Page 83 of Fallen

I swallowed a groan.

Taking off my shirt, I undid my jeans and eased the zipper down. Leaving the jeans on for now, I ran my hands up the fishnets to her hips.

She took a short, aroused breath. “Jesus, I want you.”

Her thighs widened even more, and her tongue poked out, moistening her kiss-swollen lips. Most of the color had worn off, and her hair was escaping from the ponytail. She was as sensual as Eve, mussed and hazy eyed from my kisses.

I tugged the hair tie off and combed my fingers through her hair, arranging it around her shoulders. “You still didn’t cut it.”

Her mouth flattened. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Say what?” I asked.

That got me a men-are-clueless look. “I didn’t cut it because you like it this way, okay?”

My chest tightened with a complicated blend of humility and arrogance.

Sweet Lilith, this woman…

“Don’t get too puffed up about it,” she grumbled.

I bit back a smile. I was pretty sure that if she realized I was amused, she’d knee me in the balls.

Instead, I set out to show her how much I liked that she wanted to please me, stroking a hand between her thighs and up to where she was slick and hot for me.

“You’re such a bad girl.” I slid two fingers into her, enjoying her gasp. “I’ll turn your ass red if I find you running around the castle like this. No panties and no crotch.”

She smirked at me. “It worked, didn’t it?” she responded with a pointed look at my erection.

I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit and her smirk faded. Her eyelids lowered in pleasure. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

I kept stroking until her breath sped up and her head dropped back. Then I dragged up her skirt, pulling the dress over her head. Her bra was a black cobweb, see-through in strategic spots.

I palmed her breasts over the thin lace, then gave her nipples a hard pinch. “Definitely going to smack that ass of yours.”

She gasped, then gave me a sultry, up-beneath-the-lashes look. “C’mere.”

She hooked a hand around my nape and leaned back, bringing me with her so I had to come off my knees. She kept going until her back was on the mattress, her feet still on the floor, me leaning over her.

Our eyes met and we both stilled.

I touched her cheek. “I can’t get enough of you.” A confession ripped from the deepest part of me.

“Brien,” she rasped.

Just my name, nothing else. But it felt like she was addressing the deepest part of me, the person that no one, even Cain and Talon, ever saw.

She kissed my bare chest, then brushed her lips over my throat—a light, barely-there touch. It was a no-go zone for vampires, and she knew it, but I allowed it.

I wanted to feel her mouth there. Wanted to grant her this special, intensely personal intimacy.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her skull, holding her mouth to my throat. “Bite me.”

She made a hungry little sound and complied, a sharp nip that sent a spike of pleasure straight to my groin. She licked and sucked at the mark, reaching down with her hand to fist me at the same time.

I stood it as long as I could, then set her away from me so I could get undressed. The last thing to come off was the dagger and ankle sheath. I dropped them on top of my pants, and she glanced at it but didn’t say anything.

I crawled back on top of her, then halted. “Condom.” I started to push off her.

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