I swipe the hair from her face. She’s an angel with blonde waves, innocent, and pure and then I swipe at her other cheek, moving the brunette strands that stick to her forehead, her darker side who likes to be a brat and test my patience.
“You’re my angel.” I grip her face between my finger and thumb and turn her head to the blonde side, peppering her face with kisses. I kiss her neck, whispering into her ear. “My beautiful angel.”
“Yes,” she says, her words no more than a breathy whisper against my skin.
I turn her head to the other side where she’s now a brunette and lick the sweat from her cheek. “And you’re my slut.”
“Yes,” she says with another breathy whimper.
I push into her, my dick threatening to shoot my load at any second. “Mine, Angelica.” I pull out and drive harder. “Fucking mine.” My hand moves to her throat as I thrust deeper. “Say it.”
“Yes. Yours. I’m yours, Sawyer. Your slut. Your angel. All yours.”
“Good girl. Now come on my cock and show me who owns your orgasm.” I soften my grip on her throat, not wanting to mark her, but it might be too late. She’s gonna be fucking sore in the morning and I hope she forgives me for my sins, but right now, I can’t stop fucking her tight pussy. She’s heaven sent with a mouth made for sin.
I’m feral, driving home because that’s what she is to me, home. And I’m about to desecrate her, but there’s no stopping it now. Desire has taken over and the beast in me taken root.
She clenches around me with a cry from her lips, a delicious whimper that sends a shiver down my spine, straight to my balls, and I rut into her with my own release.
Warmth spreads through my groin with the release of pressure as she clenches again, milking my cock with the delicious twinges and pulses from her orgasm.
I unbuckle the belt, unbinding her hands, and drop my head into the crevice of her neck and shoulder, our heated bodies sliding together as I hold myself above her. “Say you forgive me,angel.” I breathe the words against her neck and kiss below her ear. “Tell me you’re all right.”
She giggles, her tits jiggling with her laughter. She runs a hand through my damp hair and turns her face to catch my lips. “I’m more than fine. And there’s nothing to forgive.”
I let out a long sigh, as if letting out all the guilt of taking away her first time. I didn’t deserve it. I shouldn’t have taken it, but there’s no going back now.
She’s mine.
16
ANGELICA
Ipull the blanket over me and wrap it tight around my neck, snuggling into Sawyer’s warm chest. We turned the heater down during the night as we got too hot once the storm had died down. The snow covering the treehouse must be keeping us warm, like an igloo keeps the air trapped inside.
We’re both still naked, wrapped up in each other’s arms. The ghost of him between my legs still lingers, causing my walls to twitch with aftershocks every time I think of him inside of me.
He wasn’t wrong when he said it was going to hurt. I felt like a log being split in two as he came down on me, wielding his weapon, but after I became accustomed to his size, the pain turned to pleasure.
Light pours through the window in the treehouse, a gentle flurry of snow still falling all around us as if we’re in a giant snow globe and nothing can burst this bubble.
I inhale Sawyer’s scent, a mix of his usually woodsy fragrance mixed with our arousal. I loved every minute of last night. The brutality of it all. Him treating me like a woman. A sexy goddess he couldn’t get enough of. And the part about saying I was his.
He spent the rest of the night wrapping me in cotton wool, kissing my forehead, and taking care of me like a gentle giant. A complete contrast to the wild beast from before.
The hairs on his chest tickle my nose and I nuzzle into him, soaking up his scent under the blanket. I don’t want him to wake up in case he has second thoughts about us. But I’m under no delusions. He said himself he doesn’t do relationships. If this is nothing more than a holiday fling, then so be it. But I’m gonna make the most of our time together until Dad comes home and reality sets in. Until then, we can live in our bubble.
“You awake?” he asks as he glides his hand up my spine, sending a wave of goose bumps over my back.
“No,” I say and kiss his chest.
He pulls me tight against him, our bodies squishing together as my breasts flatten against him. “It sounds like the blizzard’s subsided.”
“I don’t want to move. I’m warm and cosy here.”
“Me too. Seems likeTwilightwas right.” His chest shakes with a silent chuckle.
“What about?” I lift my head to look into his eyes.
