Page 36 of Angels In The Dark

“May I taste you? Please?” he asks.

His words send two kinds of warmth spreading through my body. One directed at my heart and the other at my cunt, which is pulsing desperately.

“You may, pet.”

Immediately, he is on me. His movements are desperate, and damn is he good with his mouth. One strong lick sends shivers up my spine, but it’s the smaller drags of the flat of his tongue that have me building towards my release. He’s so attentive to my reactions, repeating circular motions that make my hips kick up or increasing the rhythm of the tip of his tongue as it flicks at my clit.

“Yes. Yes, that,” I pant.

The encouragement lights something in him, and his hands move towards my pussy.

“More. I want your fingers in me.”

Without hesitation, he takes a finger and thrusts it into me. My back arches at the intrusion, and my arms start to shake while trying to keep me upright. Before I can fully adjust to the feeling, he adds a second, and my head falls back as I groan.

His movements are slow and fluid, which conflict with the actions of his mouth. His free hand trails over my body, exploring every inch as he focuses on my pleasure. I fall fully back on the bed as the dual sensations press me closer and closer to the edge. When he increases the pressure of his strokes against the most sensitive spot, I think I might die. But it’s nothing compared to when he crosses those two fingers and rocks them against me.

The sensation overwhelms, and I fall over the edge, deep into my pleasure.

Then he shocks me by guiding me back from the pleasurable abyss I escape to. He continues to stroke and suck and lick until I return to the present with him. My body slowly recovers from my shaken ecstasy.

When I realize I had fallen back onto the bed, I lift my head to look down at him. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and when our eyes meet, he bends to give me a final kiss on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I groan at the sight.

“You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” I ask the question softly, hoping he doesn’t hear it.

“Of course.”

Everything with Griffin is complex and simple. The constant push and pull of opposing forces create a dangerous dynamic between us. I want more time with him.

I am grateful he’s here and wants to help me. A part of me needs to get as far away from this place as I possibly can, but another part of me feels a pull towards this man, telling me I need to keep him close.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“Now you sleep.” He stands as he speaks. “And I wait to hear from my friend.”

It seems like a simple enough plan.

When he turns away, I clasp his arm firmly. “Don’t leave. Not yet. Not again.”

He turns back to me with a heartbreaking look in his eyes. It’s a look speaking of unending loyalty and sacrifice, but there’s hurt mixed in. As if he knows his fate. Our fate.

“I won’t leave you unless I have to, okay?” he says as he crawls into bed with me, pulling the covers around us.

I don’t like his response, but I see the truth in his words. He wouldn’t leave. Not without me, it seems. Not without doing everything he can to protect me.

He won’t leave.

Not unless he has to.