Page 35 of Lust Hate Love (Fallen Angel 4)

Another throaty chuckle left him, and then, as if he was making it his mission to drive me out of my goddamn mind, his lips grazed the sensitive skin along my neck, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that went through me. My dick throbbed to the point of pain as Levi bit down on my lobe, and then he whispered, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I nearly blacked out as Levi firmly wrapped his hand around my erection and gave a rough stroke.

Jesus Christ, I wasn’t gonna make it. It’d been too long, and I’d wanted this too much, and…fuuuck.

My chest heaved with the exertion it took not to come as I grabbed Levi’s arm hard. “Wait.” I panted, waiting for the urge to pass. “Just…wait a second.”

Confusion crossed Levi’s face, and then, like he’d come to the wrong conclusion, he narrowed his eyes. “I swear to God, if you walk out of my suite after all this, I will—”

I shut him up with a kiss, still gripping his arm as I walked him back toward the bed. When I ripped my mouth free, I removed his hold and gave him a wicked grin.

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, Levi. I don’t plan on leaving until both of us are thoroughly fucked.” And then, before he could react, I shoved him down onto the bed.

Twenty-Three

Levi

SHIT.

AS MY ass hit the mattress, I reached out behind me to steady myself as I stared up at what could only be described as the best damn view I’d seen in my life.

Killian had stepped forward between my splayed thighs, and as I took in the picture he made, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for my hard-on. With his hair still damp from the shower he must’ve taken before arriving, a couple of strands fell forward into his eyes, which roamed over every inch of me he could see. His built chest continued to heave as his gaze dropped to my hand, and when he licked his swollen lips, still slick from mine, I pumped my hips up and gave myself a harder stroke.

“Fuckin’ hell, Levi…”

He reached down to slowly unbutton his jeans, and my own impatience grew. I watched with greedy eyes, wanting more than anything to see the Killian from my fantasies standing naked in front of me, where I could finally touch him, finally have him touch me. And as if he knew just how much I wanted it, the sexy bastard paused at the button and brought his eyes to mine.

“Hmm, I like that sound.”

Sound? What fucking sound?

“That groan you just made in the back of your throat,” Killian said, and then slowly began to draw the zipper down. “That didn’t sound frustrated, that sounded— What did you call me?”

How he expected me to think as he reached inside his jeans and freed his cock was beyond me. But when it finally appeared, and I got my first look of what I wanted inside me as soon as possible, I licked my lips, and Killian chuckled.

“Ah, yes, needy.”

My hand automatically squeezed my cock at the sound of Killian’s raspy voice, and then he chuckled.

“Lie back on the bed, Levi.”

Not about to argue, I scooted back on the plush white duvet, my hands and body sinking into the material that reminded me of a cloud. With my eyes locked on Killian, I paused when I reached the middle of the bed, and before I lay back, I reached for the elastic band of my sweats, more than ready to get them the hell out of the way.

“Uh ah,” Killian said as he placed a knee on the mattress, and then—holy shit—crawled his way up my body. “Getting you naked is my job tonight.” When he reached my cotton-covered erection and stopped, I swallowed and craned my head to look down at him just to be sure I wasn’t imagining this.

But no, I could feel Killian’s warm breath through my pants, teasing my dick, and when he slipped his fingers into the waistband and began to tug them off, I automatically raised my hips, wanting to be naked with him, wanting it all.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Killian said so softly, so reverently that it almost sounded as though he was talking to himself. But when he raised his head and his smoldering eyes found mine, it was clear his message was for me, and me alone.

The smile that crossed his lips was downright immoral. He tugged my sweats all the way off and then tossed them off the end of the bed, then moved to his knees and subjected me to the most scorching once-over I’d ever received.

“You are the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said, as he shoved his hand into his jeans and fisted his length, and there was no way I wasn’t about to reciprocate. I wrapped my fingers around my aching shaft, and as I bent my legs and placed my feet on the duvet, a loud growl left Killian’s throat.

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