again. My body jerked against the pressure, but it felt so good. This wasn't supposed to be sweet and tender. I didn't want to be taken care of. I wanted him to fuck me the way he wanted. The way I knew he liked. The way I'd been secretly dreaming of since I'd met him.
Over and over, his hips slapped against my ass, and every inch of him slid through my body, but I refused to let go of the window frame. I wanted to be his toy, to be used until I couldn't take any more. But when his hand returned to my clit, I knew I wouldn't hold out for long. I'd always been the girl who was left wanting more, who had expectations that were never met, and now Nick was meeting them all.
He used his hand on my neck to pull my entire body onto him, the hand on my clit forcing me to bend just a bit so he could hit the best angle. And he fucked so hard, just fast enough to let me hear his breath rushing from his lungs each time our bodies connected. It sounded like a growl, as if this was some kind of challenge, and I was keeping up.
"Fuck, you feel good," he panted.
But so did he. I could barely think about anything but the pleasure building deep inside my body. There was no way I was going to hold off, but I didn't want to cum. Not yet. This felt so damned good. The rush of excitement from knowing that anyone outside could see only added to the thrill. For the first time in my life, there, with his hand squeezing my neck hard enough that I had to suck air through my mouth, I finally felt like I was completely in control.
This was me. I was the bad girl who I'd always envied. I was the confident woman who knew how to ask for what she wanted. I was the one who didn't care if anyone else liked it because I did. I wanted exactly what I had, and I wasn't about to be ashamed of it anymore - and that felt just as good as everything Nick was doing to my body.
Letting my eyes slip closed, I stopped trying to fight it and just gave in. My orgasm took me almost immediately. A cry of passion fell from my lips and my fingers clawed at the edge of the window, but Nick didn't slow down. He just kept going, fucking me like no man ever had before, until that sound turned into a full-fledged scream of desire. Then he buried himself into my body and shuddered with his own completion.
"I am yours, Devil," he gasped, dropping his head against my shoulder. "At your eternal command."
I just nodded, sucking back air to catch my breath. "That," I managed to get out. "Again. A lot. Later."
He chuckled. "That's why I love you." Wrapping his arm around my waist, he held me on my feet even as he extracted himself from my body. "And now, I'm carrying you into my room for a shower. Only because we don't have any towels in here yet."
"Leave the clothes," I decided.
"Oh, I hadn't planned on anything else." Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the hall, not caring who might see.
The best part was that I didn't either.
31
Sienna
For the next two days, we made plans. Somewhere in this town, there was an entire pack of angels who were trying to use my world for their own good. It wasn't a choir. This was bigger than that. Luke said that groups of angels working together were technically called "a wing," but that was usually for combat. In this case, we probably had at least ten wings of angels in town - at least one hundred of those assholes - and my hope was that they had no intention of fighting.
The trick was going to be figuring out what they were really doing. We already knew they had a prayer service. The question was how they got all those people from there to go missing without having the cops crawling all over the church. That meant there were clearly a few steps in the middle which we didn't know about. Somehow these angels were taking normal people, separating them, isolating them, and then disappearing them.
In other words, we barely knew anything at all. So, first up came reconnaissance. Nick had