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Part of me expects her to push me away when I wrap my arms around her, but she doesn’t. Instead, she collapses into my body and sobs against my chest.

Pain slices through my heart as her cries echo around the kitchen long after Ant slams the front door behind him.

My hold on her doesn’t falter as her tears soak through my shirt.

“Shhh, Angel, it’s okay.”

Her fingers twist in my shirt, holding me to her as if she’s scared I’m about to walk out too before she looks up.

My breath catches in my throat at the pain that’s written over her face from losing him again.

The longer she stares up at me, the more my heart races at the thought of her wanting him over me.

I hate it. I hate that my mind goes there, but it’s been ingrained in me all my goddamn life.

I’m second best.

Always.

“It never could have wor—”

My words are cut off when she stretches up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.

Relief floods my veins as she kisses me, her fingers releasing my shirt in favour of slipping beneath it and dragging her nails down my abs.

“Angel,” I groan into her kiss.

“Take me away,” she begs. “Make it all go away.”

“Fuck,” I grunt into her kiss as she pushes her hand beneath my waistband in search of my cock. “I love it when you’re bad.”

“Daemon,” she moans as I lift her from the floor and lay her out on the table before me.

The scent of the bacon beginning to burn on the stove doesn’t even register as I kiss down her neck.

In only seconds, I’m stuffing her knickers in my pocket and spreading her wide before me.

Capturing her lips once more, I brush my fingers between her folds, a loud, desperate groan rumbling deep in my throat as I find her dripping wet for me.

“Fuck. I’m addicted to you, Angel.”

“Please,” she whimpers as I tease her entrance. “Please just… yes,” she cries when I push two fingers inside her.

Her muscles clamp down around my digits, making my cock jerk in excitement, knowing exactly how it feels to be sucked deep inside her body.

Her back arches off the table and she grips the sides as I drive my fingers inside her in a way I know she likes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel. You bring me to my fucking knees.”

“Knees. Yes. I want your mouth,” she begs.

Ripping my eyes from hers, I look between her legs, watching as my fingers disappear inside her.

Unable to deny her anything, I drop to my knees and press the flat of my tongue against her clit.

“Nikolas,” she cries, her hips rolling in an attempt to fuck my face.

My cock aches behind the confines of my trousers, desperate to be set free, to push inside her, to claim her, to mark her.