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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

He lowered his forehead to hers, his hair falling forward. “You really are my angel.”

“You of all people know I’m more devil than angel.”

“You’re no devil, Blue Eyes.” He brushed his lips over hers, rasping, “You’re my wicked angel.”

His mouth covered hers in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping and possessing, lulling her into him with a fierce and seductive rhythm, until she felt it in every beat of her heart, every breath she took. She tugged at his shirt, and he drew back, eyes blazing.

“Once we’re naked, I can’t promise to go slow.”

“I don’t want you to.”

She pulled his mouth to hers, and seconds later they were tearing at each other’s clothes, teeth gnashing, laughter bubbling out as their clothes went flying, until they were finally, blissfully naked. He came down over her, his thick cock nestled against her entrance, his chest hair tickling her nipples, and those gorgeous eyes drilling into her. It was all right there, the want and need, the inescapable fire between them. The weight of his body felt deliciously familiar and unbelievably good as her arms circled him, and his fingers threaded into her hair, cradling her head with both hands as their bodies came together. She clung to him as he filled her so completely, they both released sounds of shock and pleasure.

His head dipped beside hers. “Christ, you feel like home.”

Her heart didn’t have time to catch up as his mouth covered hers and they began to move. Their kisses and movements were deep and rough, their passion too strong to temper, but then he found a way, slowing them down to a sensual, erotic beat and keeping them there. Her senses reeled and her ability to think fell away as he intensified their kisses, thrusting harder, lifting and angling her hips, taking her impossibly deeper. She spread her legs wider, wanting everything he had to give.

“I’m addicted to kissing you,” he said against her lips, and took her in another intoxicating kiss. “To fucking you.” His words scorched through her as he sank his teeth into her neck, grinding against her clit, sending fire rocketing through her.

“Tobias—”

He drove into her faster, harder. “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”

God, what he did to her.