Page 79 of Her Dark Angel

I open my mouth to tell him exactly why, but the words die on my tongue. He must sense my hesitation and takes it upon himself to rest his hand on the exposed skin of my thigh. The contact is like a lightning bolt striking the top of a tower, igniting my entire body in flames. If I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned.

Somehow that’s the least of my concerns when I have the most devilishly handsome man staring down at me, his eyes wild and his jaw tense.

“Your body gives you away without fail,” Nash continues, voice low and menacing. He draws his hand up my thigh, tracing along the smooth skin until he reaches the waistband of my denim shorts. I inhale a deep breath, afraid to make any sudden movements. “Your skin erupts with tiny goosebumps whenever I touch you and becomes hot to the touch.” He tugs his lip ring between his teeth as he pops open the button on my shorts with ease. “The sharp intake of air when our bodies are inches apart is my favorite fucking sound.”

Holding my breath is a bad idea because I’m slowly becoming light-headed, but I can’t help it. Not when Nash’s hands are so close to the area I want him most.

His eyes find mine again and I all but whimper at the fire burning in the depths of them. The desire and lust are almost suffocating. “I don’t know how you’ve done it, little devil, but you’ve wormed your way into every crevice of my life. It’s both thrilling and fucking terrifying.”

“Nash,” I breathe, my heart racing wildly in my chest.

“What do you want, little devil?” he whispers against my lips, our bodies so close that the lack of contact is driving me insane, not to mention his knuckles brushing against my abdomen. “I will give you whatever you want if you ask for it. Beg for it even. I’m at your mercy.”

The demons lurking in the depths of my mind whisper their words of hurt in an attempt to pull me away from Nash.

But with Nash’s words of comfort lingering in my mind, a promise of staying by my side, it somehow drowns out the voices, silencing the demons to the deepest part of my brain.

With my mind clear, allowing me to really take in Nash’s intense gaze and the warmth radiating from his body, I realize that for once, I’m not afraid.

I’m not afraid to lower my walls and allow this man in enough to see a part of me I keep hidden.

I’m not afraid to let my body decide what it wants. For a long time, it never felt like mine—only an object for others to do with as they please—but when I’m with Nash, he reminds me that my body is my own and I’m the one in control of it.

And I’m not afraid to admit I want Nash Beck, even though I know I shouldn’t.

“I want this,” I choke out, the words barely audible. “I want you.”

“Are you sure, Kin?” he asks, his voice so deep it vibrates through my soul. “If you want me to stop I will. If you want me to leave the room I will. If you so much as even ask for me to stop the party downstairs and kick everyone to the fucking curb, I will do it with a smile on my face.” His warm breath fans against my lips. Hints of whiskey and nicotine consume my senses, making my head dizzy.

My breath hitches in my throat when Nash’s knuckles glide down the side of my face, the touch so light I barely register it. “Tell me what you want, little devil.”

With my heart pounding in my chest, I barely manage to whisper, “I want you, Nash.”

Nash stares at me long and hard, his chest rising and falling heavily as my words settle over us. The sudden silence makes me want to take the words back, but in a flash, Nash has his lips on mine. My fingers tangle in his inky curls, tugging gently in an attempt to get closer to him.

We frantically tear away items of clothing, needing to feel each other’s skin. I feel wild as my hands roam Nash’s taut body, feeling the tight muscles under my fingertips, unable to get enough of him. Nash expertly removes my clothing, leaving me bare in the matching white lace lingerie I threw on under my outfit.

Nash’s hungry eyes roam across my body, drinking me in and committing the image of me to memory, as if he’s afraid this will be the last time he sees me this way. “A little devil in white, how stunning.”

Before I have the chance to respond, he stands from the bed in nothing but black briefs and points behind me. “Lay on your stomach, Kin.”

Doing as I’m told, I crawl onto the bed and lay on my stomach. My pussy is throbbing and my underwear is soaked through with the anticipation of what is about to happen.

What does he plan on doing to me?

The bed dips under Nash’s weight, and within seconds his large hands grip my hips, lifting me so my knees are perched beneath me and my ass is in the air, exposed to him. I gasp at the sudden movement, but when I feel the fabric of my underwear slide over the curve of my ass and down my thighs, I can’t hold back the whimper that bubbles from deep in my core.

“So fucking wet for me, little devil.” His voice is thick with lust and desire.

A shiver races down my spine when his hand glides across my ass, his fingers dragging dangerously slow across my skin as if teasing me on purpose. I fist the black bed sheets, anticipation eating away at me.

Without warning, his finger glides through my wet folds, forcing a moan from deep within my chest. Sounds continue to fall from my mouth, muffled by my face pressed against the mattress as Nash teases my entrance, only to plunge his finger deep inside of me. I arch my back, the movement allowing him to slip in deeper.

“Fuck,” I cry, unable to hold back the curse words.

“You take me so well,” Nash comments gruffly as he slips in another finger, pumping in and out at a steady pace. “I can only imagine how well you’ll take my cock. Everyone downstairs is going to hear those pretty sounds from your mouth that are all mine.”

Suddenly, his fingers are gone, allowing me to inhale a few breaths, but the reprieve doesn’t last long before I feel Nash’s tongue press between my folds, sucking and teasing like a goddamn master.

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