Page 137 of An Unexpected Ascension
“Okay.”
I lead him into my room, shutting the door behind us. Stopping before my bed, I grab hold of the wooden bed post, turning my back to Lynx. With steady fingers and nothing but his heavy breathing, he drags the zipper of my dress down. The purple fabric pools at my bare feet, leaving me in nothing but black lace and the daggers strapped to my thighs. His featherlight touch vanishes as his footsteps retreat.
“Wait.” I stop him.
Spinning, he faces me, looking over the harsh black fabric against my pale skin. His gaze stops just above my pelvis and by the way his brows are knitting together, I know what he’s thinking.
“Don’t.” I swallow. “Don’t think about it.”
He snaps his stare back up to mine.
“Thinkabout what?”
“Don’t think about that night. Forget it ever happened.”
He steps closer.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to look at me like that. Like I’m damaged.”
“Aren’t you? Isn’t that how you look at yourself, Angel?”
My heart sinks.
“I wish you never saw that,” I whisper.
“I wish you never did that.” He closes the distance between us, cupping my face in his hands. “But I understand it.”
I fight the tears stinging my eyes and the lump in my throat.
“How can you?”
“Because if I were you, I probably would have done the same.”
I stare at him, at the pain etched in the features of his beautiful face. That pain he holds for me, the woman who’s related to the man that murdered his sister.
“You can kiss me now.”
The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smirk.
“Oh, can I?”
I nod, nibbling my lower lip between my teeth. My fists grip the lapels of his suit jacket to hold me steady. The anticipation of his mouth against mine nearly knocks me over.
He lowers his face.
“One of these days you’re going to kiss me, Angel. You’re going to kiss me of your own free will and you’re going to love every second of it. You’re going to kiss me because you fucking want to. Until then, I don’t mind being the aggressor.”
I don’t bother denying any of it as his lips crash into mine. Like a bomb finally detonating, his taste explodes against my tongue and his fingers thread through my hair anchoring me to him.
Though our mouths are the only parts of us caught in worship, I feel him everywhere. On my skin, caressing my swollen breasts,playing with the heat between my thighs. His kiss is consuming, rivaling the hottest pits in Hell.
“Fuck me.”
The heat of his mouth evades mine as he pulls away, his fist wrapped in the hair at the back of my head.
“You’re drunk.”
