Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(36)

He eliminated the last bit of distance between them. His hand rose slowly, and his fingers traced down her cheek. She didn’t flinch away from him, but Seline held herself perfectly still as he stroked her.

“I want you.” Blunt. But that was just the way he was.

“You had me,” she told him. Those sexy, dark eyes of hers narrowed. “Then you walked out, and left me hanging.”

Rather literally. He managed not to wince, but he figured he could give her some more truths as payment for his crime. “I don’t trust many people in this world.” Maybe two. Possibly three.

“Neither do I,” she shot right back, and he knew she’d given him truth, too.

Her skin was like silk beneath his fingers. “Perhaps it’s time we both tried a little harder.”

Her husky laughter took him by surprise. “You actually want me to trust you? After you left me?”

“I was trying to protect you.” Another truth, one she might not believe. He frowned, then said quietly, “When it comes to trust, do you have a choice? Rogziel knows that you’re involved with me. I hate to break it to you, but your name has just been blasted across the news. The cops found Alex’s body, and a witness ID’d you as being at the scene of the crime.” A witness he was sure worked with Rogziel.

They were making it known to the world that she was to be hunted.

“You already have others on your trail,” he told her. “Stay with me, trust me, and I’ll get you through this.”

Her gaze held his. “And when it’s over? You’ll let me just walk away?”

“If that’s what you want.” A nice blend of lie and truth.

Her breath expelled in a soft rush. “But you have to stop acting like a jealous jerk, got me? I’m gonna be around other men.”

Right. Succubus. That’s what she—

“But I won’t have sex with anyone . . . but you.”

She nearly had him lunging at her then. Her confession had his already eager cock swelling even more for her. Did the woman realize how sexy she was?

Her fingers trailed down his chest.

Probably.

“The thing is,” she confessed as her fingertips skated across his nipples, “I don’t want anyone else.”

He had on too many clothes. And that robe she wore—his—had to go.

But before he could push the robe out of the way, Seline stepped back. Her hands rose, and she slipped off the robe. It dropped to the floor with a soft rustle. She stood before him, completely naked. Skin pale and perfect. Nipples tight and pink. Sex . . . waiting.

“I don’t want soft kisses and sweet words,” she told him as she straightened her shoulders. “I don’t want promises or lies. I just want you. And I want you now.”

Could she be more his kind of woman?

He yanked off his shirt. “Sweetheart, I’m yours.”

Her smile would have made a lesser man beg. It made Sam lunge for her. A guy could only hold out for so long.

In an instant, they were on the bed. He didn’t start with her mouth. Didn’t start with those delectable breasts. Instead he spread her beneath him on the bed. Sam took his time letting his hands slide up her thighs, and then when she was parted and ready, he bent his head and took his taste.

Better than wine.

He stroked her with his tongue. He worked her sweet flesh, enjoying every husky moan that broke from her lips. His fingers slipped inside of her. His lips feathered over her clit.

She jerked her hips up. Not to get away, but to get closer to his mouth.

Taste. Take. He did. Again and again, and she came against his mouth as she gasped out his name.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. He felt a push of power, and the room seemed to roll around him. He looked up and realized that he was on his back.

Seline smiled down at him; then she bent and took his aroused flesh into her mouth. Hot. Tight. And her tongue . . .

His back teeth clenched as he gritted out her name.

But Seline didn’t stop. She took him in deeper, and she swallowed. She sucked. Sweat slickened his skin as he fought to hold on to his control—that desperate control that wanted to crack.

Then she lifted her head and licked her lips.

A growl burst from his throat.

Seline straddled him, and the hot core of her sex pressed over the length of his cock. She leaned forward, positioned the head of his erection at the entrance to her body, and then she rose above him, her breasts too temptingly close to his mouth.

His lips closed around her breast just as she pushed down with her hips. His cock slid deep inside, and her hot, tight sex gripped every inch of him.

Fucking perfect.

She rose again. Slid down.

He licked her breast. Sucked the nipple. Let her feel the score of his teeth.

She pushed down. Rose up.

His control shattered. He grabbed her, wrapping his hands tightly around her waist. He rolled them and knew they were wrecking the bed. His hips drove down, and he thrust as deep into her as he could go.

Harder. Deeper.

The bed shook. Her nails scraped over his back. His hands bit into her waist. His cock plunged inside of her.

Again, again.

Her eyes were closed. No f*cking good. “Look at me,” he growled.

Her lashes flew up, and pitch-black eyes met his. The darkness had never burned so bright.