Page 35 of Never Fall for an Angel

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze continues to linger on me. Like I’m nothing more than a ghost lingering in the void. Tears well in my eyes, and I desperately try to force them back. Unfortunately, he notices and something flashes across his gaze before it’s replaced with a look of indifference.

“Why are you here?” I snap, venom coating my voice. “We’re done, right?”

His eyes flash dangerously in the moonlight, streaming through the window. He doesn’t answer, and as each second ticks by, my heart shatters a little bit more.

When it becomes clear I’m not going to get any answers, I shake my head and close my eyes against the burning sting,blurring my gaze. Unfortunately, a tear slips down my cheek from beneath my lashes.

He doesn’t deserve to see my pain . . .

“Go away, Christian. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

I attempt to stride past him, but before I can, he catches me around the waist, spinning me around. My hand comes up, but he catches my wrist in his fingers, preventing me from slapping him, just as my lips crash against his.

The moment our lips meet, it feels like coming home. A desperate whimper slips from my lips, and he lets out a rough growl, releasing my wrist to fist my hair, tugging me closer to him. His other hand grips my ass, holding me against his front, and I melt under his searing touch.

It’s angry and violent. Caustic and so perfect, my toes curl against the soft rug beneath my feet.

“Mila,” he murmurs gruffly when I reach for the button of his jeans. “This isn’t about that.”

“Then why are you here?” I breathe against his lips.

“Because I couldn’t stay away.”

“Please,” I whimper into his mouth and he lets out a gruff sound—a mix of pain and desire that goes straight to my chest and walks me backward towards the bed.

My family is right outside, but I couldn’t care less. All that matters is the aching desire building between my legs and the feel of his skin against mine.

The moment my back hits the comforter, my nails fingers fist in his shirt, tugging it up, and he rips it over his head. My dress comes off, then his jeans, and finally, he’s falling over me, gripping my hips, and hauling me down to meet the thrust of his cock.

The moment he pushes inside me, no barriers or foreplay, I let out a shaky moan, my body sucking him in greedily.

“Fuck,” he grits between his teeth, a shudder rolling through him.

Tears burn in my eyes from the sting, but I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good. I need this. Need him more than I ever thought possible.

“Christian,” I mewl, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Christ,” he says huskily, his head kicking back and his Adam’s apple bobbing with a heavy swallow. “I’ve been starved for you.”

Rearing back on his heals, he spreads me so my thighs are resting over his, his eyes locking with where he’s slowly slipping in and out of me. His grip on my hip tightens with each thrust and I’m sure I’ll have bruises to remind me of him in the morning.

He rolls his hips, stirring his cock inside and pulling down onto his length. I let out a gasp at how deep he is, my hands digging into his, and my core tightening as if I can keep him here.

“You and I will never be over, Mila,” he rasps, punishing me with harsh thrusts that only drive me towards the precipice of coming.

“Oh my God,” I groan, my head falling back and my eyes rolling from the heavy wave of pleasure when he brushes that sensitive spot inside me. I’ve been so lonely, aching for him, that I’m powerless to stop the orgasm as it rips through me. “Christian!”

“There’s my good girl,” he rasps, and I swear, I imagined the smile in his voice.

Flipping me over, he grabs my hips, dragging me back, and I whimper at his fist in my hair, a tingle slipping through me at the rough groan that leaves him.

“Why did you leave me?” I ask through clenched teeth when he continues to fuck me. He’s got my hands pinned to the mattress on either side of my head while he drives inside me like he can’t stop. Like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.

“Feel me, Mila. I’m right here.”

“You left,” I choke out, burying my face into the comforter below me.

“I’ll never leave you. Trust me, Mila . . .” he rasps, setting up a steady pace while I feel like the world is floating away around us. Nothing else matters right now.

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