Page 12 of Angel Unchained
Samantha
Knox’s meaty hands pinned me to the wall. I squirmed, kicking, but it was like he wasn’t seeing me or hearing my shouts to let me go.
The Roulex killed someone dear to him? A sister maybe? No wonder he was freaked out. But that didn’t give him permission to man-handle me.
“You’re a clever woman, but I’m not so easily swayed.” His fingers dug into my shoulders, but I ignored the pain.
I had to figure a way out of him holding me up against the wall like this because I was suddenly too aware of him.
And he wasn’t making any sense. Maybe he was reliving some nightmare this place had done to him. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead like he was straining against some great weight.
“Stop it.” I pushed against his chest which was a wall of rippled muscles.
“Is this what you want?” He leaned forward, his eyes dilated again, then he sniffed my hair.
The weight and warmth of his body as he was so close to me, sent a surge of adrenaline through me. “Get off me.”
I shoved hard again, and he chuckled. The horned bastard actually laughed at me.
“We both know that’s not what you want, but I know a way to shut that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Bastar—”
His lips crushed onto mine like I was his lifeline and for a moment I gave in. His sensual touch numbed my mind. I couldn’t think except for him and me, right here, right now. His kiss was hungry and feverish. Something deep inside me ached for him, blossomed under his angry kiss.
No, I didn’t want this…couldn’t want this. I pushed against his chest, and he hiked my legs around his waist. His erection pressed hard against my stomach. My traitorous body shuddered beneath him.
His hands holding hard onto my hips, thrusting his hardness to my core. If it hadn’t been for my clothes and his, he’d be inside me. That idea made a heat pool between my legs.
He kissed me more, but now it was a passionate, lustful kiss, and so hot I was melting in his arms.
His growl sent shivers of pleasure down into my core. He rubbed his dick back and forth over my sex and even though I still wore the prison pants, I felt the euphoria of him stroking me and my climax built. I clung to him, and my nails dug into his shoulders.
His kiss swept me away. And when his hand reached up, pinching my nipple through my prison shirt, I exploded.
My back buckled and I gasped as he ground into me. Holy fuck! We weren’t even having sex, but I was already climaxing.
I traced a hand up his shoulder and neck, to one of his horns and rubbed it up and down. My reward was a low growl in his throat that sent shivers of anticipation through me.
He kissed my jawline, then down my neck. His hands feeling along the hem of my pants.
“Oh God,” I said in a breathless whisper. “I can’t.”
This felt more erotic than anything I’d ever done before. Don’t know if it was because Knox was an alien or that he looked like a horned angel. He’d said he was dangerous. I needed to focus on that and not my burning libido.
I trembled beneath his touch, needing to stop this before we went too far, yet part of me didn’t care. His erection pressing against me felt huge and thick. I licked my lips, anticipation crashing into me.
He yanked down his pants, then mine, rubbing his thick cock back and forth over my sex. I arched harder, his tip pressing into me a fraction. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight. Dangerous. He’d warned me. I couldn’t do this.
“No. Stop,” the words seared my throat.
His body went completely rigid.
“What is it?” I asked, panting, feeling the sudden change of temperature in the room from boiling hot to glacial.
He clenched his jaw so tight I heard his teeth grind. “I nearly fell for your tricks.”
Before I could get my bearings or ask what the hell he was talking about, he pushed my legs off his waist. His wonderful cock, that hadn’t gone in but a fraction, slid out of me and he stepped back like I was vile. He yanked up his pants. I hiked up my own pants before sliding down the wall. Embarrassment slammed into me.