“No fucking way …” Adalyn breathed as she stepped into the empty penthouse apartment. It was bare, with no furniture, and much smaller than the other ones she had seen on the top floor, but the view was damn sure amazing. “How did you …? When did you …?”

“Lucca gave me the keys last night and said it was mine if I wanted it,” Angel told her.

She looked over at him, noticing the devoid expression on his face. The happiness she initially felt started to drift away, replaced with sadness. “You don’t want it?”

“It’s not that I don’t want it. It’s what it means if I take it.”

She darted her tongue out to lick her lip, nervous for what he was about to say.

Angel stalked toward her, then began to walk around her in a circle. “The fact that he even offered it to me tells me he doesn’t plan on me leaving.” His gray eyes moved over her body. “And if I take it, that would mean I accept the fact that I will be trapped here …”

She breathed heavily, and her heart began beating faster and faster the more he stalked around her.

He stopped right in front of her, bringing a single tatted finger to the base of her chin, slowly tilting her head higher and higher. Then he said the word that held one final guarantee, “Forever.”

The beating in her chest grew louder.

“Do you know what forever for me means for you, sweetness?”

She held her breath.

“An eternity with me.” He said the words with such a force that they seemed to shake the room.

She heard the strong pounding in her chest ringing in her ears.

“Is that what you want, sweetness?” He pressed his fingertip into her chin even more. “Because if not, you better walk out of this room right now.”

Her eyes drifted to the door, knowing this was going to be her last chance.

Sliding them back across the room, she then looked him straight in the eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted. “I want you.”

Angel grabbed her neck, pulling her lightly toward him, letting her see him for all that he was. “You sure about that?”

He was everything she ever wanted, and then some.

“Absolutely.”

Bringing her to him, he gripped her tighter, sealing it with a kiss.

Not expecting what was to come next, she found her feet being swept off the ground as Angel carried her up the steps to the lofted bedroom. It all happened so fast, and not until she was tossed onto a mattress that had been placed in the middle of floor did reality return.

Looking at the bed that was covered in white sheets and pillows, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at him in confusion. “I thought he gave you the keys last night?”

Angel’s fierce eyes moved over her approvingly. “He did.”

“But …?” And if I take it, that would mean I accept the fact that I will be trapped here … forever.

“I accepted it the second he handed me the keys.” He bent his knees, falling onto the bed, then moving his body to cover hers. “I’d be trapped with or without you, sweetness.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he inched his face down to hers, stealing a quick kiss. Then another.

Each kiss he stole became longer, more passionate as he stole her heart along with it.

He pressed his body down on hers harder, making her fall completely back, as he became more demanding with his mouth. She wasn’t afraid of his hunger. In fact, she matched his intensity with her own needs, pressing her breasts harder against him as she rubbed her tongue along his, darting it into his mouth to tempt him further.

She moved her hands to his waist, slipping them under his T-shirt and exploring the muscled flesh beneath. She had never touched a man’s body before. She found it invigorating, her own body tingling from the sensation of feeling his cold flesh.

A low growl escaped his throat, telling her she needed to proceed with caution, but Adalyn had waited long enough. She was still in need from the time he hadn’t given her a release that night in the elevator.

Moving lower, she slipped her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans.

Any constraint he had left in him fled.

He swiftly removed her sweater and thin bra before going to her waistband and pulling down her jeans and panties in one swoop with the lift of her hips.

With her fully exposed to him, the flash of need shining through his dark gray depths made them lighter. They travelled from her dainty face down to her small, round breasts, to her tiny waist and small hips. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.”

A rush of heat flooded her cheeks.

Not wanting to be alone in her nudity, she looked up at him through heavy lashes and said, “Let me see you.”

When Angel removed his shirt, exposing every inked inch of him, her eyes widened. It was a glorious sight.

Reaching up, she couldn’t resist running her fingertips over the tattoos, tracing them, wanting to commit each one to memory. She started at his chest, then went down to his lean abs, and then even lower to where she saw them dip inside his jeans.

“How can one person be so perfect?” she whispered to herself, unable to stop tracing them.

“I’m not perfect, sweetness.” Angel stopped her hands as he leaned down, darting his tongue out to quickly lick a taut nipple. “I’m far from it.”

She had practically moaned when his warm tongue touched her. Grabbing his shoulders, she dug her nails into his skin, wanting and needing him to continue. By the time he took her breast into his mouth, sucking the sensitive area, she was almost ready to come.

When she wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him closer to her, her exposed pussy raked against his jeans, and she felt his hard length that was so close yet so far away.

He unbuttoned his jeans, setting himself free in an instant. His need was too much for him to handle anymore.

Holding himself above her, he placed the tip of his shaft at her opening and gave a small thrust to notch inside her without warning.

The cold reality of what she was doing rushed over her as Angel entered her, moving slowly through her channel, invading where no one had gone before. The stark truth was, with each thrust, the more deeply and madly in love with him she became. She wanted Angel. She liked the way he felt against her; the tingling, electric currents that went through her at every thrust that only kept growing in intensity.

At first, he moved slowly and gently. Then, as he drove deeper inside her, he started moving faster and harder, rocking his hips against her while placing featherlight kisses along her jawline. It was a sensation she had never experienced. The intimacy was like nothing she had never imagined. And that it was with a Luciano made it even more irresistible.

She buried her face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds she was making as he moved inside her. Each stroke sent ripples throughout her as she wrapped both legs around his waist and began moving back against him.

Her nails must have been digging into his skin too painfully because he jerked them away and held them pinned to the top of the mattress above her head.

Angel was controlling not only his but her movements now as he increased the passionate intensity between them. She could only go where he led her. And where he led her was a magical place right between Heaven and Hell. With Adalyn taking him to Heaven with each deep thrust into her pure, untainted body, and Angel taking her straight to Hell as he came inside her, claiming her and tainting her as forever his.

The son of the devil and the Italian beauty.

She had finally found her own version of love that she had desperately craved. My own match made in Heaven and Hell.