Angel in Chains (The Fallen #3)(47)

She smiled up at him even as her heart raced in her chest. “The demon said I didn’t even have a scratch.”

He still didn’t kiss her. “You scared me.”

The big, tough angel?

“Don’t ever do that again,” he ordered, then, finally, his mouth took hers.

It was as if an inferno ignited inside of her. With the touch of his lips against hers, lust seemed to fuel her blood. She opened her mouth. Her tongue met his.

He tasted even better than she remembered.

Since his chest was bare, her breasts pressed against his skin. His flesh seemed hot, so strong, and rippling with muscles.

His hands were tight around her—tight, but not hurting. Az knew his own power too well.

Her hips pushed against him. The thick length of his arousal was impossible to miss. Her fingers unsnapped the button at the top of his jeans. With a low hiss, his zipper slid down.

His cock sprang forward, heavy, straining, and she stroked the tip.

Az pulled his mouth from hers. “Should go slower . . .” His breath rasped out. “Should take care . . .”

“Yes.” She licked his neck. Bit lightly with her teeth. “You should definitely take care of this need I have.” Only for him. She’d never wanted anyone so quickly, so much. “Show me that I’m still alive, Az. Show me.”

He lifted her up. Held her as if she weighed nothing. To him, she probably did. Two steps, and he had her on the edge of the bed. Her legs wrapped around his hips. His cock pushed between her legs.

No foreplay. No soft words. No fake promises.

Sex. Lust. Need.

Life.

He thrust into her. Filled every inch of her, stretched her so full she ached.

Then his fingers pressed against her clit and that ache changed into a delicious curl of pleasure. Her sex clamped tight around him. She loved the thickness of his flesh in her body.

Az stood between her spread legs. He leaned over her as he thrust into her. When he pulled back, his flesh slid over her sensitive core. Then he thrust balls-deep into her body.

Their eyes held. Her heart thundered in her chest. The bed was soft beneath her. He was hard in her.

The rush of pleasure was consuming. She arched up again, but his hands clamped around her hips, stilling her. His eyes seemed to burn her. She’d never had anyone stare at her with such raw lust before.

Brandt had acted as if he owned her. Az . . . he acted as if he’d die without her.

His cock filled her completely. Since he held her locked against him, she couldn’t force him to thrust with the arch of her hips. But . . . Jade tightened her flesh around him and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles.

His pupils flared wide.

Then he began to thrust and withdraw again, but, this time, it was different.

The consuming hunger was still there, held barely in check. He moved a little slower. Softer.

Sweat beaded his upper brow. His hands, though lethally strong, were lighter on her flesh.

Gentleness. She’d only expected heat and hunger.

“I won’t break,” Jade told him.

“I’ll never let you.” A vow.

He kept the easier motions. Lighter, but still just where she wanted him. Now she could arch her hips against him, and every drive of his body rubbed against her clit. The sensation was a pure stroke of pleasure that vibrated through her body.

“I won’t lose you,” he said, the words a growl but his hands still gentle on her body.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Her body was tightening and preparing for the release that was just moments away. She could feel it building inside her. Az leaned close to her, and Jade bit the curve of his shoulder.

He shuddered, but the control he’d grabbed didn’t break. He thrust slow. So slow. Forcing the pleasure on her with each movement of his body.

No, not forcing pleasure. Giving it to her.

She wanted to give to him.

“You make me want more than any other.” His hands rose. Found hers. His fingers threaded through hers and held them locked to the mattress. “How?”

She could only shake her head. “Az . . .” Jade trembled beneath him. “Harder.”

But he wasn’t giving her harder. He was controlled. Measured. And she was about to go out of her mind.

“Az!”

He drove into her. Again. Again. He bent and his tongue swirled over her breast. Her sex contracted greedily around him.

“This time, we take it slow.” His jaw clenched as he gritted the words. “I almost . . . lost—”

She spread her legs wider, lifted her hips, and he sank in deeper.

Her head tipped back at the hard stab of pleasure. Good, but . . .

He lifted her arms above her head. Caged her wrists with one hand. Then Az let his right hand stroke between their bodies. His broad fingers pushed down between her legs. Found the center of her need.

“I want to see . . . you . . .” Voice rougher, his touch became more demanding. He thrust— She came on a long, hot explosion of pleasure.

His control broke. Yes. The small bed rammed into the wall with the force of his thrusts. He plunged into her, so deep she cried out. Not in pain. Oh, no, not pain.

The orgasm continued to rip through her. His thrusts seemed to double the pleasure, making the climax stretch longer on a wave that never seemed to end.

Az stiffened against her and called out her name. Not a gentle whisper. More of a roar as he came inside her.