Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 by Layna Snow (best romance books of all time .TXT) 📕

she could feel the evidence of his excitement press into her thigh. And boy did he feel huge!

Thane didn’t look cold, as he had before. He didn’t appear emotionless. And for that, she wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or not. Because the hungry, satisfied look that he had wasn’t all that much better. It spoke of a whole other danger.

Sophia looked away, determined to get through this with the least amount of discomfort possible. She had spent the day running around caves and just wanted the day to be over. She was weary and suddenly felt exhausted.

Maybe it was a good thing that she wasn’t feeding herself, Soph thought a few minutes later. She’d probably be so uncoordinated that she’d get food all over her. Then she’d be in trouble. It didn’t look like Adrian had many shirts to offer her. Even now he sat shirtless, his food disappearing while he watched Thane feed her bites in between his own.

Oh! She hadn’t thought about it like that!

She hadn’t thought about them sharing a fork. It was subtle, but arousing all at the same time. To think, the same utensil that touched his mouth had touched hers.

The intimacy of the act. The idea that he was providing for her, helping her, and sharing this with her… it was something she’d have to store away to think about later.

This was not the time. She was too tired, and needed to figure out how to ask for help.

When Thane lifted the fork for her to take another bite. Sophie shook her head and kept her mouth closed. She wasn’t hungry anymore, the pangs that had stemmed from her tummy finally quiet. And with her stomach now filled, another need pressed forward. Sleep.

She’d love to say that she could walk all day without any issue, but her body just wasn’t built that way. She wasn’t full of energy, all muscle like the guys.

She had used up her what meager stores this morning’s coffee had given her. It’s not like she slept well last night.

Who sleeps well when they know that the next day they would be literally walking into Hell?

She couldn’t fight back the yawns anymore, and even her eyelids were heavy. In fact, she’d be perfectly happy to sleep right where she was, curled up against the heat of another body, using his pec as a pillow, but that seemed a little too friendly.

Hadn’t someone told her that skin to skin touching released comfort hormones? Probably Seth, he was full of that kind of knowledge.

Sophie pulled herself up, which took an enormous effort.

Sophie knew that she’d only get so far as the couch before plopping down for the night, which was good because that was where she’d be sleeping, she thought, eyeing the couch. It looked comfortable enough, and really, it beat sleeping on the rocks, as she’d have been doing otherwise.

“Aw, are you tired, hot-stuff? I’d hope that we could play more. We should probably let you sleep, though. So you’ll be bright eyed and bushy tailed for tomorrow. Huh?” Adrian said, following her out of the kitchen.

When she headed of the couch, he took her arm, stopping her. “Nuh, uh. You’re not sleeping on the couch, baby. That wouldn’t be very good of us. And we want to be the best of hosts. Right, Death?” He said, guiding her towards the bedroom.

She knew that she shouldn’t follow, knew that she should resist, but what was the point? She didn’t want to sleep on a couch, and she’d gladly let one of them take it if she could sleep on a bed! And, she was too tired to argue, especially when it wouldn’t do her any good. Adrian was stronger than her, and he didn’t care what she had to say most of the time.

Surprise, surprise.

And although she thought through the decision of staying here, and thought about the consequences—the main one being that they could be killers or worse!—she ended up persuading herself the other way.

Sure, their looks didn’t make them moral. This wasn’t a Disney movie where the attractive people are always the good guys. Neither did the fact that they were Fallen Angels. Because, they Fell for a reason! But they had saved her, and they had fed her. If they wanted to kill her, trying to leave wouldn’t do much good. Besides, they had ample chance before now.

She didn’t trust them, would stay on alert, but she would try to rest, try to get help, and then get back to her mission.

Adrian didn’t seem to notice her inner dialogue, and steered her to the bed on the right side. It had a black comforter, plush and warm. It looked decadent and lush.

Adrian’s.

Where Thane might let her sleep alone, Adrian would do everything he could to get her naked. It didn’t matter who she was, or what she looked like. He was a charmer, and a sex-addict.

Soph halted, planting her feet and turning to meet his stare with one filled with determination. She wasn’t planning on sleeping with him. Regardless of what her body said.

Shaking her head, she watched him, but his smile only turned into a mischievous smirk.

“Oh, come on. I’ll be the perfect gentleman. I swear!” But she didn’t believe him for some reason. That reason might have been the lecherous smile that tugged at his lips. Again, she shook her head.

As if sensing her distress, Thane came to her rescue. “Have mine.” A growl came from behind her, and she turned to see Thane leaning against the opening of the room. He, too, looked like a predator, but she hoped her assessment of his ethics was right.

And as tired as she was, she wasn’t going to question herself right now. Maybe tomorrow, but now she needed sleep.

She didn’t even want to think