Page 18 of Angel Unchained

Samantha

“Knox?” I whispered in the dark cell and pushed against his chest. But he didn’t move and I could barely feel his breath on my forehead.

His arms wrapped around me and his wings were underneath me and over both of us, locking us in.

My nose itched and I fought off a sneeze, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.

The guards had beaten him severely. If he were a human, he’d be dead or in a coma with internal bleeding and multiple injuries. And he’d handed most of them their asses.

Which made me wonder how lethal he really was. I mean, he had the beam on him that forced me to do what they wanted, plus the prisoner bands on his wrists. How much more damage could he have done to them if free?

Something in my chest seized. Freedom. That was something I had taken for granted before all of this. Never thought I’d be here… in a prison cell and in the arms of an angel-like alien.

My hip where the damn Roulex had injected me still burned like liquid lava. I shifted my weight to get more comfortable and felt something hard against my thigh.

Holy shit! Was that Knox? I mean I’d felt him before when he was kissing and touching me, but my brain had been kind of scrambled at the time with all his sexiness and the endorphins flooding me.

I looked up from beneath my lashes to see if he was awake or watching me. But his breaths were even and his eyes remained closed.

What would it hurt? One little peek?

Damn it, Samantha, he’s married!I bit the inside of my cheek hard. Still, a deep ache started to throb in my core and I squeezed my thighs together.

Why did my body want him so badly? I’d sworn off married men since David, my ex. He’d told me he was single, but I found out later that he not only had a wife and kids, but another mistress other than me on the side. Dude was a leech. Ever since then, that had been my one rule in the dating world—no cheaters.

Yet, what was it about this alien that made me want to negate my standards?

I mean, I wasn’t hard-pressed for dates. Well. Technically now I was. I chuckled at my joke.

Okay, so checking Knox out wasn’t a sin. Right? I mean I wasn’t kissing him or anything… unlike before.

Guilt clawed into my gut. No, it was wrong. I mean, how would I feel if Knox was checking me out? Oh, I’d like that. And I’d loved feeling his lips and hands on me. Heat enveloped me and I squeezed my legs together harder.

God, I had to stop thinking about sex. Wait. What was in the shot they gave me? Shit! It was probably something that made me super horny. My gaze turned back to Knox and how handsome he was.

One quick peek and that was all. Just to satisfy my curiosity because he couldn’t be as big as he felt, right? I mean, I’d never seen an alien’s cock except in porn movies. And I was sure they used lighting and makeup to make the things look bigger. I mean one even had spikes on its dick.

I shuddered.

This is for scientific purposes only.I held my breath, taking one last glance above to make sure he wasn't staring at me, then I fingered the edge of his prison pants. My knuckles trace the smooth, hardness of his muscles. Yummy.

Stop it, Samantha. Just look and that’s it. No touchy.

But there’s a hot heat that spreads out from my core. I gently pulled down the edge of his pants and his cock twitched like it was awake and wanting me. My mouth went dry as I stared. Thick and wide and way too huge to fit anywhere inside me.

At the same time, I wanted to try. I wanted to taste him. Feel him buried deep. Heat flooded me and sweat beaded across my lower back. What was happening to me? Why could all I think about was sex, sex, and more sex.

Of its own accord, my hand reached out, lightly touching Knox. His cock jumped in my hand. Like it knew I was there, like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I closed my hand around him, but my fingers wouldn’t meet. Slowly, I pulled my hand up over his tip, then down again, and repeat. I was so fascinated with feeling him grow harder and bigger that I didn’t catch the change in his breathing. Not until he inhaled sharply and his hands grasp my shoulders.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

I licked my lips, dying for a taste of him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I was so hot and horny that I felt like I was burning up from the inside. “Don’t you want this? Want me?”

“Yes.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his breaths coming out in pants. “No.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I leaned into him, brushing my lips against his.

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