Angel in Chains (The Fallen #3)(61)

His fingers pushed into her even as his tongue stroked over her clit. Jade’s fingers fisted in his hair, and she jerked when she came against his mouth.

The first time.

Because he wasn’t done. Az was just getting started. His hands locked under her hips, and he forced her sex even closer to him. He held her, kept her trapped just where he wanted her, and he tasted every inch of Jade’s sweet core.

Her breath panted, her body trembled, and she cried out his name as the climax hit her again.

He could taste the pleasure on his tongue.

His cock ached. The heavy flesh felt so big and swollen that he knew he’d come any moment. Az rose up. Licked his lips, and tasted her again.

Lightning flashed.

The rain beat down outside. A hard, driving rain that washed everything away.

Everything . . .

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her body. Kissed her as he thrust deep.

The rain fell.

Her legs wrapped around his. Held tight. His thrusts grew harder. Rougher.

The thunder was so loud it drowned out the squeaks of the old bedsprings. Az kissed his way down Jade’s neck. His teeth scored her flesh.

Her sex gripped him so tightly. Every move sent pleasure spiking through his body. Faster. Harder.

Her nipples were taut peaks against him. Perfect for his mouth. He tasted her there. Thrust harder.

She met him with her body and held on to him as fiercely as she could. Her right hand grabbed the sheet on the bed. Clenched it as she tossed back her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

More pleasure. More heat.

Temptation.

“Jade.”

Her eyes flew open. Bright. Wild. Lost.

Did his look the same?

Her hand rose. Stroked over his shoulder and onto his upper back. Her caressing fingers traced the outline of his wings.

“So beautiful,” she whispered. “My angel . . .”

Not an angel. Didn’t she see? Couldn’t she feel the darkness?

But her touch was all he needed. Az erupted inside of Jade on a hot, nerve-shattering explosion of release. The pleasure gutted him, ripping through his body and leaving him gasping for breath.

After a time, the thunder quieted and his heartbeat slowed.

Az rose onto his elbows and stared down at Jade. Her breath still panted out, as did his own. He brushed back her hair. “You shouldn’t be with me,” he said, even as his body began to thicken within hers once more. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

But she was already running from one monster. She didn’t need to be in bed with another.

Jade’s gaze seemed tender as she looked up at him. “There’s no one else I want. Only you.”

She didn’t realize how dangerous the words were. Surely, she didn’t. To offer them to a man who’d never had anyone want him before.

“You know all of me now,” she told him, voice husky—sex and sin. “I’m not perfect. I’ve done . . . some pretty terrible things. Things I know I’ll never earn forgiveness for.”

But she wasn’t asking to be forgiven.

She was fighting. Planning to destroy the man who’d taken her own life away.

“You know me,” she whispered as her hands traced down his shoulders and skimmed over the thick scars that remained on his flesh. “So when do I get to know you?”

He’s not the good guy that you think . . .

Fuck Bastion.

Az never wanted her to know the truth about him. He wanted her to keep looking at him like he was a hero. Like he was a protector. A man she could count on. A man she wanted.

Not a monster she feared.

“You know all that matters about me.” He began to thrust again. Slow, easy movements. “The rest is just hell and death. It doesn’t matter.”

He wasn’t the same as he’d been before. Jade made him want to be different.

For her, he would be.

She sighed softly, the sound so sweet and lush that he bent and caught it with his lips. This was need. This was pleasure. This was . . . life.

So very different from a world of death.

Her hands clasped his. He rose up and stared down at her perfect breasts. Not even a hint of scarring marred her flesh. He’d stopped Death’s touch.

And he’d do it again.

Bastion wouldn’t have her. Az had given up the witch to death. He’d let her go, but Jade—no.

His fingers tightened around hers. Jade wouldn’t die. She wouldn’t slip away.

Not when he’d just found her.

And if he had to fight all of the angels in heaven in order to keep her, then he damn well would.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sunlight streaked through the old window. Jade lifted her hand to shield her eyes. Dawn had finally come. The light should have made her feel safer.

It didn’t.

Her gaze drifted to the right. Az slept beside her. She started to touch him, but hesitated.

Last night, she’d felt a darkness around him, filling the air.

And his blue eyes had turned black.

Her breath exhaled slowly as she slipped from the bed. She’d talked to him and bared her soul in an effort to pull him back to her. Whatever rage burned inside him, she’d wanted to quench it.

But. . .

But she knew she hadn’t.

The sex had been phenomenal, as she was pretty sure it always would be with him. Yet Az had been different. So intense. Like a fire was chained inside him. One that would erupt at any moment.