The Rose Witch - Chandelle LaVaun Page 0,50

he’d loaned me, and pushed it up and over his head. The second the material was passed his face he dove for me. His tongue slid inside my mouth and down my throat. I groaned and dug my hands into his hair. Yes. More. Harder. There was nothing delicate or sweet about our touching, this was frenzied panic. Like we might die if he didn’t take me right here and now.

I reached down and slid my hands into his jeans and gripped him.

He threw his head back and hissed through clenched teeth. The muscles in his abs tightened. His fingers dug into my hips. I leaned forward and gripped the back of his neck then sank my teeth into his throat. His body shuddered under me. I chuckled against his skin —

He pushed my legs apart, gripped my hips, and thrust inside of me in one smooth motion.

I screamed and fell back on the desk, barely catching myself before my head slammed into the surface. Books and random objects crashed to the floor. Glass shattered. Light flashed in the corner of my eye from the books falling open – but then he pulled his hips back and a moan like I’d never made escaped my lips. He planted his hand on the desk beside mine then rolled back deep inside me.

The desk creaked and wobbled with each of his thrusts.

And then I was flying. He wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted me off the desk. He took a few steps and my body convulsed at the new positioning. I screamed out and pulled myself flush against his body. We were falling again, stumbling in the dark across my living room until my back slammed into the wall.

I didn’t care. I hadn’t had enough yet. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed tight. My lips found his right as he gripped my thighs and pushed them into the wall. I gasped against his mouth. He rolled his hips mercilessly, growing harder and faster with each one. A fire surged inside my veins. My lungs screamed for air. Every muscle in my body locked down around his. Tunnel vision seeped in around the edges. I couldn’t breathe. I sank my nails into his skin wherever I could grip him. My throat was raw and burning from screaming. I was going to pass out if he didn’t— and then the world exploded around me.

My ears popped. My vision went dark.

It was fireworks.

It was Heaven.

And as we both crashed to the floor, sweaty and trembling, I understood why he was the Prince of Hell…because he was going to leave a scar in my heart…when this was over I was never going to be the same.

Chapter Fifteen

Chloe

I rolled onto my side and laid my head on his bare chest, snuggling into the warmth of his body. The pink tones of sunrise shined through the open curtains, filling my living room with a hazy warm light that kind of glittered – or maybe that was just the dust we’d stirred up from knocking over a bunch of my dust-covered books. I draped my arm over his waist and nestled into the crook of his neck. I wasn’t sure which was more relaxing: the steady beat of his heart against my cheek, the gentle brush of his fingertips over my bare arm, or his hand running through the strands of my disheveled hair.

Malachi took a deep breath and then let it out. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his throat. I could’ve stayed there all damn day in utter bliss. Even lying on the cold hardwood floor of my living room I couldn’t recall a single time I’d felt better. I’d always suspected I hadn’t been truly in love with Rolland…but being with Malachi proved it. My heart felt more for the angel beside me than the man I’d committed myself to for years. And I’d only just met Malachi.

My pulse skipped. I only just met him. My heart and my emotions had gone on quite the ride in the twenty-four hours since I’d met him but something happened. I didn’t understand it. Even when I’d been afraid of him I’d felt…this. I felt like I’d sprinted for the edge of a cliff and dove off, plummeting to the point of no return in seconds. Butterflies danced in my stomach. It was actually terrifying. What did it mean for my heart when he left? Because he was surely going to leave, once