Page 138 of Angel Betrayed

He kissed her again. There was so much need in his kiss. A desperate hunger.

“You fell,” he growled against her mouth. “Dammit, Seline, I wasn’t worth the fall. You should have let me take the pain. I was going to come to you. I would have?—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “You were worth it.” She wasn’t going to regret any choice she’d made.

He captured her hand and led her away from the bar. She saw Cole’s shocked expression give way to a fast grin. “Fuckin’ about time,” the demon declared.

Yes, it was.

The bouncers near the private room stumbled in their haste to open the door for them. Sam pulled her inside. The door slammed closed behind them almost instantly.

Then he was on her. He pressed her against the wall. Sam caged her with his hands, and his mouth took hers. Lips, tongue. Wild, consuming, the hunger burned too hot, and she could only gasp against his mouth and hold on.

His sensual power filled the room. So much desire. All for her.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He hiked up her skirt. “Promise.”

“Try to keep me away.” Her hands were at the front of his jeans. She unhooked the snap and slid down the zipper. “Try.”

He yanked her panties away and tossed them to the floor. Then he lifted her up, positioned her, and paused only long enough to say, “I can’t be easy. Not this time. I’ve been starving for you.”

Sammael. Her Sammael. “When did I ever want easy?”

He laughed, then froze, staring at her with eyes that saw into her. “I missed you.”

His ragged confession stole her breath.

Then he was raising her hips higher, holding her with strong, warm hands, and the broad head of his cock pushed between her legs.

His gaze held hers as he thrust deep in one long, hard stroke.

Her legs wrapped around him, and she arched toward him.

She felt his control shatter. He began to thrust, to pump, in a feverish drive. Too fast and wild. No, just fast and wild enough. His mouth was on hers. His hand on her breast, his cock sliding right over the sensitive core of her body It was perfect. It was?—

Hard. Deep. Rough.

She came.

The explosion of pleasure rocked through her. He kept thrusting. Again and again, and a second orgasm built within her. The air crackled around them. She pulled in the energy. Took it, used it, and sent it right back to Sam.

The second time she came, he was with her.

His orgasm pumped into her, and Seline licked his neck. Licked, then bit.

Not easy.

The thunder of his heartbeat shook her chest. She didn’t want to move. Finally, she was safe.

Just where she wanted to be. Home.

Seline closed her eyes and listened to that fast pounding. “I missed you, too,” she whispered.

Sam stiffened. “Seline.”

Well, yeah, they’d covered that.

He stumbled back and adjusted his clothes. Seline shoved down her skirt, nervous once more now that the heat of their passion had cooled, and he was backing off. Backing off? Since when did Sam back away from sex?

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