Page 49 of His Angel

Water churns wildly around us, splashing against my chest, my thighs, as I ride him like I’ll break him. My nails rake his chest, red lines blooming under ink, and he groans—low, guttural, wrecked—his hands gripping my ass, urging me on.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he snarls, teeth grazing my collarbone, “use my cock.”

I do. Fiercely, frenzied, every thrust a claim. Every roll of my hips a demand.

Sweat beads on my skin, mixing with chlorine, dripping down my spine, and I’m a storm—clawing, grinding, lost in the heat of him. His cock fills me, stretches me, and I can’t get enough…can’t stop…my moans loud, shameless, echoing into the night.

He’s panting, cursing, his grip bruising as he meets me thrust for thrust, water sloshing chaotically between us.

Every molecule in my being is possessed by something fierce, dark, a lust and desire that’s unleashed like it’s been trapped my entire life.

Hungry for his taste, I slam my lips against his, dragging my tongue through his mouth like it’s mine, like every inch of him is all mine. It’s like a fever, a frenzy of heat burning my veins while the cold water laps against my skin. And his taste…oh, God, his taste. It’s no longer just bourbon, but something stronger, something far more dangerous.

Mine.

Possession explodes, wild and hot, refusing to be ignored, and I’m drunk. Consumed. Addicted. It’s a madness that has me biting his lip, and he hisses, the taste of blood exploding on my tongue.Hisblood. And I still instantly, horror and something heady flooding my system as I watch the red pool on his bottom lip.

The sight of his tongue darting out, tasting it, the way his eyes flash with something deranged sucks the air from my lungs, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of whatever the hell this is, losing myself to it because,by God, it’s fucking euphoric, freedom I’ve never tasted before.

Isaia wipes his lip with his thumb, his expression all sharp edges and dangerous corners as he presses his finger,his blood,against my lips, his gaze fixed on my mouth.

Something twisted binds my insides and I slip my tongue out, lapping it up, savoring the metallic tang, an exquisite taste of his soul that makes my head spin. And like an addict, I moan as he slips his thumb into my mouth, giving me more.

“You like my taste, baby girl?”

I moan my approval.

“Words, Everly.”

“Yes,” I breathe, panting as he pulls his finger out.

“What do I taste like?”

I lick all around my lips, keeping his gaze, and abruptly thrust my hips, taking him deep, feeling a sense of power as he curses under his breath.

“You taste,” I murmur, then weave my fingers through his hair, leaning in to suck on his bleeding lip, “like mine.”

“There she is.” He grabs my throat, lips hovering close to mine. “You’re finally seeing what I knew all along.”

“And what’s that?”

His teeth graze my jaw. “That you were made to fuck,” he rasps, sliding his thumb on my chin, forcing my mouth open wide for him. “I’m going to have so much fun making you my little fuck doll.”

I dart out my tongue, licking at the blood on his lip. “What if I wantyouto bemyfuck doll?”

“Oh, baby—” he tightens his grip on my throat “—you can ride my dick however, wherever you fucking want.”

“Well, I want it now.” I swirl my hips, angling myself so he goes so deep, it hurts.

“Jesus Christ,” he snarls, and something snaps—his control, his sanity—gone in a flash of red and lust.

His eyes go black, wild, and he grabs me, hands brutal on my hips, yanking me down as he thrusts up, hard, savage, plowing into me with a force that has me gasping for air I don’t want or need because all I need is him. Us. This.

Water erupts around us, a violent storm of splashes, and he’s out of control, growling, snarling, fucking me like a man possessed.

“Mine,” he roars, teeth sinking into my shoulder, breaking skin, and the sharp sting mixed with his relentless pace, driving his cock deep, rushes me to that sweet oblivion of pleasure.

Isaia’s merciless, each thrust a punishment, a prayer, and I’m screaming, clinging to him as I come so hard, my mind breaks while my body detonates.

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