Page 91 of Angels Are Falling

“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned loudly, uncaring about the neighboring hotel guests.

His hand settled into my hair, combing through the strands that had fallen across my face, gathering them into a loose fist at the back of my head. His other hand drifted through my hair in slow, absent strokes. No pressure, no direction, just the heat of his palm against my scalp. I listened to the rhythm of his breath, the hitch when I swirled my tongue, the sharp inhale when I took him deeper.

My mind emptied of everything else. I only wanted to bask in his desire. Rejoice in it. His hands in my hair grew more restless. I took him deep, slow, my tongue tracing the underside, my fingers wrapped tightly around the base. The pulse of him against my palm was evident, his hips twitching when I hollowed my cheeks.

He shuddered, a groan pushed out of him like he had no say in it. The helplessness in it moved through me with the satisfaction of being the one person who could make him fall apart like this.

“Look at me.” His voice was low, almost pained. “I need you to look at me.”

My gaze climbed to his, and I found him watching me with disbelief. His pupils were blown wide, as if he couldn’t quite believe I was doing this for him.

“I’m going to come,” he growled when I cupped his balls.

His cock pulsed against my tongue, thick and insistent, and neither of us looked away as I pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck,” Kai thundered, punching the wall with one hand while the grip on my hair tightened with the other. “Shit,” he whispered when he realized I chose to swallow. He stared at me like he didn’t know what to do with that as he pulled me up to my feet.

He took his time stripping me with determined fingers, pressing my hands to his chest as his lips found mine while he unclasped my bra. We moved to the bed without urgency. He pushed me onto the mattress as he pulled off my underwear. He dropped down, his hands lifting my thighs before I could shift my weight. His mouth was on me before I could catch my breath.

“Oh, my God.”

I had long realized that Kai was obsessed with eating me out. After only a few times together, he had me all mapped out, every catch of my breath, every flinch. He knew exactly what made me twitch.

I gasped when his tongue found my clit, circling it slowly before bearing down with a pressure that pinned me in place. My blood heated. A flush crept up my neck, my ears going white with noise.

“Oh God, oh God.” I was chanting, and within minutes, my back lifted off the bed.

I shivered when he pressed his tongue flat and insistent against my clit, leaving no space between us.

My eyes rolled back. “Fuck. Oh fuck!” The orgasm broke through me. Both hands fisted his hair, grinding down against his mouth, squeezing every last second from him.

My mind was slow to return, like resurfacing from underwater.

“Princess.” His thumb hooked under my chin. When I found his eyes, they were the darkest I’d ever seen them. “Don’t tell me you need a break already.” He kissed me once, then again, and I felt him rubbing against my thigh, already wanting more.

Before he could take control, I pushed him onto his back. My strength didn’t exactly outweigh his, but Kai let me, oddly fascinated by my boldness. I straddled him, feeling the heat of his body beneath mine.

His breath hitched as I lowered myself onto him, the tightness sending a thrill straight to my core. I met his gaze, watching his head fall back, hands roaming my hips.

He cupped my breasts and dragged me down to his mouth, tugging hard at my nipples while I rolled my hips. Our bodies moved together in a furious rhythm, and I took control, holding him, guiding him, riding him. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through me. I felt powerful and utterly alive.

“Mm.” I bit my lip to stifle my moans.

Kai wasn’t as considerate of our neighbors, panting “Fuck” as he watched himself fuck me. His hand landed on my clit, working me while I rocked against him. My body clenched, and my efforts at modesty went out the window.

“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”

“I love hearing you come.” He sounded out of breath. “Look at me when you come.”

“I’m close,” I moaned, eyes unfocused, hands digging into his shoulders as he rubbed my clit. My nails raked down his shoulders as the wave broke through me, and I shattered, gasping, undone. Practically sobbing.

“Stay with me,” he breathed against my throat. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Just like that, one more time.”

His hands were on my hips, grinding me further into him as I experienced another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck,” I cried out. “Fuck.”

He buried himself deep inside me, hips snapping up to meet mine. I couldn’t hold back the sounds he pulled from me, and they were his undoing. His hand twisted into my hair, and he came hard, my name swallowed by a shout.