Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

And why did he have a home in Hell? What was he?

But she couldn’t ask the questions. She didn’t have anything to write on. She didn’t have anything at the moment, because she had forgotten to take her bag.

Shoot! If she wasn’t covered in blood—which she found absolutely gross—she would have slapped her forehead with her hand.

Sophie looked over at him, only to find his eyes on her.

His blue eyes should have looked cold, but instead they burned like the hottest fires. They didn’t stay focused on her eyes, instead they roamed her body, stopping at certain parts in between.

She could feel his gaze like a physical caress. It paused on her breasts, making them tingle and her nipples harden. And then it moved to the juncture of her thighs.

She could feel herself get wet, an ache forming somewhere around her clit. Then there was the pleasurable feeling in her stomach, well, slightly lower than that.

Oh gosh! How could she be getting this turned on by just a look?

She wanted him closer, wanted to touch him. And she really wanted to see what he hid under that torso armor. Was he jacked like that God fellow? Was he lean?

“Oh, I like that look, baby. Like you’re about to devour me. Too bad you have this all wrong. I’m the one who’s going to eat you up. Not the other way around!” he said, his voice low, raw. It made her shiver, made her belly quiver.

Darn, he was hot!

Soph couldn’t help but stare at him, her mouth agape. He really thought that she was attractive? The sensation was heady.

She hadn’t felt like this, ever.

She just wasn’t the attractive one. She knew that she had good qualities, but her looks just weren’t one of them. This man, however, looked like he considered doing her against the wall. She wondered how that would even work.

“I’ll take that,” he told her, relieving her of her weapon and sheathing it along his back.

And holy cow! Was he stripping?

She gasped as he unhooked his armor, unbuckling it somehow, at the sides. He then pulled it over his head. The act was impressive, and totally male. The muscles in his arms moving as he stretched to pull it over his shoulders.

And the flesh being revealed was magnificent. It was taut, clinging to the sinewy muscles underneath. And revealed the twin lines that formed a V past his dark, low slung jeans.

And then she saw his chest, which wasn’t muscle packed but had enough to make her drool. Oh shoot! She hoped that she wasn’t actually drooling. That would be embarrassing!

His skin was hairless, showing every dip in his tight abs, every tense set of valleys and hills that drew her eye downward. She never liked hairy men. Reminded her of a bear or something. But this guy looked sexy.

Even his shoulders awed her. They were broad, and fit. The man didn’t have one ounce of extra fat on him. She doubted he had any. Wasn’t that impossible? Heck, she didn’t know but she was going to enjoy the view!

He had cuts on him, scars that ran along his body, creating a weird pattern that seemed deliberate. Did he choose to have that happen? No, why would he?

And the answer didn’t matter as he dropped the armor to the ground and stalked towards her.

Stalked was the only appropriate word. He was like a jungle cat.

No. He looked more like a wolf. And she had the distinct feeling that she was to be his prey.

Sophie backed up, putting her spine to the rock door. As hot as he was, she didn’t know what he was, and she didn’t really want to put herself in an intimate situation with a Demon. He looked Human enough but she didn’t know about what lay under his pants. Not to mention, she had no idea what side effects there would be.

He could be an Incubus for all she knew, and she’d slowly lose her life.

But the feeling in her body, the burning and tingling were short-circuiting her brain. They were taking over and a tiny part urged her to continue. To explore.

Never felt like this. Need to feel more.

The man didn’t stop in front of her. He seemed to want to share her space.

Instead, he walked right into her, pressing her back against the cool brown stone, which contrasted nicely against his warm body. Soph couldn’t even breathe as his body pushed against hers, and his face lowered until it was just inches from his.

She wanted him to kiss her, wanted it so badly that she almost leaned up and pressed her lips against his, but she couldn’t do that. No, if he kissed her, it wouldn’t be her fault. But if she did the kissing then she would be doing something bad.

Right?

It turned out that she didn’t need to wait long.

The man quickly grabbed her wrists, bringing them over her head, and then dominated her lips.

That was the only way to describe it. He took possession of her, pressing his tongue inside her ready mouth. He didn’t tease or taste, but pushed past all her defenses leaving her weak and needy.

He didn’t explore, he just thrust it along hers, mimicking the act of sex. And oh gosh did he ever taste good, like mint and male.

She wanted to moan, but contented herself with pressing her body against his. As if she could get any closer with her clothes on.

When she rubbed her nipples against his chest, needing the contact, he groaned.

He transferred her hands into one of his, freeing his other hand to do God knew what.

But she didn’t need to wonder, because he didn’t leave her guessing.

She could feel his strong fingers stroking her side, moving closer and closer to