Page 59 of Her Dark Angel

“And now I’m the only one without pants on,” I point out as my sweatshirt joins my soaked jeans on the shower floor.

Nash smirks as his eyes rake over the matching lace bra. When I got changed into my comfiest pair of jeans, not bothering to put a shirt on under my sweatshirt earlier this afternoon, I never would have thought I would be standing in front of Nash, watching as he rid my body of the material. I also never thought the man would see me in a matching lingerie set, yet here we are.

In one swift movement, Nash is on his feet in front of me. He spins us around and lowers me onto the warm tiles. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as he tips his chin up. “Lie down, little devil.”

Doing as I’m told, I turn and lie flat on the tiled bench, gazing up at the man before me. The heat in my core intensifies as I watch Nash lower himself onto the bench, settling between my legs. The bench isn’t long enough for him to fit his six-foot-four frame comfortably, but somehow, he makes it work.

My heart is in my throat when his fingertips brush the skin on my hip, teasing the waistband of my panties. My hand fingers his damp curls, holding onto them for support as he hooks his fingers around the thin material and pulls it down my legs.

Now, I’m fully exposed to him.

The thought alone has my pussy dripping for him. I have the strong urge to clench my thighs together, but Nash is holding them apart with his large hands, his eyes wandering over my core.

“So pink,” he breathes, admiration on the tip of his tongue. “And so fucking pretty.”

“Nash,” I utter softly, unsure what else to say. I want him to touch me, to taste me. I want him to do something. “Please.”

Nash grins as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “So eager, little devil.” His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh as his mouth descends on the soft skin there, kissing and sucking until he inches his way to where I want him the most. “Well, lucky for you, I’m always eager to please, especially when you have a cunt that I’m dying to get my mouth on.”

Stars shoot across my vision when his lips press against my exposed pussy. My grip on Nash’s hair tightens when he runs his tongue down the center of my folds, the pleasure forcing my back into an arch. His grip on my thighs tightens to hold me in place as he devours my core, lapping and licking the skin like a depraved, hungry man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Fuck, Nash,” I moan and press myself against his mouth, begging for more. I need more. “Please.”

A deep rumble vibrates across my pussy as Nash chuckles against me, which only heightens the pleasure coursing through my body. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head when he slips two fingers inside of me while his tongue expertly works my slit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

This man knows what he’s doing, which isn’t a surprise given how many women are on his tally. But that doesn’t bother me. Not when my core is coiled so tight that I’m seconds away from exploding on his tongue.

“Nash,” I pant, tugging on his hair a little harder as my back arches. I hook a leg over his shoulder, and he uses it as leverage to deepen his fingers inside of me. His pace doesn’t falter even as I stifle a cry of pleasure. “I’m so close.”

Nash pulls away long enough to meet my gaze. A smirk touches his lips as he continues to drive his fingers into me mercilessly, hitting my G spot with each pump. “Come for me, little devil. I want to hear you scream my name.”

That was all it took for the pressure in my core to explode, sending colorful spots of light dancing across my vision as I come all over Nash’s fingers. His name explodes from my throat, and I just know he’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin because I did exactly what he asked of me. But I don’t care. Not when I feel this satisfied.

My hold on Nash’s hair grows lax and my arm falls limp by my side. No man has ever made me orgasm like that before, and now I’m wondering how I went so long without getting to experience such a high.

My body feels as though I’m drifting on a cloud—weightless and free—that I can’t help but smile.

Nash presses a kiss to my inner thigh before pulling away to hover over my body. He grins down at me with a satisfied look on his face. “I had no idea you were such a screamer, little devil.”

I playfully roll my eyes. “All right, don’t let it inflate your ego any more than it already is.” My eyes drift down to Nash’s crotch to see he’s still as hard as a rock beneath the material. “Let me help you with that.”

Before I can get my hand anywhere near him, Nash leans back on his knees and shakes his head. “This isn’t about me, Kin. I wanted to do this for you.”

I lean up on my elbows, my brows creased in a frown. “Why?”

Nash gets off the bench and walks over to the showerhead to finally switch off the running water. I cringe at how much water has been wasted since I first brought Nash in earlier, but I was too distracted to care until now.

He turns to me with an amused smile on his lips. “Is it really so hard to believe I wanted to get you off because I enjoy it? And mostly because I wanted to hear you scream my name, which I succeeded in doing.”

I roll my eyes and push myself into a seated position. My clothes are ruined on the floor beside me. They’re nothing but a sopping wet mess, so there is no way I’m going to be able to wear them home. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re back to your usual self.”

Nash tugs his lip ring between his teeth and looks down at his bare feet, kicking at a small puddle of water in the grout. “Yeah, about that…” He scratches the back of his head. “Thank you again for coming, I just… A lot is going on in my head and I just needed it to stop.”

“But not permanently, right?” I clarify with a raised brow. Knowing this situation could’ve been a lot worse for Nash if he had been overdosing instead of passed out makes my stomach twist uncomfortably.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Yes, not permanently. I didn’t mean to make you worry, but I appreciate you caring enough to check on me.”

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