Page 188 of Never Fall for an Angel

It’s not long before he’s growling, shooting his release into my throat and robbing me of what little air I have left in my lungs. I swallow everything he gives me greedily, my arousal dripping down my thighs.

“Up,” he orders roughly, tugging me to stand before either of us has even gotten our bearings.

He grips me around the waist, hauling me onto the bed, and drops to his knees in front of me. Shoving my dress up to bunch around my hips, he tosses my heels to the rug behind him before his lips latch around my aching clit. He throws my legs over his shoulders, spreading me wide with a quiet growl.

His tongue swirls through my folds as he feasts on me. My head falls back to the comforter, my back arching and my hands gripping the sheets, his hair, myownhair—anything I can get my hands on to steady myself at the warmth slipping through my veins.

His fingers tighten to near-bruising strength when he slips his tongue inside me, fucking me with it.

He smirks, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

“You have thirty seconds to come, Mila. Count.”

When I open my mouth to ask, he cuts me off.

“Count.”

“One . . .” I stutter shakily, the sound cutting off on a moan when he drops back between my legs, sealing his lips over my clit and fluttering his tongue. His eyes lock on mine, pulling me into their depths and turning my brain to mush.

It’s maddening.

Abruptly, he stops.

“Two . . . three . . .”

He resumes, his tongue slipping around my clit in circles. He slips his hand between us, sliding two fingers inside me while he sucks on my clit. I can feel my arousal seeping down my inner thighs, but he laps at it like it’s honey. A deep groan reverberates through his chest, and my pussy clenches around his fingers from the vibrations.

The pleasure swirls through me, my legs shaking as the orgasm builds. Right before I reach the edge, a sharp sting on my clit has me gasping and surging against his mouth.

“Twelve!” I shout, my voice hoarse and my back bowing off the bed.

“That’s it. Let me have it, Mila.”

He fucks me with his fingers, curling the digits up to stroke some deeply buried part of me that only he seems to know, and I groan, throwing my head back against the comforter beneath me.

“Fuck, I need inside you,” he grits through his teeth, dropping his gaze down the length of my body to watch his fingers enter me. “You going to come for me like a good girl?”

My pussy clenches in response, and I nod frantically, fisting the comforter on either side of me. “Twenty,” I respond, and with a devilish glint in his eyes, he leans down, wrapping his arms around my thighs and spreading me with both thumbs and sucks my clit between his lips. His tongue flutters over the swollen bundle of nerves, and it’s too much.

“Twent—Christian!” I scream, my back arching off the bed and my thighs threatening to close around his head.

White, hot light flashes behind my eyes, and my pussy clenches down on his fingers. I’m gasping, desperate for air, as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me a shaking puddle of need beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamned pretty when you come,” he grits against me, kissing his way up my body. My vision is spotty, my hair curling from his hands, and the sweat coating my hairline, sticking to my face. “Goddamn.”

He climbs up on the bed, forcing himself between my legs and crowding over me.

“Taste yourself,” he rasps, and I open my mouth wide. He obliges, spitting on my tongue before his lips find mine, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why I was so determined not to kiss him before.

Christian kisses with everything he has. Like he could rip my soul from my chest with a simple swipe of his tongue.

“You going to keep your lips from me again?” he rasps against my tongue and I shake my head. “Why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“Damn fucking right you are. Stay here.”

Climbing off the bed, he crosses to the other side of the room, opening an antique writing desk in the corner and grabbing something out. What it could be, I have no idea, but my stomach lights with nervous tingles when he stalks back towards the bed, his gaze searing against my skin.

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