Envy (Criminal Sins 1)

His lips wander down to my neck. “You’re ripping Cyrus’s gift,” I whisper, trying to find a distraction from the intense pleasure building up just above my pelvis.

“You don’t need it. I’m going to warm you up myself.” Angel growls. His response is to graze his teeth against my tender skin and rip my sweatshirt to shreds with his bare hands. My tits fall out, completely exposed and I gasp in surprise. Another yelp of pleasurable shock escapes my wet lips when Angel’s mouth closes in around my nipple.

I wrap my legs around his big thrusting waist and he pounds me against the wall. Off to our right, a book falls from its shelf, then another.

“Angel,” I gasp, pulling at his dark hair with my twitching fingers. “We’re making a mess!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Suddenly, I’m on the floor. Angel stands over me like a heaving mountain, steam rising from his exposed skin as he rips off his own shirt. The sight steals my breath away.

Every muscle is clenched, every contour is clear and flexed and ready to ravage me until I explode. My mouth is open, but I can’t speak. “Fuck me.” Well, I guess I can say one thing.

“With pleasure,” Angel sneers.

Those big veiny hands of his work at light speed, tugging off his belt, throwing off his pants, sliding down my thighs, over my stomach, across my breasts, and to my throat. The breath that he stole from me returns in a stifled moan.

Angel’s hot breath washes against my ear as he eases down over top of me. Our hot skin sticks together as the tip of his giant manhood traces the petals between my legs.

I dig my claws into his back. “Angel...” I gasp. My mind is empty but for one thought. I need to tell him. “I’ve... I’ve never done this before.”

His huge throbbing head stops at the tip of my entrance. My whole body is on fire. Angel’s lips graze across my cheek as he lifts himself up just enough to look me in the eyes. That emerald green of his digs deep into my soul, his chiseled forearms trap me in prison of steamy flesh and muscle and desire.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, his voice low and guttural.

I can only nod, gulping back the fear for the desire. “Will it hurt?” I ask.

“Yes.”

He pushes into me and an eruption of fiery pleasure explodes between my legs. The threshold between us breaks and I cry out to the ceiling. Angel grunts like thunder, pushing deeper and deeper, until I can’t take anymore of him... but he’s not done yet.

When his hard flat pelvis finally smacks against mine, I’m completely overwhelmed. My legs twitch and my nails dig deep into his bulging biceps as his dick overloads my senses.

“Are you alright?” he growls, and my hero emerges from the carnal beast for a split-second.

All I can do is nod. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

The length of Angel’s throbbing shaft slowly pulls back out; before he can unsheathe himself from me, though, he plunges back in and I cry out. Searing pain and steaming pleasure fog my vision. Angel falls over me, his broad heaving chest covering my mouth; I bite down into his skin and dig my nails into his back and he wraps his flexing arms around the back of my head, then he starts to thrust.

Every time he rams into me, I feel like I might split in two. Shockwaves of pain and pleasure ripple up from below in increasingly violent waves. The heat builds and builds until I feel like I might suffocate, or burst, I’m not sure what will come first.

Suddenly, another option appears on the horizon. Ecstasy. It starts like a distant tsunami, almost inseparable from the skyline, but as it approaches, it looms larger and larger. Pure bliss. Hot, sticky, painful bliss.

My body instinctively clenches around Angel as my brain is shocked empty from the electricity of it all. He grunts in response; his rumbling only serves to make me shake all the more.

All of a sudden, Angel starts to pull away. I don’t want him to leave me. His steaming skin sticks to mine like a blanket shield. The world is cold and dark and dangerous, but right now, under him, everything is hot and bright and perfect.

Even with all the fervor of our bond, though, I’m not strong enough to make him do anything he doesn’t want to. It only takes a split second for him to pull out of me, but coldness doesn’t follow. Instead, his warmth sprays over my belly as his rumbles consume my world.

25

Angel

I’m surprised she can even walk the next morning.

A virgin. Who would have guessed?

She sure was tight enough to be one—we left some blood behind in that library—but Catalina’s attitude has always been anything but innocent.