Page 95 of Her Dark Angel

I hate that I cannot seem to stay away from this man because he’s bad news. Nash is a man with a history of sleeping with any woman he fancies and then dumping them like trash the next day, their names forgotten in the wind. That fact alone should deter me enough to keep my distance and protect my heart. But it doesn’t. Whenever we’re alone like this, I’m putty in his hands and it’s infuriating but also so goddamn thrilling.

The fire in Nash’s eyes grows with my words, and I can’t help but swallow while gazing at the intensity of them. Fire licks at my core—a clear indicator the feeling is indeed mutual.

Despite their recent activity, the demons are silent. Not a single whisper echoes in the back of my mind and it’s because of Nash.

I’ve come to learn that only he can silence them.

“Kiss me.” I’m all but panting as I beg him for this simple task. Instead of putting out the fire burning between us, I want him to add fuel to it so that it engulfs us in a ball of fire. “Please, Nash.”

A warm blanket of security wraps around my shoulders, a reminder that whenever I’m with Nash, I feel safe.

Nothing can hurt me.

No one can hurt me.

Especially not him.

Nash is the safety net I had been desperately hoping would appear ever since I began the freefall into the depths of my soul, avoiding the outstretched hands of the demons lurking. Their claws have scraped me on the way down, but it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.

But at this moment, they can’t hurt me. They can’t even fucking touch me. And it’s because of the man standing in front of me.

A slow grin splits his devastatingly handsome features in two. “You know I love it when you beg, little devil. But be careful about what you beg for.”

In one swift movement, Nash wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and hoists me off the ground. The moment my legs wrap firmly around his waist, our lips meet in a fury of passion and fire so intense my body shivers at the contact. My lips part to allow Nash to slip his tongue into my mouth. A deep growl explodes from the depths of his chest at the contact.

Nash begins walking, but I don’t bother to check where because I’m too focused on running my hands over his chest, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

How this man is navigating the house in semi-darkness with his lips attached to mine is a skill that needs to be studied.

Moments later, Nash lowers me to the ground, our lips parting. The loss of contact allows me to take in our surroundings, only to see we’re in the living room standing in front of the couch. Nash’s hands find the button on my shorts, popping it open with ease.

I lay my hands over his to stop his movements. When our eyes clash in the darkness of the room, save for the light shining in from the foyer, they are filled with an emotion I can’t read.

I swallow hard at the sight of them. “We can’t do this here.”

“Johnny isn’t here.” The lust coated in his words sends a shiver down my spine and ignites my core with the same fire burning in his eyes. “And even if he were, I would pluck his eyes out before he ever got the chance to see you like this.”

Oh, my God.

Nash continues to work my shorts down my thighs while I shrug the jacket off his shoulders. One by one, articles of clothing find their way onto the ground around our feet until we’re both naked, staring into each other’s eyes.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol coursing through my veins or the silence in my mind, but I suddenly feel bold enough to shove Nash by the shoulders. He lands on the couch gracefully, my push not as strong as I thought it was, and grins at me. He slowly licks his lips as he gazes up at me, his cock hard against his stomach. The barbells through the head of it glint under the little lighting in the room.

“What are you doing, little devil?”

My eyes roam over the hard muscles in his chest and abdomen before tracing over each one of his many tattoos, committing each design to memory. I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from the beauty that is Nash Beck. He’s so devastatingly handsome that sometimes I struggle to wrap my mind around the fact he’s real.

I feel his eyes on me as I lower to my knees, the shag carpet soft against my skin. My hands slide up his long thighs, his skin feverish under my touch. Nash inhales sharply as he waits with bated breath for my next move.

My core aches for Nash—the need for him to touch me so strong I fear I may come with one touch. The wetness between my thighs is a strong indicator of how badly I want this man. Need him.

I fist the base of Nash’s cock and he hisses at the touch. Guiding the throbbing head to my mouth, I wrap my lips around him and take him down my throat as far as I can. The the head of the barbells glide along the inside of my mouth, adding another layer of intensity to the already tight ball in my core. His skin is hot and smooth against my tongue as I suck and tease him, earning deep groans that are so loud they echo around the house.

Nash wraps his hand around my hair and guides me further down his cock until I take every last inch of him down my throat. “Fuck, Kin. That’s it.”

I continue the same rhythm with the help of Nash’s guidance, holding onto his thick thighs for support. His hips jut up to meet my rhythm, fucking my mouth mercilessly. Saliva pools at the side of my lips with each thrust. I have to resist touching myself because my pussy is throbbing with the need to be touched, to relieve the pressure building.

Just when I think I might pass out from the lack of oxygen in my lungs, Nash pulls my head back, his cock slipping free from my mouth. With saliva coating my chin, I gasp for air and meet Nash’s gaze. His mismatched eyes are fucking wild as he gazes down at me.

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