Page 11 of Angel Condemned

Her breath sped up, her gaze locked on my mouth. My cock twitched in my pants. All I had to do was lower a hair more and our lips would touch.

I expected her to cower or shy away. But she grasped the prison shirt in a fist and drew me to her.

Her soft lips fit mine perfectly. She curled her fingers into my hair. Her kiss matched mine…hungry and yearning. I was heady with the taste of her, the feel of her in my arms. I licked, and nipped, and sucked, unable to get enough. My hands locked on her waist because if I moved them, they’d be tearing at her clothes.

She moaned against my mouth, confirming she had craved me too, our tongues dueling with need and still I wanted more.

When her fingers tentatively touched my horns, a growl rumbled in my chest.

Another scream rent the air, and she stiffened. Damn, bloody Roulex.

Our breathing was ragged, and she dropped her hands.

I’d let myself get carried away. Jody was addictive… like a dangerous drug. Now that I had a taste of her, I wanted more. Her scent lured me to keep kissing her. To make her mine. But I couldn’t. That would be giving the Roulex exactly what they wanted, and I would fucking never let them touch a child.

Hardening my heart against the passion throbbing in my veins, I stepped back.

“Okay, Dilbert,” she said, her pants evening out and a sly smile on her face that brought out a dimple in her left cheek. “What’s your name?”

We were getting too close, too familiar. I should have stayed the hell away from her. I swallowed the bitter taste burning the back of my throat at what I had to do. “Call me Dilbert once more and I will make you regret it.”

She flinched like I struck her, and guilt punched me in the gut.

“Oh?” She recovered quickly, lifting her chin. “Then how about prick or asshole? Either of those fit you better?”

I reached out to grab her arm, intent on either shaking some sense into her or kissing her again.

“No.” She jerked away, her grey eyes blazing. “We had a deal. So now I get to call you whatever I want.”

This was for the best. I needed her angry at me. To hate me. She’d never let me kiss her again. Which was good because next time I wouldn’t be able to stop.

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