Page 29 of Angels Are Falling

Kai hovered over me, a hand on each side to cage me in. My legs were splayed indecently, but I couldn’t muster the strength to close them.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered against my lips. There was no cruelty in his eyes, just the hunger of a starved man.

In my sated state, I couldn’t make sense of what he wanted. He slipped a finger inside me and moved at a punishing pace. I clung to him when another finger slipped inside me. The warmth he coaxed from me left little room to think rationally.

He bit my breast. “You drive me crazy.”

“Hm.”

I belatedly registered Kai rubbing his dick against me.

“Kai, what are you doing?”

The room echoed his heavy breathing. “Just this,” he said, his voice trembling. “I want to feel you. That’s all.”

“Kai, please, don’t⁠—”

“It’s okay, I’m just going to rub it against you.”

I hesitated, stilling underneath him.

“Don’t ask me to stop. Let me have this. We don’t have to go any further.”

He rubbed my clit with his cock, lifting my thigh. I bit my lip as I felt the pressure building for another orgasm.

“Fuck, Amelie,” he grunted.

I knew the exact moment he lost control. It was only confirmed when he pushed the tip of his dick inside me.

I pushed at his chest. “Kai, you promised⁠—”

He cut me off by rubbing my clit with his free hand. My mouth hung open.

I dug deep and tried to speak. “Kai⁠—”

He kissed me, silencing me altogether. “I want to feel inside you, Princess,” he said against my lips. “I’ll only put in the tip.”

I knew he was lying, but my mind wasn’t mine anymore. My back arched off the mattress as the fingers on my clit sped up. “Fuck.”

Kai waited until I was somewhere in the middle of a climax before he inched his hips forward. I was overwhelmed with sensations, one hand on my breast, playing with my nipple, the other on my clit. Time stood still while he distracted me enough to fill me.

There were no words of reassurance, no more lies, not even a warning, before he slammed inside me.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted. “You feel incredible.”

I froze as reality came crashing down. “You promised.”

But he silenced me with a kiss, pressing farther inside me until I was gasping, trying to catch my breath.

He buried his face in my hair, lifting my knees to grant him better access.

“Fuck,” he grunted, moving against me without letting me properly adjust. Despite his betrayal, he didn’t feel remorse or take it easy on me. The bed moved with each of his thrusts, my back arching at the impact. This would have been unbearably painful if I weren’t already drenched from his previous efforts.

“You lied,” I gasped, unable to catch my breath.

He grabbed my ass to pull me closer. I didn’t think it was possible to penetrate me more, but he went so deep that I knew I would feel him for days. He repeatedly slammed himself inside me until we were both sweating, and I was writhing underneath, cursing him.

He lifted me and switched spots without warning, positioning himself beneath me. Before I could scramble away, he caught me with a firm grip around my waist and guided me back to his dick. Our gazes clashed, my seated stance allowing him a full view from below. When I tried to break the intense eye contact, he turned my face back to him with a hand on my cheek. He stared at where we were connected, his length moving in and out of me, watching himself fuck me with a zeal I had only seen in porn.