Silence falls between us, only the sound of a squawking gull in the distance audible.
“Stop waiting for me to run, Nikolas,” I warn. “I can handle your darkness.”
“I’d have done it, you know.” I nod. “I had it all planned out.”
“I’m disappointed you didn’t get the chance. He deserved it.”
He laughs, but it’s full of anger and hatred.
“You have no idea, beautiful.”
“So give me one. Tell me,” I urge, finally lowering my arm and cupping the side of his face.
He nods in agreement, but no words fall from his lips for the longest seconds. And when they do, they might not be the ones I wanted, but they’re a pretty close second. “One day,” he promises.
“Okay. I’ll take that.”
“Fuck, Calli. This is… y-you a-are—”
“I’m here. I’m safe. I’m…” I hesitate with the next part, aware that I’m possibly about to dive into something utterly insane, but at the same time knowing that, really, I jumped in a while ago. Halloween, to be exact. “I’m yours.”
All the air rushes past his lips, tickling over my face as his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his lips crash against mine.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher so he can grip my arse, lifting me until I have no choice but to feel his hardness beneath his trousers.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold myself against him, loving the feel of his hot skin against mine as our kiss continues.
He licks into my mouth as if he’d die without it, his fingers flexing against the softness of my arse as if he’s holding himself back.
Ripping my lips from his, I kiss along his jaw until my lips are brushing against his ear.
“I’m still so fucking mad at you,” I confess.
“Feels like it,” he mutters lightly.
“You’re a controlling, possessive, jealous, contr—”
“You said controlling,” he points out, grinding me harder against him.
“Pain in the arse.”
He squeezes me harshly.
“I think you love it.”
A loud, whore-worthy moan rips from my throat as he hits my clit perfectly.
“Fuck, Angel. You’ve ruined me.”
“I think there’s only one of us doing any corrupting around here, devil boy.”
“True,” he confesses, his lips brushing mine in the most teasing of kisses.
“But you’ve introduced me to the dark side, and I’m not in a rush to go back.”
“I’ve turned my angel into a devil.”
“Only for you,” I breathe. “It can be our little secret.”