Page 66 of Angel Betrayed

She blinked.

“When you came…” His head bent toward hers and his lips brushed across hers. “Sweetheart, you hit me with one powerful blast of energy. You didn’t take.”

Yes, she had. Her blood was pumping, and the energy all but crackled in the air.

“You gave me a surge of pure power, and it’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever felt before.”

She blinked eyes that had gone blurry. “That’s not possible. Rogziel—he said that I couldn’t ever transfer power. That if I wasn’t careful, I’d take too much from my lovers. All I can do is take, and if I take too much…” Her voice dropped. “I kill.”

Sam pushed his aroused cock deep into her eager sex. “Angels are good at twisting the truth.”

She lost her breath.

“I’m not weak.” His gaze almost seemed to burn her. “I won’t ever be weak, no matter how much you take.”

He wasn’t human. Not a sixteen-year-old boy who had fumbled with her in the dark and gotten a near-death experience for his trouble.

“You can’t drain me, but, sweetheart, you’re not even trying to. You’re…”

He withdrew. Thrust deep. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pushed back against him.

“Giving to me,” he gritted out, “making me stronger.”

He was making her stronger. With every touch. Every kiss.

His lips met hers in a hot, drugging kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth.

Tension filled her body once more as they moved together. The thrusts weren’t as wild this time. Slow and steady, so deep. Her sex, sensitive from her climax, closed eagerly around his cock.

“Let go,” he urged her. “Take. Give. Do whatever the fuck you want with me. You won’t hurt me.”

A lover who could handle her. She swallowed and held him tighter.

And took.

When the climax hit them both, the pleasure rushed through her body and flooded her being. She sent that pleasure out, working on instinct, and gave it right back to him.

The release she felt was so powerful that it stole her breath. Her heart nearly burst from her chest, and she held on to Sam as tightly as she could even as the ripples of climax rocked between them.

When she could suck in a full breath, she tasted power and pleasure.

And knew—as she’d suspected from the beginning—that she’d found an addiction.

Sam.

This time, he held her. He didn’t speak. Just wrapped his arms around her. And she heard the strong thunder of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

His heart pounded so quickly. A powerful beat. Not like before, with the boy she’d hurt so long ago.

“I’m not human.” Sam’s voice vibrated beneath her. She didn’t look at him, but her hand pressed harder against his body. “You know that means the usual rules don’t apply to me.”

She had to swallow again because her throat felt parched. “Meaning if you were human, I’d hurt you.” Because that was what she did. At sixteen it had been an accident, but as she’d gotten older, Rogziel had deliberately sent her out to lure others.

She hadn’t killed by draining them, but she knew that had been a risk.

“Who was he?” Sam’s fingers slid down her back, and goose bumps rose at his touch. For someone so dangerous, he could also be incredibly gentle at times.

“He was the first boy I kissed.” It was easier to tell the story without looking into Sam’s eyes. “And also the first boy I almost killed.” The kisses had turned into touches. Need had built within her. So hungry and new. She hadn’t even realized that something was wrong with the feelings she’d experienced, not until Patrick had collapsed.

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