Page 69 of Wild Angel

I’m curled up on his lap, his strong arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

I mewl, bundling up tighter, not wanting to move an inch.

My body is a mess. My mind is shattered.

But if I move, this moment is lost forever.

If I could trap this feeling, this overwhelming love, and content flooding me, I would. I’d crystallize it in amber and wear it around my fucking neck.

But everything has to come to an end.

The good.

The bad.

I’d be an idiot to think those rules don’t apply to me.

“Just one more minute,” I whisper. “Please, Caesar.”

He makes a sound I haven’t heard before, and I tip my head up to look at him. He’s staring at me with utter confusion, his dark eyes searching mine.

Then he dips his head and kisses me.

Softly.

Slowly.

So fucking gently.

“We can stay here as long as you want,” he says, his faint Colombian accent caressing the words. “Forever, even.”

“Forever sounds good.”

That makes him smile into our kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Savage

I’m brushing my teeth when Nyx saunters naked into my bathroom and turns on the shower. “Did you even sleep?” she asks, her back to me.

“An hour or two,” I lie.

I might have been horizontal, might have had my eyes closed, but I sure as fuck wasn’t asleep. I think she knows it too because when I glance at her reflection again in the mirror, she’s looking at me over her shoulder, her wild tumble of dirty blond hair gripped in one hand.

“Joining me?” she asks as she twists her hair into a messy bun on top of her head.

I bruised her yesterday in the car. Her ass is covered in dark smudges, some still recognizable as blurred handprints. Her hips too…one especially dark bruise just above her scar.

“Already showered.”

She says nothing, but her lips tighten a little before she slips under the water.

Nyx slept in my arms last night. I spent hours just watching her, counting her breaths, trying to decide if what I’m about to do is the right thing.

I feel like I don’t have any other option, but I know that’s bullshit.

This is all about me. My selfishness.

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