Page 88 of Never Fall for an Angel

When he pulls back, he’s watching me with a darkness in his eyes I’ve never seen before. This look is different. Tinged in possession and something softer. Something that makes my heart beat wildly in my chest, and my toes tingle.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” I whisper because now that I’ve come, the guilt is starting to wash through me. The shame that I could enjoy something like that, despite the marks on my body saying that’s exactly what I am.

“Come here.”

I stare at him blankly when he rises, sitting on the couch beside me.

Watching me carefully, he leans back, holding out a hand.

A shiver ghosts through me, and slowly, I place my hand in his, letting him pull me into him. His arms come around me, his chin on top of my head while mine is against his bare chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.

“What . . . about you?” I ask quietly, the prospect of touching him almost as terrifying as not touching him. As not allowing myself to give into the experience and stop being afraid of what might happen afterward.

I’ve been on this island for nearly a month and already, I feel like I’m a completely different person than I was when I ran. Revenge or not, I know it’s because of him.

He presses his lips to my forehead, his voice rough and raspy. “Sleep.”

CHRISTIAN

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how fucking hot I am.

The second is Mila grinding against my rock-hard cock.

“Fuck,” I breathe, blinking up at the ceiling while Mila shifts over me, trying to adjust in her sleep. Looking down at her, the bright sunlight streams through the windows in the front, highlighting her hair in a million different shades of golden wheat. Her lashes sit heavily on her cheeks, her soft lips pouty and so fucking kissable, I reach up, brushing my thumb over them to tug her bottom lip from her teeth.

She moves again, and the friction would bring me to my knees if I weren’t lying down, her laying on top of me, our legs tangled together, and her arm wrapped over me.

When she stirs, letting out a soft little moan in her sleep, I can’t help myself, gripping her hips to still her.

Mila’s eyes blink open when I press my lips to her forehead.

“If you don’t stop grinding on my cock, little devil, it’s going to be your problem to deal with.”

A shiver slips through her and she lifts her head, her cheeks darkening when her eyes find mine.

Fuck . . . those eyes. I could get lost in those fucking eyes.

My hand slides down her back, resting just above the curve of her ass, the soft skin tempting and warm.

“Good morning,” she breathes, uncertainty in her gaze. We haven’t ever slept together. Not even before. It’s a big step. Probably not one either of us is ready for, but I haven’t slept that well in years.

I reach up, brushing the hair back from her face and ending with my knuckles slipping over the blush down her cheek.

“Good morning,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep and the need to go take care of the problem pressed between us.

I’ve stroked myself off every day since I brought her home. It’s just her. Having her in my fucking space. Especially when she fought me. I’ve always loved her fucking fire, but now, after being denied it for nearly a year, I’ve become an addict.

“I need you to get off me, Mila.”

She swallows over the lump in her throat, her hand resting on my chest. I hope to God she can’t hear how fast my heart’s beating.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

Fucking hell.

I still her before she can climb off me, guilt washing through me. I wanted her here. I’m not sure I would have given her up, even if she had tried to get up.

“You did nothing wrong.”

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