My tongue forced her mouth open.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
As we devoured each other, I walked her back towards the bed, stopping when the mattress hit the back of her legs. Yanking her head back, my mouth sought out her neck, her pulse fluttering underneath my lips. She moaned when my teeth grazed her skin.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” My voice was strained.
Her taste. Her smell. Her voice. Her laugh. Her mind. Her soul. Herfuckingheart.
I kissed her once more, hard, before I let her fall back onto the bed.
She was a work of art…a light in this dark world of mine.
Her skin was flushed against the yellow silk, her blonde hair contrasting against the dark material of the bed. Her blue eyes reminded me of a summer’s sky, bright with the promise of never-ending happiness and everlasting warmth.
My dark soul yearned for her in a way I’d never thought possible.
She lifted her arms above her head, drawing my attention down to her peaked nipples and the sliver of her stomach that now showed. I stared down at her, waiting for reality to set back in. My logic was telling me I could be dead, because having my angel inmy room, in my home, after all this time…
This felt like heaven, and I shouldn’t be in heaven.
Not after the things I’d done and blood I’d spilt. Yet…
“Why did you come back?” My voice was rough, and the question came out harsher than I’d intended, but I needed to know. Only hours ago, I used the venom in my tongue to break her. Even if all of it was utter bullshit, I still witnessed the hurt I caused her.
Thatfelt like death.
“Because I love you,” she rasped, a single tear falling down the side of her head.
Love.
She had said that today, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. The organ in my chest was hammering, pounding in my ears as all the blood went straight to my cock.
How could an angel love a demon?
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I leaned over her, the scent of vanilla taking over me. She still took my goddamnbreath away every time I saw her. She still made my chest ache when she called me by my nickname. She still had my dark soul hypnotized every time she laughed.
She stilllovedme after everything.
In all my years, I never said the word.
Evil men didn’t get to be loved.
I pulled my gaze from her, focusing on the storm brewing outside, much like the one brewing inside me.
“Angel, you don’t—”
She sat up, wrapping her arms around my middle, and I ignored the pain in my muscles. Pain was something I should be used to, but the ache she put in my chest was Earth-shattering.
“Look at me, Col.”
Anything. I would do anything for her.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and acceptance.
