“Fuck, I wish I could keep you.”
My lips part to comment, but instead of saying the words that are on the tip of my tongue, a shriek of shock rips from my throat as he flips onto his back and settles me over his waist once more.
“I want to watch you come,” he growls, fuelling the fire whose flames are already burning me from the inside out.
I shake my head, my cheeks blazing.
“I want you.”
“You’ll get me,” he promises. “But the next time I take you, there’s going to be nothing between us.”
I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest, either side of the long scar that runs down the centre.
“There doesn’t seem to be now.” I roll my hips over him and his jaw clenches.
“I’m not good at doing the right thing, Angel.”
“Fuck the right thing, devil boy. For once, just take what you want, what you deserve, what you—”
I yelp when his fingers twist in my hair tight enough to send pain shooting through my skull as he drags me forward. He fumbles between us as his lips claim mine in a wet and dirty kiss, and in only seconds, my knickers are dragged to the side and the head of his cock presses against me.
“Fuck me, Nikolas. Fuck me like you own me and you’re never going to let me go.”
The roar that rips from his throat as he thrusts up inside me is something I’ll never forget.
His fingers tighten on my hips as he takes control of our movements, dragging me down onto him so that there’s nothing between us.
“Fuck, that’s deep,” I moan as he forces me to circle my hips. “Fuck.”
“You feel that, beautiful? You feel how fucking perfectly we line up? You were made for me, Angel. All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.”