at her, his heated gaze simply devouring as he took in her hurriedly thrown together attire. She was dressed from head to toe in black, as usual, sporting a formfitting pinstriped skirt and matching suit jacket. Her black six-inch heels were simply deceptive, making her appear at least five-foot-six when she naturally only stood five-foot-one. Her hair, which had previously been dripping wet with alcohol was pulled back in a messy bun, red tendrils slipping free of the band and caressing her dark caramel skin. His tormentor was beautiful, dark and seductive with her exotically tilted eyes that closely resembled his own. He didn’t know why Michael kept pushing her on him, and while he wished he would just give up on whatever he was trying to do, he couldn’t help but find some reason to thank him. Karmen the Hellmouth was just the punishment he deserved for all the dark deeds that haunted him from the past. He deserved her accusing stare and harsh words, and her thoughts of how much she hated him that she obviously forgot he could read as clearly as if she’d said them out loud. He deserved her disdain for the awful words he’d hurled at her earlier that evening. Could she help it that she was born a Hellmouth? Was it her fault that the demonic energy inside of him craved her so powerfully it was bordering on madness? He hated that side of himself, the dark, animalistic part of him that always managed to lay just beneath the surface, just waiting on something to push him over the edge and send him spiraling into a rage. He didn’t want to be that person, especially not to her. He knew of her past, of the abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her human lover. Should he finally snap and no longer be able to hold back his demonic instincts he’d be even closer to falling. And not to mention he’d probably end up mortally wounding the woman who brought him as much pleasure as she brought him pain. Franz couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Karmen, so naturally he did what any other rational man would have; he pushed her away. “Why are you here? I thought I made it painfully clear that I never wanted to see you again. I knew you were ignorant but I had no idea it was to this extent.” His harsh words stung even him and he watched her flinch at his false insults. Karmen rolled her eyes and closed the door hard behind her, clicking the lock to make sure no one walked in on her shoving her foot up an angels ass. No matter how tight, or cute that ass may be…
“Okay you know what, I came here to make peace but now you’re just pushing it. Just who in the hell do you think you are?” She stormed over to him, past the dark mahogany desk and large leather chair. Karmen found herself staring up into a face that wasn’t feminine, but still beautiful in a way she found only angels could be. His skin, lightly tanned from hours spent training in the sun, stretched across bulging muscles that were barely contained by the tight, long-sleeved black shirt he wore. God his arms were a turn-on. Despite how gorgeous he may have been, with his straight blonde hair that hung around his face and partially hid those big ears of his that she found so utterly endearing, he was still the biggest asshole the world over! From the moment she’d met him those gorgeous lips of his had been spewing nothing but insults at her. He was utterly infuriating and the more time she spent around him the more she couldn’t help but wonder how such a stunningly beautiful blonde Adonis could have such a shit personality. Franz’s gaze seemed to darken then as he stared down at her. Oh that’s right, angels were telepaths. Fuck.
“You continue to insult me even when you know what I could do to you. You’re either exceptionally brave–”
“Or fucking stupid. I know! You’ve told me that already!” She reached up to punch him in the arm but he grabbed her fist instead, sending her off balance and tumbling off her heels and into his arms. “Let me go!” Karmen growled as he pulled her closer instead of releasing her. The moment his body collided with hers his sanity went whirling out the window. He didn’t know what it was about Hellmouths and demons or why they had the immense need to fuck each other senseless but the demonic energy inside of him simply purred at the thought of doing just that. And he couldn’t resist it. He constantly teetered on the brink of insanity and this woman, this Hellmouth was the one factor that stripped away his practiced control and sent him careening into lunacy. He needed her. Desperately. And if she didn’t find someway to escape his slowly tightening grip he would have her. In every single way. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Karmen continued to struggle as Franz buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her anger and trepidation. Part of her was afraid of him, and somewhere deep in the back of his mind he understood why. He was a monster and she was about to be devoured. Franz released her just long enough to sweep everything off his desk and onto the floor, important documents went flying and his antique crystal lamp shattered against the floorboards. Karmen opened her mouth to scream but the sound was lost as he covered her lips with his. She felt her body tense, her hands going to clutch at his biceps as her mind tried in vane to figure out what was going on. Was Franz kissing her? The man who, not two hours ago, told her she should have never been born? His tongue brushed her bottom lip before forcing it’s way into her mouth and that answered her question. Karmen felt the ridge of the desk press against her backside as she was slammed down onto it, her skirt riding up around the tops of her thighs as Franz pressed her into the wood. His heavy hand against her shoulder held her in place as he lifted one of her legs around his waist. Karmen couldn’t breath as he pressed himself against the center of her body, every inch of her going up in flames at the feel of his hardening erection against the thin layer of her panties. Never in a million years would she have guessed that her body would respond in this way. Not to Franz! But she couldn’t deny that the heat from his hands on her flesh drove her wild, that her lips, dark and bruised from his kisses begged to taste him again. “Franz…” She tried calling out to him but the sound of his name only seemed to drive his passion higher as the speed of his frenzied movements increased. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her throat as he bucked against her body, her hips trembling in response. Franz ran his hands up her waist, grabbed a fistful of fabric in either hand and ripped her suit jacket open. Buttons went flying. Karmen arched her back as he proceeded to shred her thin camisole and bra, his fingers hard against her tender flesh as he cupped her breasts and leaned to take a pebbled nipple between his teeth. She arched into his touch, her legs clenching around his waist as she pulled him closer. She couldn’t begin to fathom what was happening between them but her body refused to overanalyze the situation. She wanted him, despite how much her brain told her she hated him, that she was angry and hurt by the words he’d so carelessly hurled at her. None of that seemed to matter the very second she felt his skin against hers. Again his name fell from her lips as his hands travelled down her body to her skirt. Instead of even attempting to find the zipper he just tugged it up around her waist and went straight for her panties, shredding the material and tossing the remains away. Franz didn’t hesitate to touch her, his fingers sliding against her slick folds as he explored her intimately. He wasn’t as rough as he’d been previously, but that didn’t mean he was gentle either. Franz pulled her into a sitting position as he continued to play, his teeth at her neck as he nipped at her skin. Karmen let her hands slide up his arms, gripping them tightly as she rolled her hips into his touch, a moan leaving her as he pressed harder against her swollen sex. Her stomach tightened as he growled at her heated response, his breath against her ear making her see stars. “Please.” She begged him, but for what she didn’t know. She just needed release; she needed him to ease the ache he’d started deep inside of her. Franz pulled his hand away from her body just long enough to rip open the front of his dark jeans, his cock springing into his hands. Karmen groaned as her back was once again slammed against the desk, one of his strong hands lightly gripping her throat as he held her in place. A gasp of pleasure left her as she wrapped her hands around his forearm, scoring the flesh lightly with her fingernails. She felt him rub the head of his cock against her clit, teasing her gently as he fumbled to find her entrance, and when he did he thrust in hard without warning, sinking his entire length inside of her in one stroke. Karmen bit her lip to ward off the scream that welled up in her throat. There was nothing gentle about the way he rode her, about his hands as they gripped her hips until she knew he would leave bruises behind. “Franz!” She growled as she sat up in his arms and took his face in her hands, staring into brown eyes that were dark with lust. “I’m not a fucking animal!” She told him, sliding her hands down his chiseled chest until they came to rest on his stomach. “Slow…love me slow.” She ordered and he slowed his frenzied pace, his mouth hanging open as his breath left him in quick pants. Now that she had his attention she grabbed the end of his shirt and tugged it over his head, displaying a bounty of golden flesh. She didn’t know why all angels seemed to be so unbelievably tanned but she was appreciative. Karmen let her hands slide back down his chest as he continued to thrust slowly, his arms flexing around her as he flattened his hands on the desk, encircling her in heat. She couldn’t help but moan as she leaned forward to taste him, her tongue playing at the hollow of his throat before sliding up to his chin. Franz trembled under her ministrations, every muscle in his body straining to keep him from slamming back into her and claiming her the way his very soul told him to. He lowered his head to lean against hers, capturing her lips with his own and nipping gently. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body tightened instinctively around his. He just couldn’t understand why though. By all rights she should have been screaming out for help, begging someone to save her from the monster who was all but raping her.
“Karmen, I don’t underst–” He tried but much to his surprise she pulled back and slapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. Karmen groaned as she rolled her hips into his.
“Shut up. Whenever you open your mouth you fuck everything up.” She moaned, gasping when he pinched one of her nipples hard enough to make it hurt. “Fuck you.” She panted and he chuckled darkly. Before she knew it she was once again thrown back against the desk. Franz wrapped his hands around her hips and thrust into her hard and deep. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he continued to pound relentlessly into her quivering frame.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this.” He demanded, his voice pleading as she worked herself against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“I want you.” She acquiesced, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he all but slammed into her. His vigor renewed by her words he pulled out of her suddenly, leaving her panting, moaning in disappointment and gasping for breath.
“Turn over.” He ordered, slapping at her hip until she rolled onto her stomach, her breasts pressed hard against the smooth surface of his desk. Karmen lifted her head to stare back at him, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she let her eyes play on his body. Franz pressed back inside of her, eliciting a strangled cry from the woman beneath him. He could hear her nails raking over his desk as she searched for something to hold onto. A smirk lit his face as he grabbed her behind one of her knees and pulled it up before slamming into her hard enough to make the desk shake. Karmen cursed as he rode her fast and hard, the sound of their bodies colliding almost erotic as it fueled the flames he’d started inside of her body. His name fell from her lips over and over like an oath, her moans serving as a constant encouragement.
“Fuck.” She cursed and he chuckled, leaning against her back so he could whisper huskily into her ear.
“You have a filthy mouth.”
“And you fucking like it.” She pushed her hips into his, his chest rumbling against her back as he growled. Franz wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the desk and moved to sit in his oversized desk chair with her in his lap.
“Ride.” He growled against the shell of her ear and she wasted no time complying, leaning forward and planting her hands on his knees as she lifted herself and dropped on his cock. Franz groaned at how good she felt, his hands on her hips as he thrust into her. Karmen couldn’t breathe from the immense amount of pleasure Franz gave her. Her entire body was wound so tightly she felt as if she would break at any moment and shatter into a million pieces. And then it happened. She threw her head back as Franz hit something inside of her, her body trembling as her orgasm flooded her. She could hear someone screaming and it took her seconds to realize it was her own strangled voice reverberating off the dark wooden walls of his office. She could only whimper as he continued to thrust against her, ringing her dry as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. It wasn’t long before he joined her there and in a few more quick thrusts he was shouting her name, his cock tightening an instant before he spilled himself inside of her. Karmen fell back against his chest, completely spent as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. They were drenched in sweat; their bodies limp as their strength was completely sapped. “Did you really mean what you said?” He asked her suddenly and she frowned, having to struggle to force her fuzzy brain to remember what the hell he was talking about.
“You mean that you fuck up everything when you open your mouth?” She asked and he tensed, hesitating a full second before responding.
“Yes. To put it frankly, you talk too fucking much.” She growled and he cocked a finely arched blonde at her.
“Is that so?”
“Yes! For example, you want to talk when you could be bending me over the desk again.” She grinned devilishly and Franz frowned before growling.
“Well I didn’t know I had fucking permission.” He pushed her off of him, relishing in her surprised yelp as he forced her back over the desk and pulled her hips flush against his.