Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(34)

I closed my eyes and let myself go, trusting the man behind me in a way I never had before. If Viper wanted to see me fly, then I was going to fucking soar, because I knew when I fell back to earth, he’d be right there to catch me.





Twenty-Three





Viper





EVERY TIME I was with Halo was better than the last, and as I looked down at the beautiful man splayed out across the top of his piano, I knew this time would be no different.

In the better part of a year, the angel had somehow gotten under my steel-like armor and penetrated what I thought was an impenetrable heart. But as I glided my hands over the silky-soft skin of his ass to his hips, and my heart pounded as hard as my cock? I knew it to be true, because the sex between us went hand in hand with all of the powerful emotions I had for the angel, and there were a lot.

Lust. Respect. Trust. And the biggest shocker of all—love. But I’d settled into that one faster than I—or anyone—could’ve imagined, and now that I had it, there was no way I was gonna do anything to screw it up. Halo was mine, and I was going to do everything in my power to fucking keep him.

I straightened up to my full height and nestled my covered cock between Halo’s slicked-up cheeks, and when a whimper of pleasure left him, my eyes roamed over the material of his jacket where it was spread taut across his shoulder blades.

With his pants shoved down under his ass to mid-thigh, and his top half still fully dressed, the angel looked tempting as hell. His arms were stretched out on either side of him toward his wings, and his long fingers were digging into the wood as though they’d be able to help him stay grounded—but I had other plans for Halo tonight.

Licking my lips, I used one hand to spread the angel wide, and then I gripped the base of my cock and directed it toward Halo’s entrance. As the head of my dick rubbed over him, Halo rocked back onto me, and as I slowly eased inside, his moan echoed off the walls around us. Christ, he felt good. Tight, hot, like a velvet fist, as I dug my fingers into his hips and tunneled all the way inside.

“Fuck…” Halo said, and turned his head to press his forehead into the wood under him, and yeah, I knew that feeling well. The angel was caught up in the rush, the intensity of the feelings washing over him, and that was exactly where I wanted him as I moved down over him and reached out for his hands.

With our fingers entwined, I closed my eyes and nuzzled the back of his neck, my lips finding the soft skin there, our bodies as intimately fused as humanly possible, up there under the spotlight.

I could feel his body rise and fall with each ragged breath he took, and then I whispered, “I want you to think about this whenever you sit down at your piano and look out across it.” Halo’s body trembled under mine. “I want you to remember how you feel right now, with me deep inside you.”

“Oh God,” Halo said, as I tightened my fingers around his and pressed his palms flat on the lid of the piano. Then I slowly pulled my hips back, dragging my cock free of the hot haven where it had found a home.

Halo cried out, his body objecting to being abandoned with the same violent reaction I was having from leaving, so I reversed course and tunneled back inside. Halo thrust back at the exact same time and met me halfway, and my toes curled in my shoes from the silky-hot feel of him.

Sublime. Fucking. Ecstasy. That was how it felt to be this close to Halo, and it wasn’t only the physical act making me feel that way. It was the joy that had lit his face during dinner. The pleasure that had crossed his expression when he saw the gift I’d spent months having made for him. And the love? It was all the fucking love I felt pouring off him whenever he looked my way, kissed me, or touched me.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life, and as the rush of it all swept over me, I pulled our arms in to his sides and hauled him upright until Halo’s back was flush against my front, and I was as deep inside him as I could get.

“Angel…” I growled, and slipped my left arm under his to lay my hand over his heart, then I reached down with my right to wrap it around his cock.

Halo sucked in a breath and angled his head back to look at me—the exact reason I’d shifted our positions in the first place—and as I lowered my mouth to his, he placed his hand over the one I had on his heart and whispered, “I love you.”

“I fucking love you too.”

I slammed my lips down onto his, and when they parted, I drove my tongue inside his mouth at the same time I drove inside his body. Halo gasped but didn’t pull away.

“Harder, Viper,” he said against my mouth, which was followed by a ragged moan. “I want it harder.”

His eyes flashed at mine, those usually bright eyes all but black as they glittered with his heady arousal, and I nodded, biting at his lip before sucking it into my mouth. Halo fucked forward into our fists, causing my cock to slip free a few inches, and this time when I drove back into him, the force of it had both his hands leaving his body to brace himself against the piano.

Halo shouted out as I let him go to grip his hips, and then he reached down to feverishly milk his cock as I began to pummel into him the exact way he’d begged me to.

The words that fell from Halo’s mouth proved just how far from grace this angel had fallen, and when his shoulders tensed and my name fell from his lips like a prayer, my own climax raced down my spine and exploded right along with him. Our shouts tested the acoustics of the stage in a way that boded well for sexed-up songs with throb-worthy lyrics, and as silence once again descended over us, I reluctantly left his body and shifted down over the beautiful man now sprawled out across his piano.