Page 87 of Never Fall for an Angel

I may not trust him with my heart, but with my demons, there’s not another soul on this planet that could chase them away quite like him.

“Yes.”

“Then be a good girl and read that book while I enjoymypussy.”

Did he just . . .

“You’re insane,” I whisper, and his eyes light with wicked amusement.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

He nods toward the book, and with a shaky voice, I start reading where we left off. He lowers back down, his gaze locked on mine, and draws his tongue along my clit. I gasp, gripping the book tightly in one hand, the other diving into his hair while he sucks me into his mouth.

He groans, using his free hand to push my knee up beside my breast, the other slipping out of me to spread me open for him.

Warmth rushes through me when his tongue finds my clit again, my head lulling back against the cushions and a moan escaping my lips.

Then, he pulls back.

Fuck, I forgot to read.

I resume from a new paragraph, not even sure where I’d left off and Christian circles my clit with his tongue.

“Fuck, Mila. Like fucking candy, sweetheart,” he growls against my skin. The roughness of his voice shoves any of my reservations away, replacing them with a heat that threatens to scorch me alive.

My nails dig into his scalp, my fingers fisting the roots of his hair to drag him closer. His slide under my ass, raising me up to meet his tongue, and my head falls back on a moan.

“Christian,” I whimper, eyes clenched shut and skin flushed.

“No, you look at me when you moan my name,” he growls, and my eyes spring open to meet his. “That’s it,” he purrs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You aren’t reading.”

A tremble moves through me, my legs shaking. He lifts one, positioning it over his shoulder and opening me wide before he flattens his tongue and runs it along my pussy.

My head falls back, the book all but forgotten beside me when my hand falls, my back bowing off the couch.

“Oh, God . . .” His teeth graze my clit, before he sucks it into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over the sensitive bud.

“That’s it, Mila,” he murmurs. “Pray for me, sweetheart. Show me how it feels to be your god.”

My eyes roll back, my spine arching to get him closer. Fire spreads through my veins, making my toes curl as the pressureexpands and expands, drawing up until I know I’m either going to explode or have the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had before.

“Christian, please,” I whimper, and he must know exactly what I need because he latches around my clit, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them up to brush over a spot I didn’t even know existed.

Stars burn in my eyes, the sound of his rough growl, his tongue fluttering over my clit—it’s all too much. My core pulses around his fingers, and the final moment that drives me over the edge is when his teeth lightly graze my clit, before he swirls his tongue through my slickness and sends me over the edge.

“Christian. . .” My head falls back to the couch. A moan rips free from my throat, and the pressure expands, forcing the orgasm to rip through me.

This orgasm is different, sliding through me in wave after wave of mind-numbing release. I don’t think. Ican’tthink about anything but him as my hips move against his tongue, and he growls against me, continuing his torture until I’m nearly shaking and pushing him away.

The moment his tongue leaves me, and he climbs up my body, a heavy sense of relief washes over me.

I’m not broken.

I’m. Not. Broken.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises, kissing a path up the side of my neck, rimming the shell of my ear, and then finally, nipping over the pulse point in my throat.

All the while, shivers roll through me, and I collapse back on the couch.

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