Page 156 of Hell Breaks Loose

“I know.” Her words are insistent. Passionate.

She’s close now, standing a few feet away, and the scent of her hair wafts into my nostrils, filling my senses. The effect is…

Overwhelming. Arousing.

Something dislodges in my memories, seeping through the wall.

“H–Hellena?” I whisper, my eyes closed, savoring that delicate scent, a hint of cinnamon, a flicker of memories. Her skin. Her lips.

“Yes, yes. I’m here,” she breathes into my ear, taking me in her arms.

I shouldn’t let her get so close. I’m dangerous.

And I must have said those words out loud.

“I don’t care. I’ve known exactly who you are since the day I met you in your office, Evan DeSante. And I want you now like I wanted you then.”

“I can’t remember…”

“Then let me show you.” Her lips graze along my jaw, kissing along my cheek, brushing against my lips.

The sensation is more than I can bear. It’s beyond my wildest dreams.

When we kiss, my head explodes in lights, a shower of sparks behind my eyes.

I never want this to end.

Pulling her into a tight embrace, I explore her body, the soft curves swelling a sensation in my chest that I’ve only felt in dreams, but never in real life.

The clothes in the way distract me for a moment. I need them gone.

Fingers fumble with the buttons on her shirt.

“Wait.” She laughs softly, grasping my hands. “Come inside. Stay with me…”

An ache that can’t be sated, linked with a satisfaction that fulfills every bit of who I am.

At that request, I melt, following along behind her, the softness of her hand in mine, through the door on the bottom floor.

She’s in my arms again the second the door clicks shut behind us.

My lips graze across her exposed neck, tracing the lines of her down into the crook and sampling the taste of her skin. Under my fingertips, her skin is so warm, smooth, tantalizing.

Every voluptuous curve of her figure conforms to my body.

Flooding my chest with emotions I don’t know what to do with.

The swelling desire consumes me.

“Evan,” she hums, gasping at the other part of me swelling to her presence.

“Hell…” I beg her, helping her drag my T-shirt over my head.

Our lips collide, tongues intertwining.

Each new sensory experience is popping in my mind, rippling through my nerves.

Tingles. Chills.

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