Page 233 of Never Fall for an Angel

Forcing myself, I pull out of her pussy, removing my fingers before replacing them with the head of my cock.

“Talk to me, baby.” My voice comes out a rasp, dark and depraved with savage need. I drizzle more lube on her ass before coating my cock, thrusting in my hand around the touch. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I . . .” she breathes, but it ends on a sharp breath when I push inside just the smallest inch.

Fuck. Me.

She clenches, and my fingers slip underneath her to roll her clit in slow circles while I pull out and push back in.

“Mila.”

“It burns,” she hisses through her teeth as the muscles protest and stretch around my cock. “It’s too much.”

I let out a dark chuckle that sounds insane, even to my ears.

“My cock was made for you, sweetheart.” I push all the way in, picking up my pace until both of us are trembling. “Whether it’s making you come buried in your ass or your pussy, you have always begged for me.”

“Christian,” she whimpers, a tear slipping down her cheek over the flushed skin.

Fucking hell.

Her breath catches when I slip deeper, feeling her body pushing back against mine as she accepts me inside her. Her cries dissolve into moans as my fingers continue to work her clit.

Fuck, this is like some really fucked-up endurance test.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” I grit through my teeth, heat traveling down my spine until I feel like I’m going to fucking bust. “Open wide for me. Show me how bad you want to please me.”

I close my eyes at the moan that slips free from her lips. Methodically, I work myself inside her until there’s nothing left for me to give, a tremor moving through me.

It’s not lost on me that she thinks I’m replacing the parts of her that she lost. She still thinks I’m the good guy. Her knight in shining armor, even if we both know it’s a lie. I’m a monster, just not one that has his sights set on hurting her.

I want to own every part of her. Body and soul as she does me, and I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want.

Slipping my hand up from her hip, I wrap my fingers around her pretty little throat, lifting her back until my lips press against her ear while I fuck her. She groans, her fingers fisting at the sheet underneath her while my hips slap against her ass.

“I was the first to fuck your pussy,” I grit, my voice betraying how close to fucking snapping I am. “Then, your mouth.” She arches her back more as her arousal coats my fingers. “And now your ass. You know why those men who took from you don’t matter?”

“No . . .” she chokes, and I know this angle has her feeling me in her stomach.

My tongue darts out to capture a stray tear on her cheek.

“Because they were just men,” I growl. “Men stealing an angel from the devil’s grasp. I’ll rid the fucking world of them for daring to touch what’s mine.”

“Oh my God,” she moans, her voice choked as I pull back, thrusting into her faster. I set a steady pace. One that makes me feel like I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Her ass grinds back against me, her back arching to take me deeper. She spreads her legs wider, granting me better access to her clit, and moans when I circle the tight bud faster.

“There’s my perfect little wife,” I praise. “So fucking greedy. How’s it feel, baby?”

“Good,” she breathes, voice cracking with desire.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she pants, sweat dotting her hairline and her face bright red as she screws her eyes shut.

“Fuck,” I growl fucking her deeper. Faster. She jerks in my grasp, so I press my palm to the back of her head, keeping her shoulders pinned down and her ass in the air for me. “Feel how deep I am, Mila?”

“Please, Christian . . .” She moves her hips back against me as much as she can with the angle we’re in, and I meet each of her thrusts. Both of us completely lost to the pleasure as I fuck her faster. Her spine arches and desperate cries spill from her pretty lips as I tighten my hold around her throat, stealing her breath as she steals mine.

The sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, and my fingers strumming her clit feel like they’re going to fucking fall off, but neither of us stops. Sweat slips down my abs and back, heat gathered in the base of my spine to stave off coming for as long as possible.

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