Page 36 of His Asset

He looked up, his burning eyes holding mine.“I’m making your walls come down.”

Such simple words, but the truth had never been clearer.He wasn’t just making me forget, he was taking away all my festering resentment and fear and making me see the sun again through the dark clouds.He was saturating my senses, feeding the emotional hunger I’d managed to suppress.

Our dormant chemistry had sparked, then ignited into a fierce, all-consuming fire.One I couldn’t put out, even if I’d wanted to.

It was in that moment I realized my surrender wasn’t weakness, it was the only way I could reclaim parts of myself I’d imagined were lost forever.All the emotions I was pushing past.The mistrust, the guilt for betraying those who’d suffered and died, the family I’d left behind, and my grand canyon of vulnerability as I opened up to a man who had the power to destroy me.

The anger that had protected me even as it’d isolated me, faded away, as did my lingering shame for my body’s honest response to him.

Adam seemed all too aware of my epiphany.He reached behind me and traced the edges of my wings.I inhaled sharply, jerking them away.His burning touch seemed magnified on the sensitive membranes that had all too often been pinned down and examined, the tissues so very fragile and yet steely-strong.

“You’re so god-damn beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.He didn’t retreat, his eyes seemed to glow as he murmured, “Let me show you how I see you.”

His touch returned, feather-light this time as the tips of his fingers skimmed across the base of my wings, to where the appendages met my biologically reinforced spine.

I let out a shuddering sigh, the lingering echoes of shame and self-consciousness fading away under the stark honesty of his touch.Scientists had made me feel abhorrent, a creature to be mocked thanks to the wings that made me different from them.

Then he drew out one of my wings by its tip, the huge leathery membrane fanning out on the mattress beside me.His stare was awed even before he bent and pressed his lips to my appendage.

My breath caught.Then I sighed, giving myself to him fully.

My other wing fanned out from beneath me, framing either side of me.Something to be admired, not abhorred.

His growl showcased his wonder, his desire.And I didn’t resist when he drew back and took off my boots, then unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them free along with my panties as I lifted my hips off the bed.

He stared down at me as he stripped off his own clothes, and I suddenly wished I could flick on all the lights and fully illuminate my naked body with my wings that shivered so delicately under his scrutiny.

But it was enough that I could fully drink in his exposed masculinity.

Though it was no later than the middle of the day, with his penthouse shut up from the daylight and all his lightbulbs blown out, the interior stayed shadowy and dark.

I was only glad my enhanced vision meant I could see all too easily his strong shoulders, his defined abs and narrow hips, his large cock that reared up like it had a mind of its own.

I exhaled softly as I reached up and touched the white, puckered scar on his chest.The healed wound was one I’d made thanks to my hooked wing tip, my panic at leaving my people behind when Adam had taken me away from the facility.

His hands moved to hold mine over the scar, as though imprinting my touch to his scarred flesh.His eyes glittered as he looked down at me.“Every time I see this mark, I think of you.Iyearnfor you.”

My pulse thudded a little faster, my emotions tumbling.“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly.“I never meant to hurt you.”

His hands tightened over mine.“Don’t be sorry.I’ve never once felt disfigured or blemished.I’ve only ever felt honored to have this permanent reminder of you.”

I swallowed hard.He was serious, truthful.I could hear the passionate intensity in his voice; see the glowing ferocity in his eyes.Feel the conviction through his every cell.

He exhaled.“If you only knew just how perfect you are.You’re my winged angel, Bella, the woman I intend worshipping for the rest of my days.”

His words were nothing short of a benediction, a language that pushed me so close to rapture I wondered how I didn’t orgasm in my head alone.Reuben’s efforts seemed pathetic now in comparison, my bodily pleasure with him fleeting.

Then Adam released my hand and he bent, pressing kisses along my skin as though he really was worshipping me.

I reached for him, my fingers curling through his hair as he kissed my navel, the tip of his tongue swirling the edge before dipping in completely.The sparkles turned into electric bolts that danced and sang, my hips pushing off the bed to get closer to him.Any willpower to evade him, to run away again had faded as though it’d never existed.

I was his now.

I was so lost in sensation I didn’t realize Adam had moved lower until he parted my outer folds, then rolled my intimate flesh beneath his tongue.

I jerked and gasped, then moaned as he sucked that same fleshy bud into his mouth and proceeded to uncoil the pleasure from my center right to the tips of my toes—to my wings—and back again.

I forgot how to talk, how to think, even how to breathe.All I knew was how to feel as sensation crested up and over, then crashed over me in a wave of bliss that made my toes curl, my wings shiver, and my heart thud like a runaway train in my ears.