Page 91 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Feel how wet you are, sweetheart?” I rasp, stroking my cock harder, my chest rising and falling with my rapid heartbeat. She swirls her fingers up to her clit, her back arching off the couch and her eyes locking with mine. “See how fucking hard you get me?”

“Christian,” she mewls, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks and a flush working up her neck.

“Forget about everything and just be here with me, Mila. Feel me.”

Her eyes tighten, her fingers working her clit faster. I speed up my pace, a groan passing my lips as heat lances up my spine.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her breaths panting between each stroke of her fingers on her pussy.

“That’smypussy, Mila. And when I fuck you, you’re going to feel me for days. You won’t be able to come without me inside you. That what you want? To be at my mercy.”

“Christian,” her head kicks back, and I can see she’s so close to coming, she can fucking taste it. Good thing, too, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.

“You want my cock? Fucking you until you can’t think of anything but how good it feels inside you?”

She clenches her eyes shut, and all I can do is grin savagely as her perfect little body tightens in front of me. Writhing with the need to come.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to watch you take me,” I growl, and she moans, the sound damn near sending me over the edge. I lean forward, my eyes transfixed on her as she makes herself come. “You going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“Yes, please, Christian . . .” she moans, even though she’s the one controlling this. She needs me to push her there.

“Come for me, Mila. Let me see you let go,” I grind out between my teeth.

She moans, her head falling back against the cushions, her fingers moving faster, harder until her body tightens, the orgasm ripping through her.

Finally, I let go, coming so hard I see stars behind my eyes and squirting into my palm with a feral groan. When both of us float back down to reality, her eyes lock with mine.

Then she fucking giggles.

I cock my head to the side, the sound doing something to my chest. “Are you laughing at me, little devil?”

She grins, and I realize this is the first time she’s smiled at me in a year. A real fucking smile.

She smiles atme.

Eat shit,Collin.

“I just realized Phantom got the whole bed to himself while we slept out here on this tiny couch.”

I chuckle under my breath, tucking myself back in my jeans and rising from the chair.

“Fucking dog’s got it better than most humans.”

I’ll admit, I didn’t like the little fucker at first. But . . . like everything on this damned island, he’s growing on me.

I head to the bathroom and clean up, cutting the water on for Mila to take a shower before I head back out to the living room. When I return, she’s curled up on the couch, in danger of nodding off again.

Stooping down, she lets me lift her up into my arms, carrying her to the bathroom, a breathless laugh leaving her lips.

Somewhere along the way, the lines between us became blurred. Instead of thinking about how I’m going to get her safe and back to her family, I’m suddenly thinking about ways to keep her here.

It’s dangerous. Stupid fantasies that will never come to light.

When I sit her on her feet, though, and there’s a moment where both of us are breathing the same air, my dick telling me to kiss her despite her pushing me away before, and my head telling me it’s for the best if I don’t . . . those lines might as well be nonexistent.

“Take a shower. I’ll start breakfast.”

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