Page 28 of Angels Are Falling

I obeyed. “There we go, like that. Good.” His fingers slipped between my thighs, tracing little circles, moving with a delicate rhythm. He kissed my mouth while his panting breath grazed my skin.

I lay naked beneath him, concealed only by his body. For a moment, I forgot I wasn’t with Stefan. My chest tightened as soon as the thought crossed my mind, and I looked away.

Kai took my hand and gently kissed the underside of my palm. “Don’t look away, Princess.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because that’s what you are to me. I thought it the first time I saw you. You were elegant and fucking beautiful, and you never noticed how everyone stared at you.”

I shook my head, closing my eyes.

“My real-life princess,” he insisted. “Touch me. Please, baby.”

Heart pounding, I opened my eyes. In the soft lighting, Kai looked almost sweet. He wasn’t commanding me; he was pleading. I had expected Kai Cavendish to be full of arrogance, and his vulnerability did something to me.

I touched him for the first time. My hand grazed his cheek, which was rough from his five-o’clock shadow. His dark eyes glittered despite the low light.

“Kiss me.”

I brushed my lips against his. Shame hovered at the edge of my mind, but I was so grateful that he wasn’t going through with sex, that he was giving me time to adjust, that I clung to him.

He kissed me again, nudging my tongue with his own. He placed his hand on my breast, and I felt the warm weight of it.

Oh God. How was I going to face Stefan after this? We knew this would happen, but nothing could have prepared us for the real thing.

Lost in a haze, I let Kai touch me as he saw fit. I didn’t protest when he guided my hand back to his cheek. Or when his mouth closed over my nipple.

“Kai.” I gasped when he sucked on my nipple gently. Pleasure and shame coiled inside me as a thought kept licking the walls of my mind. Sure, I had no choice in accepting Kai’s advances. I didn’t, however, have to enjoy myself.

I admitted guiltily that I had become an active participant in this bed.

“I have dreamt of you,” he told me.

Before I could wrap my mind around what he said, Kai grabbed my waist and pulled me until my hips rested at the edge of the bed. And then, the most astonishing thing happened.

Kai Cavendish, eccentric, zillionaire, arrogant tycoon, kneeled before me to kiss me from head to toe.

He didn’t take my lips again, but, otherwise, he didn’t miss an inch of skin, starting from the backs of my ears, trailing his lips to my neck and décolletage. The slight panting and the rise and fall of his chest gave away how badly he had been itching for this moment. There was nothing conceited about it, nor did he use brute force. He merely knelt there, looking at me like a devoted husband ready to worship his wife.

I was so shocked by the humble gesture that I let him push me back onto the mattress again. I lay there as his lips reached my navel. He pivoted when he got close to what I thought was his destination and restarted his efforts on my thighs. His hand reached up to cup and squeeze my breasts before guiding my legs apart. I gave in to him with blind obedience. A flicker of panic hit me again when I felt a finger slip inside me, but it was drowned by the hot rush building between my legs.

I gasped. “Kai⁠—”

“Relax,” he murmured, trailing kisses lower on my body. His mouth moved with patient curiosity, undoing every bit of my resistance. Time dissolved, and I couldn’t find the words to stop him. My body responded on autopilot. Every gasp, every shiver, in perfect sync with his touch. I moaned with my eyes closed.

Twice, he reached my inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste my skin, only to swivel at the most pivotal moment. By the time he licked my sex, I was groaning, seeking mercy to end the torture.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, then froze, surprised by my reaction. I didn’t know someone could go down on you with this type of hunger and enthusiasm. His frantic nature stirred my own. Unable to help myself, I lifted onto my elbows and watched the top of his head bob as he sucked and licked me into a frenzy.

Defeated, I buried my fingers in his hair. He licked me with abundance, his tongue exploring me, moving from one spot to another. He even licked my ass crack and my taut bud, probing his tongue over the hole.

I fell back onto the mattress when his tongue lapped against my clit, turning my head side to side as I climbed higher and higher.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, my resolve wholly forgotten now.

My breathing turned ragged. My vision blurred and my hips moved of their own volition as I came on his tongue. Even after, my hips kept grinding against his face, chasing more friction.

By the time Kai rose from the carpeted floor, I was placid and spent. I vaguely clocked it when he removed his pants.