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I ignored her second question and approached her again. The closer I got to her, the more the fire built inside me, stoked by her sheer proximity. Anger was radiating from her, and I matched it with my own. I didn’t even know why I was angry. Perhaps I was angry at myself for allowing this to happen at all and for feeling anything on Earth, along with questioning everything that made me an angel so I could feel her next to me.
She stood her ground, and when we were chest to chest, she stared defiantly up at me, her eyes flicking between mine.
“Are you okay?” I whispered into the semi-darkness—the only light in the room coming from the moonlight outside and the bathroom light she left on glowing through the half-open door.
Her rage evaporated, although she was still staring hard at me.
“Why are you here?” she asked again.
“I can’t stay away from you.”
“And that’s my problemhow?”
I felt the anger flare inside me again. Itwasher fault, and therefore, her problem. I was never like this with any other human or woman. She was everything I admired in humanity and more, including seduction and beauty. She didn’t even see the light within her, but I did. She was scarred, inside and out and needed someone to heal her.
I could be that someone.
But I shouldn’t want to be.
And that was her fault.
Grabbing the back of her head, I slammed my lips to hers, pressing my tongue into her mouth even as she struggled against my grip. When Evie bit my lip, I let her go, and she took a step backward. Touching my fingers to the blood in my mouth, my face darkened as I stared at her.
Her stance shifted, and I thought she was going to run.
I caught her as she threw herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I hitched her up, gripping her ass through the towel that became unraveled as she threw her arms around my neck. One of her hands was through my short hair, gripping and yanking until I tilted my head back and offered my mouth to her for the taking. I groaned against her lips, my hips grinding against her, making her whimper.
I know she could feel I was already hard.
I needed this. I neededher.
God help me.
I walked until her back was slammed against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs as I continued to devour her mouth, rutting against her, my erection straining to be free of the confines of my clothes. She moaned into my mouth, and I returned the sound. There were no words, and nothing could express the need I had for her right now.
After what she had been through tonight, I wouldn’t have thought she’d want to be touched. I understood and respected that, despite the lingering instinct in me that I’d have to fight not to take her anyway. But with the way she was grabbing at my hair, pulling me to her, clawing against my shoulders and back, as desperate for every inch of contact as I was, I knew.
The only thing she wanted right now was to be touched.
But not by anyone.
By me.
Only by me.
Everything about this was wrong, yet I still felt it would all be right as soon as I was inside her again.
Her hands were grasping and gripping at my hair, yanking at my t-shirt, straining at the fabric, needing the skin-on-skin contact I was also craving. I lowered her to the floor, placing a palm on her chest and holding her against the wall, her eyes widening when she couldn’t move from my grip. With my free hand, I yanked the towel from her, tossing it to the side before grabbing a handful of my t-shirt and pulling, impatient and full of emotions I couldn’t get my head around. The fabric shredded over my back, and she bit her lip.
I almost smiled.
She reached for me, and I covered her mouth with mine again, groaning at the feel of her breasts against my chest and her thigh as she lifted a leg over mine. The warmth between her legs had my knees buckling. She was gyrating against the bulge in my pants as I ground against her, pressing her against the wall.
“Zaqiel…” she whispered, her voice a gasp next to my ear as I sucked on the delicate skin of her neck. I didn’t want to hear it, so I placed a hand over her mouth, feeling the vibrations of her moans as I worked my tongue down her collarbone and over her nipple. There was nothing that could be said—no words existed on this earth that could completely describe our need and connection.
Evie was panting against my palm, the hot air dampening my hand over her mouth by the time I undid and tugged my pants down, kicking them out of the way. She immediately grasped my cock between her hands, and I hissed through my teeth. Grabbing her ass again, I pushed her against the wall, hovering my erection over her wet entrance while she mumbled obscenities, begging to be filled.
By me.
