When Angels Fall (20 page)

It all happened so fast. The hand inside his pants vanished. The hand on his chest shoved.
And then the bedroom
door
was slammed in his face. He blinked, staring at the closed door from where he now stood alone in the hall. His coc
k pulsed, trapped in his denims. His heart beat furiously, and his brain, ten
steps behind
,
struggled to comprehend.

His saucy minx had backed him into the hall. Damn her sexy, conniving ass all to hell. He tried the knob, found the door locked. Oh, she was going to pay for this.

“
Sweet dreams,
”
Eva called out, her voice muffled through the wood separating them.

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against the door and closed his eyes. He imagined Eva doing something similar on the other side.

“
Right back at you, babe,
”
he said and backed away.

Her attempt to avoid the inevitable was laughable and more than arousing. As if something as simple as a lock would keep him away. He
’
d wait until she fell asleep and then he
’
d teach her a lesson she wasn
’
t soon to forget. A slow grin spread over his face, the anticipation almost worth his temporary frustration.

* * * * *

A warm, wet trail of moisture tickled the inside of Eva
’
s thigh, slowly drawing her from a deep sleep. Another rasp, another bolt of decadent sensation, each action amplified by the fact she wasn
’
t quite awake. She hovered on the brink, a dark abyss where the only thing that mattered was the wicked pleasure tightening her body.

“
Time to wake up,
”
a deep voice murmured, pulled her from sleep.

“
Umm...not yet,
”
she murmured. She wasn
’
t ready to give up her erotic dream, a fantasy where Peter pressed two fingers inside of her pussy and drew a moan of bliss.

In a lazy rhythm, the thrust and retreat drew another gasp. Heat gathered in her lower stomach, the first stirrings of climax washing over her. Eva
’
s hips writhed, a silent plea for more. Her sex clenched. So close. She needed more, craved something harder thrusting into her.

In. Out. In. Out. Still slow, the patient pace captured her breath. God, how she ached. Restless, still on the cusp of sleep, she shifted her legs in an attempt to alleviate the pulsating arousal. Something hot and pleasurable fanned across her intimate parts, a breath of air, and then, another trail of wet fire circled her throbbing clit.

Her moan of ecstasy echoed in her fogged mind. Had any dream ever felt this real? She spread her legs wider wanting more of whatever her dream lover was doing to her. She angled her hips, searching for more of the wet heat. A languorous orgasm built from the depths of her core, pleasure coaxed by a patient lover who knew her body better than herself.

No. This wasn
’
t
what
she craved. She needed hard, and fast, a quick burst of euphoria to ease the ache she hadn
’
t been able to shake since her night with Peter. Ready to do it herself, she tried to lower the hand stretched above her head, and found she couldn
’
t. She tried again, jolted at the fabric chafing her wrists.

Her eyes snapped open, sleep vanishing.

Between her spread legs, Peter looked up the line of her body, his gaze glistening with both amusement and desire.
“
I was wondering how long it would take before you woke up.
”

She pulled at the cloth binding her to the bed.
“
Untie me right now.
”

She detested the breathless notes in her voice.

He smirked.
“
Or what? You
’
re at my mercy now.
”
He gripped the outsides of her thigh
s
and bent, slowly drew his tongue between the wet folds of her sex.

She slammed her eyes closed. Seeing him pleasure her was almost more of a turn
-
on th
a
n the sensations he created.

“
Peter,
”
she gasped, meant his name to be chastising, but he chose that moment to slam three fingers into her core, pull them out, and pump back inside. Hard. Quick. Exactly what she needed. Her climax surged forward, retreated, and then came a little closer, almost near enough to grasp.

“
That
’
s what you need, isn
’
t it. A hard fucking. You should have kept you door locked.
”
Another lick, another fast penetration.

Her pussy spasmed and she threw her head back on the cresting waves of approaching pleasure. Having sex with Peter again was wrong on so many levels, but damn it, she wanted a release. Hadn
’
t been able to achieve one on her own since her night with him. She
’
d tried, oh God had she tried, but nothing worked. Not the showerhead, not her hand, not the now-dead vibrator she
’
d thrown away. At half past midnight, she
’
d gotten out of bed and unlocked her bedroom door. She wouldn
’
t seek him out, but if he came to her...

“
Untie me,
”
she said, hoped it sounded convincing.

Slow, rolling laughter vibrated against her clit
that
Peter had taken into his mouth and sucked. Her lips parted, closed, and then parted again, each time an inarticulate sound leaving her.

“
If you want me to stop, you know what you need to say.
”

God damn him.

With one more quick lick, he withdrew
the
fingers he
’
d buried inside her and stood. Already shirtless, she watched the muscles in his arms and stomach flex when he pulled at the buttons on his jeans. He kicked the denim to the floor and fisted his proud erection. His penis was thick and long, the slit in the center of the head already leaking with excitement. Veins bulged, made her want to lean forward and lick.

Drawing her lip between her teeth, her gaze never left the up, down stroke of his hand over steely flesh. He pressed a knee to the bed, climbed forward as if to mount her. She pressed her thighs together to block him, almost sighed at the immediate pressure.

“
I don
’
t need your legs opened, not for what I have in mind,
”
he said and flipped her onto her stomach.

He
’
d been clever enough to criss-cross her hands above her head, the bindings loosening and her arms straightening in the new position. Hands on her hips, he lifted her onto her knees and stuck her ass into the air.

“
You have the prettiest pussy I
’
ve ever seen.
”
His finger traced the folds of her exposed sex.
“
Pink and wet.
”
He pressed a digit inside, drew it out.
“
And
,
Christ
,
you
’
re tight. You have no idea how good you smell. You might not know it, but you
’
ve been begging for a hard pounding all night, for me to come deep inside. You
’
re so fucking fertile I could probably get you pregnant just looking at you.
”

She should be panicking. Instead, desire pricked her skin, sent currents of static heat through her body.
Yes
, her body screamed. She turned her head over her shoulder, lost herself at the hungry look in his gaze. His eyes were dark, full of possession and knowledge. He knew exactly how she needed to be fucked. He would stop the ache.

Her heart beat faster, anxiety gripping her. The problem was when he
’
d leave again. Already an addict, she couldn
’
t stomach the thought of another man
’
s weight on top of her, shoving into her. Peter had ruined her.

He draped his body over hers, the soft hair on his thighs and stomach tickling her skin and blanking her mind. Where they touched, a thin layer of sweat surfaced. He gathered her hair, moving the curls off her neck. Teeth scraped the newly exposed skin and had her back arching, her ass rubbing against his arousal.

He drew his mouth across her skin, traced the intricate design of wings she
’
d had for as long as she could remember. She didn
’
t know her birth parents. Didn
’
t know her purpose in life other than the one she
’
d found with Greg and the Pard. The heat and weight of his body gradually lessened with the trailing of his tongue down the center of her spine.

Her back bowed, a needy bending as if she were a cat in heat. And then, the slap came, counteracting the tender kiss to first one buttock and then the other. Hard, quick, startling, his palm landed on her ass. She gasped, would have pitched forward if Peter hadn
’
t grabbed her around the stomach and brought her back to deliver another two smacks.

“
Those were for making me bleed.
”

The quick bites of pain morphed into a stinging, unexpected pleasure. Moisture leaked from her slit. His satisfied grunt heated her cheeks. He gripped
her ass,
wh
ich
she imagined was red, cupping the cheeks together and squeezing. He let go. Another slap reigned and another moan was forced from her throat.

“
And, that,
”
he said,
“
was for the slamming the door in my face.
”

He slid his hand up her spine. Cupping her shoulder, he brought her pussy flush with the hard ridge of his cock. He didn
’
t enter her, not yet. Hand pressed against the back of her neck, he pushed her head down, demanding submission.

The tip of his erection teased back and forth across her entrance, gathering lubrication. Hard, quick
ly
, and without warning, he thrust into the depths of her. She screamed, tried to wiggle
—
toward the sensation or away from it, she didn
’
t know. It didn
’
t matter, not when he held her still and pumped without restraint. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Their skin slapped together, her already stinging cheeks smarting from the pressure of his body against hers. Every thrust sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

“
Have you learned your lesson?
”
he grunted against her ear.

She shivered.
“
No.
”

“
Good.
”
Sitting back, changing the angle of penetration, he gripped her hips and pulled her body onto his shaft.

Stars danced, the pleasure numbing her toes, but still it wasn
’
t enough.

“
More,
”
she cried out, tried to speed his pace by rocking against him.

He
would have
none of it. Holding her still, his teeth found the back of her neck, clamped down. She cried out, the surge of pain intoxicating. His growl rolled over her skin, drawing goose bumps. Pinpricks of pain gathered at her nape, where canines broke skin. She lifted her head and a warm trail of liquid rolled down the indent of her spine to heighten her arousal.

His tongue scraped her skin.
“
I can
’
t come inside you, not tonight, but fuck do I want to,
”
he whispered against her ear, made her tremble.

Reaching around her, Peter
’
s unerring fingers found a sensitive nipple and plucked. Her body
’
s response was immediate. She cried out, her sob of relief no longer trapped. The orgasm slammed into her, left her broken. When she would have collapsed to the bed, Peter held her safe, anchored her, and fucked her faster.

Over and over, he dominated her body, taking what he wanted and leaving her to reap the benefit of one rolling orgasm after another.

She heard his growl before his curse, felt his sudden panic.
“
Oh, fuck.
”

Before he could pull out, the head of his penis swelled, locking inside of her, keeping him trapped within her depths. It was too late do anything other than ride out the sweet, sweet agony. Peter swiped at her bindings, the cotton shredding. The moment she was free, he pulled her torso up until her back pressed against his chest and her head rested on his shoulder. His mouth found her neck, bit down. He bucked into her body with in quick, short strokes.

The tempo matched the hot spurts of semen filling her.

Oh fuck was right.