“Tell me, Angel, what will be my reward for my patience?” I stood on my tiptoes, curling my fingers over Remo’s neck, pulling myself up and against him. His hardness rubbed against my naked stomach, and he groaned a low, dangerous sound. “Something forbidden. Something you aren’t meant to be gifted.” Remo’s body became taut, eager, and he tipped my head back, his lips brushing mine. “Something you promised to someone else?”
