His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel exactly how much he wants this.Wants me.The knowledge makes me bold in a way I've never been before.
I'm the one who tugs his shirt free from his jeans.I'm the one who runs my hands over the hard planes of his chest, feeling muscles jump under my touch.I'm the one who leads us toward his private room at the back of the clubhouse.
"The kids," I whisper as he backs me toward his bed.
"Are sound asleep three doors away with Tempest standing guard.We're alone, Angel."
His mouth finds mine again, and this time there's nothing gentle about it.This is years of wanting, months of dancing around each other, days of almosts that never quite happened.
This is everything.
The door clicks shut behind us and something in me gives way.It’s quiet, but it’s not peaceful.It’s charged.I feel his eyes on me, tracking every breath, every movement, like he’s waiting for the moment I’ll change my mind.
I don’t.
I grab the front of his shirt and kiss him again, rougher this time.No hesitation, no room for doubt.His mouth opens under mine with a low groan, his hands finding my waist and pulling me tight against him.I can feel how hard he is already, pressed firm to my stomach, and it hits me all over again—I’m doing this.We’re doing this.
My shirt comes off fast.He helps, but it’s my hands that tug it over my head, arms up, skin flushed.His eyes go to my chest like he’s starving, and then his hands are there, thumbs grazing over my bra just long enough to make me gasp before he’s slipping the straps down and freeing me completely.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dragging his mouth down my neck, lips open, teeth catching skin.“You’re so damn beautiful.”
I don't say anything.I just reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle while he kisses along my collarbone.He hisses when I pop the button on his jeans, voice rough against my skin.
“Angel.”
That name again, wrecked and reverent.It goes straight to my core.I shove his jeans down and he kicks them off.I touch him through his boxers and he jerks in my hand, one sharp breath sucked between his teeth.
“You sure?”he asks again, voice tight, like he’s hanging by a thread.
“Completely.”
That’s all it takes.His hands are back on me, sliding down to my thighs.He grabs the backs of them and lifts me, just enough to get me on the bed behind him, and he follows without pause, crawling over me like I belong to him already.He peels my jeans down slow, kissing every inch he exposes, and I swear I feel myself shaking.It’s too much and not enough all at once.
When I’m down to nothing but panties, he trails one hand up my inner thigh, breath hot against my stomach.
“I’ve thought about this so many fucking times.”
I arch up to meet him.“Then stop thinking.”
He chuckles, low and rough, then hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down.The air hits me and I don’t care.I want him to see.His eyes darken and he brings his mouth to me; no warning, just one slow stroke of his tongue that makes my hips jump.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, gripping the sheets.
He holds me open with his hands and keeps going, tongue firm and steady.Every flick, every circle, makes me shake harder.I try to close my legs but he growls and digs his fingers into my thighs, keeping me spread.He knows what he’s doing.He knows exactly what I need.
“Hades, please?—”
His mouth pulls back just long enough for him to speak.“Not yet.”
Then he sinks two fingers inside me, slow and deep.I cry out, loud, shameless, hips bucking.He watches my face while he fucks me with his hand, curling his fingers just right until I’m gasping for every breath.
“Come for me, Angel.”
It happens fast.My whole body tightens and then breaks apart, pleasure snapping through me like lightning.I cry out again, clutching his wrist, hips jerking as I ride the waves out.
He kisses me through it, slow and soft now, tongue sweeping into my mouth while his fingers slip free.I taste myself on him and it only makes me want more.
“Your turn,” I murmur, flipping him onto his back.
