Hell's Angel (4 page)

After her tremors subsided, he slid up her body. As though needing the connection

at al times, he never al owed his body to break contact with her. He brushed her

damp bangs from her forehead, and put his mouth close to hers. “I’ve never tasted

anything sweeter,” he murmured.

Her gaze locked with his and her pulse skyrocketed. Everything in the way he

talked to her, touched her and made love to her with his fingers and his mouth got to

her on another level. She honestly couldn’t believe how close she was to losing herself

in him. This man, this stranger. A guy she’d simply picked up to take her virginity and

give her a night of wild, unforgettable sex. It never occurred to her how easily she

could fal for him.

She felt his cock press into her and warmth move through her blood. “Inside me.

Please,” she murmured into his mouth. For some strange reason she needed him

inside her, to join them as one as though her very life, her very existence, depended

on it. As though they were destined to be together.

“Brand…”

“Kaylea…” His voice wavered. He touched her face, a silent communication that

he felt the same way. God, could he be the one, the one she’d been waiting for. The

one and only man meant for her.

She turned her head and spotted her handbag. “Condom. My bag.”

With shaky hands, Brand grabbed her bag and quickly sheathed himself. He

climbed back over her and cradled her face in his palms. His touch was so achingly

gentle it caused her heart to miss a beat.

Their gazes locked as his rock-hard cock breached her opening. With need ruling

her actions, she pitched her hips forward, driving him in deeper. He shut his eyes, his

hands fisted in her hair, and in one quick thrust he pushed al the way into her. Crazed

with lust, he drove past her hymen in one fluid movement, and she was thankful that he

was too far gone to have noticed.

Not wanting anything to break this magical moment, Kaylea bit down on her lips

and blocked her mind to the sharp stab of pain. Panting hard, Brand remained inside

her for a moment, as though giving her time to get used to his girth.

When she began moving, he quickly joined her. His long easy thrusts became

deeper, harder, faster and soon her pain segued to pleasure.

“Babe,” he said and angled his body to keep the bulk of his weight off her. “So

good…”

Warmth flooded her system as he took them both to a deeper level of intimacy.

Together they began to establish a rhythm, both giving and taking until every nerve in

her body was on fire.

“So good,” she murmured back as she rode him with wild abandon. Blindsided by

lust, she scratched her nails over his back when she felt another clench of fulfil ment.

His body responded with a shudder.

“I want you to come al over my cock, babe. Wil you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she cried out. Suddenly her blood pressure soared, and another climax tore

through her. Oh God, so perfect. So damn perfect.

“Jesus, you’re so hot.” He stroked her deeper and harder, then stil ed inside her.

She felt his muscles tense. His eyes locked with hers. “Babe…” he murmured. The

way he looked at her made her insides shiver with unfamiliar longing.

Cripes, they were supposed to be having sex, wild “bang me up against the wal ”

sex, but what he was doing didn’t seem like sex with a stranger at al . It seemed more

like lovemaking. The way he took such painstaking care of her body left a deep

contentment in her soul. Everything about him felt right. In her heart and in her head.

“Come inside me,” she murmured. With that she felt his cock jump as he released

high inside her. He buried his face in her neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair as his

cock pulsed and spasmed. She held him tight and squeezed her muscles, wanting to

make it as good for him as he’d made it for her.

A short while later, he col apsed on top of her, their perspiration melding their

bodies as one. She stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of his body

weight on top of her, and the feel of his hot breath on her neck. After his breathing

final y returned to normal, he removed his condom, rol ed beside her and pul ed her in

close.

“Hey, baby.” When his dark eyes locked on hers it was possible to forget every

sane thought. And for some peculiar reason, the gentle, loving, tender way this man

touched her seeped under her skin and cradled her heart.

“Hey, yourself,” she said, then closed her lids to listen to his heartbeat as he drifted

off to sleep. As she rol ed into him it suddenly occurred to her she wasn’t the kind of

girl who could love casual y. Not with him. Not with Brand.

She wanted more.

Hovering somewhere between consciousness and sleep Brand stirred, then

automatical y pul ed Kaylea in tighter. He felt her body shift and melt into his. He

blinked his eyes open in time to see her glance up at him. She gave him a seductive,

half smile and then began kissing his mouth, his neck and his chest. Her beaded

nipples pressed into his skin and alerted him to her growing arousal. Her silky blond

hair spil ed forward and brushed against his flesh, teasing his senses. Warm fingers

moved to his cock, and began stroking gently. As she acquainted herself with his

body, her touch sent heat charging to his dick, and his legs widened in invitation.

“I love the feel of your cock,” she murmured. Her voice was darkly seductive and

had his body reacting with urgent demands. She leaned forward and gave him a light

lick. “I love the texture, the taste, the length and the way it fil s me…” One hand slipped

lower to cradle his bal s and he nearly lost his mind then and there.

Her soft moans of pleasure, and her long, lazy caresses fuel ed his lust and

deepened his need. His cock thickened and his body began humming with renewed

excitement. Jesus, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He needed her again.

Needed to take her. Everywhere.

Greedy with want, he pul ed her to him, gripped her hips and flipped her over. Her

surprised yet excited gasp was smothered by the cushiony mattress. Brand grabbed

his pil ow and positioned it under her hips.

As he tipped her beautiful, heart-shaped ass up to him, she twisted her head. His

nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched and unclenched as primal need unfurled inside

her. Her gaze appraised his face and she blinked at him with eyes that were aroused

and ful of emotions. The warmth, trust and vulnerability in her glance pul ed an

emotional reaction from the depths of his core.

“Brand,” she asked, “are you okay?”

Tenderness stole over him. He swal owed hard and worked to find his voice. “I

need to fuck you, Kaylea. Everywhere.” He felt her entire body shiver.

In a bid to relax her, he cupped her ass cheeks and gave her a gentle massage

while his tongue made a slow, skil ed pass over her puckered opening.

Her muscles clenched and she nearly jumped off the bed. “Easy, baby,” he

coaxed, wanting to ensure she was relaxed and comfortable so she could enjoy

everything he had to offer. “I want you to trust that I’m going to make this perfect for

you.”

“I do trust you, Brand,” she whispered in such a gentle voice it has his insides

quaking.

Desperately needing to give her an insurmountable sum of pleasure, he made

another slow pass with his tongue and felt her body open for him. A riot of emotions

overcame him with the way she so freely handed herself over to him. “That’s a girl.

How does that feel?”

She wiggled her hips him. “So nice…” she murmured into the sheets. “Warm, and

nice.”

He slipped one hand around her legs and brushed his thumb over her clit while he

worked his tongue into her puckered opening in an effort to relax her tight, ringed

passage. She bucked against his hand and his mouth, moving restlessly against him

as excitement surged inside her. After he acknowledged the flare of desire between

her thighs, he pressed on. Using her cream to lubricate her, he soaked her back

passage and gently worked one finger inside.

“Ohmigod,” she cried out.

As basic elemental need took hold, she began pressing against his finger,

pushing him in deeper. Electricity whipped between them and his blood flowed heavy

in his veins, desperate to plunge into her. He glided one hand over her skin and,

fighting down the raw ache of longing, forced himself to slow down. Once he’d worked

his way inside her, he removed his fingers, quickly sheathed himself again and

positioned his cock at her entrance.

He drew a ragged breath and wil ed his lust-drunk brain to form a coherent

sentence. “Tel me you want me.” For some inexplicable reason he needed to hear

her say it again.

“I want you, Brand,” she whispered. “I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you.”

She lifted her hips higher, encouraging him to feed his cock into her body.

He began pressing, moving inside, slowly offering her one inch at a time until he

was buried so deep he nearly blacked out from pleasure. Her muscles gripped him

hard and it was sheer torture to hang on.

Brand reached around her, and brushed his fingers over her clit. Her low moans

told him how much she was enjoying his ministrations. In no time at al his senses

exploded and urged him to completion. He brushed his fingers over her clit, then

pushed one inside her.

“God, yes, Brand….” she cried out.

Passion and possessiveness raced through him as she cal ed out his name

during her climax. Her ass muscles clenched around his cock, and her sweet nectar

pooled in his hand.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, then he stil ed, his hot flow of release coming

on the heels of hers. He threw his head back, let out a deep savage sound and

splashed his seed high inside her.

He remained buried deep within her for a long time, not daring to move or breath.

When his cock grew flaccid and slipped out, he dropped to the mattress and circled

his arms around her stil quaking body. He smoothed her hair off her face and looked

deep into her eyes. God, she was so perfect she took his breath away. She curled

into him and he pul ed her warm, familiar scent into his lungs.

As he lay there basking in the afterglow of great sex, something kept niggling at

the back of his mind, something about their lovemaking, something about the first

time he thrust inside her warm, welcoming pussy. As exhaustion pul ed at him, he

blocked his mind to it. He real y didn’t want to think at this particular moment, he only

wanted to feel.

Her lips brushed over his cheek, and her eyelashes tickled his flesh when she

blinked. “God, I can’t believe what I’ve been missing al these years,” she said, her

voice a low, velvet whisper.

Brand’s head jerked back with a start and his stomach knotted. “Missing?” A

shiver of unease crawled over his skin like an insect as he waited for her to elaborate.

The niggling sensation came back ful force and he had a feeling he already knew

what she was about to tel him.

She tilted her head and blinked up at him sheepishly. Kaylea nibbled on her

bottom lip, and then admitted, “I, uh, I’m a virgin. Or rather I was a virgin.”

A virgin!

His memories and his mission came pouring back. She was a goddamn virgin—a

virginal sacrifice—and now that he’d been inside her, he’d marked her for Hel . He

began inching away, feeling suddenly il .

Kaylea touched his arm and stopped him. “It’s okay, Brand. I wanted you to be the

guy to take my virginity.”

He pressed his palms to his forehead and shook his head. “Oh, Jesus Christ,

Kaylea. What have I done?”

“Brand.” She caressed his cheek in an effort to reassure him. “It’s fine. It’s what I

wanted. In fact, I think it’s what we both wanted, maybe even needed,” she said with a

smile in an attempt to lighten his mood.

The emotions passing over her glistening blue eyes made his stomach clench and

tighten with apprehension. His throat dried and his hands began to shake

uncontrol ably.

He’d been greedy. So goddamn greedy with lust and need, he’d forgotten al

about his mission. Could that have been what landed him in Hel in the first place?

Greed—one of the seven deadly sins. Perhaps he had been a businessman and

greed had been his downfal , and perhaps that’s why Lucifer had known he’d get the

job done? Because, undoubtedly, greed would rule his actions and cause him to

forget any rational thought?

Oh fuck!

What the hel had he gone and done?

Kaylea’s heart pounded in her chest when Brand jumped from the bed and

stepped away from, leaving cold where there was once warmth. What the hel was