Free Salvation (The Guardian Angel Series Book 3) by Skyla Madi Page B

with me.
    “You’re not keeping me from anything. I prefer your company over being alone.”
    “When I was gone, did you find… other company?” I stared at the ceiling, selfishly praying for him to say no.
    “No. I couldn’t do that to you.”
    I didn’t know whether to feel happy or guilty that he hadn’t sought the company of other girls. The thought of him being alone was just as unbearable as the thought of him being with another girl.
    “It would be so much easier for you if you fell for a nice guardian angel instead of me. I’ve done horrible things to you, yet here you are doing everything for me—again.”
    Eli rested his head on his elbow and I copied him.
    “I feel so guilty for harassing you and demanding your attention,” I added.
    “Even if you did a million horrible things to me, I’d still find that one reason to be with you.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “And you didn’t harass me or demand my attention. From the moment I saw you, you had me, and I knew I’d do anything to protect you. Not because you were the daughter of the goddess that my father died protecting, but because I knew just from looking at you that we could help each other—that we could be each other’s salvation.” He swallowed hard. “That’s why I was so hurt when you left. I thought that if anyone could help you, it’d be me. You were the only shred of light that I had left in this dark existence.”
    I sat up and pulled him toward me, he opened his mouth to talk, but I silenced him with my lips. I brushed my tongue against his bottom lip and our innocent kiss turned passionate. Every aspect of his body—his lips, his hands, his scent—magnified and overpowered me. I pulled away, our eyes met, and I was lost, drowning in a sea of green. His eyes were alight with an emotion I’d never really seen in him before. It wasn’t love or admiration, no, those I’ve seen. This time he looked at me—into me, with such lust and passion, like I was the only girl in the entire world, even in my pajamas. It impossible for me to pull away from his crushing sex appeal. I became powerless, I was his and he knew it. I couldn’t fight him any longer and I didn’t want to. I leaned forward slightly, permitting him to press his lips against mine. This time there’d be no interruptions. This time there’d be no going back. His lips touched mine and he entwined his fingers in my hair before pulling away ever so slightly.
    “We might not be interrupted this time,” he muttered quietly, his lips grazing against mine as he spoke.
    “I know.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    He hesitated for a moment, analyzing my face, trying to read my emotions.
    “You know what to do?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “You’ve done this before?”
    He smiled. “Yes, I’ve done this before.”
    I forced down the jealousy that crept up and I wrapped my hands around his neck, urging him closer. It didn’t matter if he’d been with other girls—he was hot as hell, so of course they’d notice him. What mattered was he was here with me now. Piece by piece our clothes fell to the floor. He shifted his weight, pushing me down on the bed. My hands moved over his skin, my heart drumming so hard in my chest that it ached. His arm wrapped around my waist, and the other hand caressed my cheek, moving slowly down my arm, tracing the contour of my body along my hip and down my thigh, igniting my blood as he went. He pulled my thigh up so it wrapped around him. Then it happened…I was having sex.

    When it was over, I lay back against him. My body hurt with aches and sensations that I’d never felt before… yet at the same time, I felt content and beyond happy. I’d never expected my first time to be so error free and exhilarating. Then again, I never expected my first time to be in a school with someone seven years older than me, but at the end of the day, none of that mattered. What mattered was it was with the person I love more