Page 133 of Burn Like An Angel

“For you to keep your word.”

“My word?” He tilts his head.

“I recall you promising to do something.”

His eyes widen in understanding. “I thought you were injured.”

“And I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t handle it.”

Without touching me, Lennox holds eye contact as he steps away from the door. I watch him sink to the bathroom floor and land on his knees.

The almighty Lennox Nash is fucking kneeling in front of me. My hand knots in his soft brown hair, giving it a hard tug.

In this position, I feel utterly invincible. The man who vowed to ruin me is cowering on his knees, a million miles from the person he once was.

“Is this what you want?” he purrs.

Feeling brave, I lower my other hand between my legs. My fingers meet slick warmth. I’m wet, my swollen clit aching. Lennox watches me push a hand over my folds, spreading my arousal.

I slide a finger in my pussy, my thumb rotating above my clit. His rapt attention on me is exhilarating. He hasn’t even touched me. This is all about surrender after months of our futile war for revenge.

“Yes,” I answer breathily. “This is what I wanted.”

“What if I tell you that you are the most infuriating, confusing, frustrating person I’ve ever met?” He hesitates, nostrils flaring. “But also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

Slipping in another finger, I scissor the digits inside me. My back arches, pushing my cunt closer to his face. Still, Lennox doesn’t move an inch, determined to give me all the control.

“And for the longest time, I was terrified of admitting how drawn I felt to you. How you infiltrated my dreams. My thoughts. My fantasies. I was scared to love the very thing I hated.”

Working myself over for his perusal, I fist the hand still knotted in his hair. “Are you still afraid?”

I watch Lennox nod, pulling in fast breaths.

“Of me?”

“No. Now I’m scared of losing you.”

Triumph fills my every cell.

“I want you to forget it all, Nox. Everything we’ve done to each other. And I want you to prove to me how much you want this. Right here, right now.”

Anticipation blazes in his seafoam orbs. “Are you sure?”

“I won’t break. I need you to touch me.”

The tentative Lennox dissipates. All it took was that verbal admission. He knocks my hand aside, sliding my fingers from inside me. Hunger pulses between my legs when he sucks the glistening digits into his mouth.

Lennox swirls his tongue over my fingers, sucking them clean. Then he lowers his mouth to the apex of my thighs, dead set on one target. Placing my other hand on his shoulder, I buck into his face.

When his lips meet my core, I mentally rejoice. The man who tried his best to kill me is now on his knees, worshipping my body. I’ve taken his hatred and turned it into pure lust.

He devours my pussy like a starving man, his tongue dragging over my tingling clit. I continue rocking against him, encouraging each lick. Sparks are zipping up and down my spine in fast succession.

“I can’t wait to feel you, baby.”

When he thrusts a finger into me, I can’t help but cry out. Lennox fucks me with his hand, mouth fastened on my bud with each pulse. The combined effect has my knees weakening.

He pauses for a breath. “You taste so fucking good.”

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