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“How much time do we need,” she whispers back.

“Let’s find out.”

I grab her, her lips crushing to mine as she throws her arms around my neck. My hands reach down grabbing her bare ass under the towel.

Fuck.

I groan as I feel her sweet, perfect skin. Soft, wet.

Tempting me.

I grab her tight, pulling her up, and she shrieks. “Where?”

“Your room.”

She gasps, her legs going around my waist and panting as I start to climb the stairs. I can feel her body tight against mine, her hands clutching at me as her lips dip back to my neck.

“Which room is your room?”

“Second on the left.”

I kick the door open and set her down on the bed. She clutches the towel, that apprehensive look on her face again.

“Do you trust me,” I whisper into her lips, hovering over her.

She swallows, and slowly, she nods.

“Lie back, angel,” I growl.

My finger trails down over her neck and her collarbone, and she shivers. I trace it lower, to the silver cross between her breasts.

Eva whimpers.

I pull at the towel, and she lets go. And as it pulls away, I fucking growl at her utterly perfect — and I mean goddamn heavenly perfect — breasts. Soft, pink nipples, just a little puffy, capping the soft swell of them, that cross lying between them and glinting up at me.

I groan, the towel pulls the rest of the way off. I let my hungry gaze go lower.

Fucking hell.

I’ve been calling her angel, and I’ve never even seen this much of her. Now that I am, I know I was right.

I was way right.





Chapter Twenty-Six





Evangeline




My heart beats like a drum as time freezes for a second. And then just like that, I’m totally naked in front of him.

There’s a moment of apprehension — a moment of fear, and doubt, and worry. And then it’s gone.

It melts under his gaze. There’s something about the hungry, animalistic way he looks at me that strips it from me. And suddenly, it’s replaced by something else.

Want.

Raw, heated, want for him.

This is what the sin of lust feels like, and I like it.

It’s warm — a salacious feeling that creeps through me, teasing its ways out to my fingers and my toes until I’m tingling with it. And then, I want him to look at me. I never want him to stop looking at me like that.

Like I’m a present he’s going to unwrap.

Like I’m a feast he’s about to devour.

“A fucking angel,” he murmurs, and then his lips are crushing to mine. I whimper, clutching at him as he molds his body to mine. My hands slip under the back of his shirt, and he’s slipping it off.

Skin to skin, my nipples brush against his chest hair. His mouth moves to my neck, and I gasp, my hands sliding into his hair as he moves lower. He kisses my neck and my collarbone, teasing at the hollow there and making me gasp out loud.

He moves lower, and I whimper as his mouth finds my nipples, teasing one then the other, making me arch my back to meet him.

“How much time do we have?”

“I have no idea.”

I have absolutely no idea when my family is coming home, nothing to even base it off of. It could be hours, and it could be thirty seconds from now.

And there’s something so dirty about not knowing.

There’s something about not caring that lights a fire inside of me.

Rowan groans, his hands skimming over my breasts, my ribs. His mouth moves lower, over my belly, and my eyes fly open.

“Wait, what are you-”

“Just lay back,” he murmurs.

“Rowan, I-”

“Trust me.” He looks up at me, that flash of hunger in his eyes. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

“I’m not sure if I wan- Oh my GOD!”

It’s white light.

It’s pure, liquid pleasure dripping over my body.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever even conceived of.

“Oh my God,” I cry out again, my head dropping back to the pillow behind me as I gasp. My toes curl, my skin shivers, my heart flips in my chest. His tongue — his wicked wicked tongue slips between my folds, finding my entrance and teasing me there before dragging up to my clit. I gasp, I cry out. I clench at the sheets in my hands, tossing my head from side to side, and my whole body is on fire as he works absolute magic on me.

If this is sin, I want more of it.

If this is carnal knowledge, I want to know everything.

His tongue curls around my clit, flicking across it again and again. My eyes squeeze shut and my back arches, my butt lifts off the sheets of its own accord.

It’s coming fast — coming fast like an avalanche. A roaring, unstoppable force of nature about to crash over me and bury me under the weight of it all.

“I’m- I-” I cry out, but there no words, only sounds.