Page 86 of Scarlet Angel

If she burns me, I’ll have one more scar to blend with the mix.

She succeeds with my trousers and releases me.

Pride flashes in her determined eyes.

Her thumb slides over my crown, but I reach for her, lifting her, and cup her jaw.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m not angry.”

If she’s with me, I need her to want it. To want me.

She dips her head. I glimpse a flicker of green, and then her lips cover mine.

I could lose myself in her kiss. Her tongue toys with mine, teasing, pulling me with her.

It’s been a fucked day. The shittiest. Yet her kiss feels like the heavens have opened.

All too soon, she slides from my lap, kneeling on the floor.

I lift my hips, helping her tug my trousers and briefs down.

Once again, she takes me in her hand.

My head tilts back, eyes rolling in my head as her tongue flattens against my base, and she licks my shaft.

“Holy fuck.”

She smiles through glossy, wet lips, then bends to take me.

Her hold is loose, and my fingers cover hers, tightening her grip, showing her what I like.

“You fucking me with your mouth has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

There’s a pop when she comes off me, but it’s her devilish smile that kills all patience.

I grip her wrist.

“Come here.”

She stands before me, and I pluck at the button on her denim.

“Where’d you get these?”

“You bought them for me.”

They fall to the floor in a pile around her ankles.

“Off with your shirt.”

“Do you not like these clothes?”

“I prefer you in dresses or skirts.”

I pause, staring up at her. “Why is your top still on?”

“Because yours is. You take off yours, I’ll take off mine.”

Such a temptress.

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