Page 114 of Fallen

His hands encircled my waist, lifting me from the water and setting me on the ledge of the tub. He lowered to his knees between my legs. “Spread for me.”

I put my hands on the ledge and eagerly widened my thighs. Then his tongue was against me, alternately coaxing and lashing me into a spiraling storm of sensation.

My head dropped back against the wall. Without stopping the wonderful things he was doing with his tongue, he pushed two fingers inside me and curved them, stroking my sensitive inner tissue.

My mind blanked. The singer’s angelic voice reached a crescendo. The tiny amber lights seemed to explode into a thousand golden stars, drenching me in heated sparks of pleasure.

I cried out, my body undulating against the marble wall as I climaxed, my inner walls clamping around his fingers.

Brien wasn’t finished with me. From somewhere far away I was aware of him lowering me back into the hot water, this time facing him, my legs draped over his. I was still catching my breath when he thrust inside me with a primal growl.

I groaned and constricted around him. It was almost too much, but I wanted it so bad.

I craved the feeling of him, thick and hard, inside me. I wanted to fuck over and over. To make us both hurt so good.

I wanted to feel him tomorrow.

To know that he was feeling me, too.

He lifted me a couple of inches, his eyes holding mine, and brought me down, a sharp, sudden movement that sent an electric shock up my spine.

I drew a sobbing breath and he said, “That’s it. Take me, sweetheart.”

I gripped his shoulders and kissed him. Our tongues tangled and slipped over each other. I raised and lowered my hips in sync to the rhythm he’d set. He met me on each downstroke. With each contact, pleasure slammed through me.

“Sweet Lilith,” he muttered, his face tight with need. “You feel so good. So hot and wet.”

Water sloshed around us. I drew back, watching where we were joined together. When I glanced up, Brien was looking back at me, his gaze drinking me in like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Emotion clogged my throat. This was more than sex for me, and I’d known it from the night he’d fucked me against a bathroom wall in the Tremblay Chateau.

Maybe that sounded insane, but who said it couldn’t happen that fast, a lightning bolt to the heart?

Leaving him had been so hard. I’d hated SI for weeks after that, hated that my job didn’t allow me any lasting personal relationships.

Now that I knew Brien better, my feelings for him had grown.

He got me, the badass slayer who also happened to love pretty clothes and steamy novels.

Hesawme.

And I saw him.

The man who wasn’t so perfect after all, but who thought he had to be to have any worth.

The man who craved love, even when he didn’t really understand it.

“Is that good?” His fingers circled my clit in time to his strokes, making me forget everything but the two of us and what he was doing to me.

“Oh, yeah.” The words came out rough and needy. “So, so good.”

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me up against him. We were cheek to cheek, his night-beard abrading my skin, my nipples rubbing his chest with each thrust.

Sharp teeth nipped my earlobe; he’d extended his fangs. He pressed harder until he broke the skin.

I moaned and arched my back, rubbing myself against his lower abdomen. “More, more, more.”

He hummed low in his throat and sucked the lobe into his mouth, tasting the tiny amount of blood, and giving me back the aphrodisiac.

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