Page 111 of Angels Are Falling

My unease lasted for all of two seconds. As soon as he pressed his tongue flat against me with torturous strokes, I quivered in response.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my body allowing his finger to ease inside my asshole. “Fuck,” I said again, this time glancing at the barely closed bathroom door to make sure he hadn’t heard me.

Kai licked me hard enough for me to know he was both punishing and pleasuring me. My knees wanted to give out from the force of it, and I saw the finish line through blurred vision. Bliss was within the grasp of my fingertips. But the frenzy was building too fast to withstand.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, my breath coming out in short spurts, my pussy throbbing, as he forced me to come on his tongue. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming. Oh God, oh God,” I whispered over and over, shattering so completely I hadn’t realized when I had lost balance and was being held up by Kai’s arm around my middle.

I lay limp over the sink, my face pressed against the cold granite, my ass shamelessly exposed to the air. The orgasm had made me deaf and dumb to my surroundings and blanked all other sensations.

I realized belatedly that Kai’s finger was still moving in and out of my tight bud. My high subsided, his ministrations bringing me back to life. Every nerve ending came alive once more under his touch.

“Kai,” I whimpered, thighs trembling. “No, Kai. Not here.”

He ignored my feeble protests.

I lay boneless and watched him open the sink drawers one by one with his other hand, rummaging through each until he found what he was looking for—a bottle of body oil that I had left behind. I used it on my legs to make my skin glow but never considered its secondary purpose.

I had to stop this. Anal had been a hard no during our prenuptial negotiations, though we had long thrown the stipulations from our agreement out the window. My bigger concern was that Stefan was sleeping right outside this door. What we had done was bad enough, but this… it was beyond crossing a line.

No matter how much I told myself to fight this, I couldn’t muster the energy. My mind seemed to have melded with the post-coitus haze.

Still, I looked over my shoulder and shook my head at him. But Kai was too far gone to listen.

“Kai, no—” My mouth hung open when he removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue instead. The skilled tongue swiped over my rosebud until I forgot how to breathe. Only when my lungs burned did I remember.

Kai was eating out my ass with such vigor that I wanted to bang my head against the countertop to both make it stop and also to force him to finish.

My head snapped up to stare at my reflection when his relentless tongue pushed inside. Taut muscles around my neck stood at attention as I gasped for air. This was not like anything I had experienced before, and I inadvertently pushed my ass back. Painful tears spilled out of the corners of my eyes, desperate for the release I knew he’d prolong.

His tongue disappeared. Before I had the chance to adjust, he shoved two fingers inside my asshole. I jolted forward, slapping a hand on the glass surface for purchase. I watched his reflection in awe. He was still in his business suit, and I was clad in a tank top hiked up past my breasts and leggings pulled down to my ankles.

He pulled out his fingers. I stayed put. I watched as he freed himself from his slacks, opened the bottle of oil, and smeared it over his cock. I couldn’t look away as he pressed the head against my asshole.

Tears stung my eyes.

It didn’t stop him, though. He pushed my shoulder blades until I was flat against the counter and completely at his mercy. I could no longer see what he was doing but felt the unbearable pain as my body screamed at the foreign invasion.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I wasn’t a woman in the throes of pleasure but in an absurd amount of pain.

He pulled out slightly, then surged ahead, the tight ring of muscles fighting him every inch of the way. My hands on the mirror clenched and unclenched.

“Fuck, that hurts.”

I knew Kai wouldn’t be gentle tonight, but I was still surprised when he spoke almost absentmindedly. “Then you know how I felt when I saw you with him.”

Our gazes clashed in the mirror. He hadn’t meant to admit something so vulnerable, but there it was—I had hurt him deeply tonight.

He had been driven here, consumed by jealousy, and now he wanted to claim a part of me, one that had remained untouched by Stefan. He needed to know that what we shared together mattered more. We mattered more.

I finally understood what he needed.

I blew out a harsh breath, trying my best to relax. He reached around and strummed my clit, slowly at first, more purposefully as my breath picked up. He must’ve sensed a change because he slipped another inch deeper.

I shook my head. “Oh God. I can’t anymore.”

“You can, Princess. I’m almost there.”

I let out a long breath, forcing my muscles to relax. He eased forward without mercy even as tears dripped down my cheeks.