“You’re not a monster, Angel. Everything you do is to protect your family and a kingdom that depends on you to do right by them. And sometimes—sometimesthat means you have to spill blood, but by no means does that make you a monster.” I will for my voice to stay firm. I can’t have him calling himself that ever again.
“I’m not a good person. She knows all the things I’ve done. She’s right; I don’t deserve any of this, all the good things,you.” Shaking his head, he buries his face in my neck to drown in his shame and hide from the world.
Is this the kind of bullshit they’ve been drilling into his mind? What kind of parents make their son believe he doesn’t deserve a mate and a good life because he has blood on his hands? Blood that came from protecting his people.
“Go on then, spill every terrible thing you’ve ever done and see how I’ll still stand by you,” I assure him, gently kissing his head.
My sweet Angel lifts his head from my neck, his sorrowful red eyes barely holding back tears of frustration. It’s agitating himthat he’s failing to warn me of hisso-called sins. He is trying to convince me,Nevaeh, known for the trail of bodies I leave behind wherever I go, thatheis a monster.
Somebody needs to remind this guy who his mate is.
Gently stroking his cheek, I hold him close. “Go ahead, Angel, try to sabotage yourself, repeat every bad thing they made you believe. Lay it all out in the open, but I’ll tell you this now… I’ve been in love with you long before I knew you, and I won’t stop after you tell me everything. I don’t give a shit about what you did to ensure the safety of your people becauseI know your soul.”
Holding his face, I wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. “Even with all the chaos and hurt around us, you take my breath away with your compassion for everyone around you. You’re no monster, Anxo; you aremy Angel. A little battered and bruised, but still my Angel.”
Leaving a tender kiss on his lips, I lean back, and my heart leaps when a hint of his precious smile peeks through.
“Just when I think you couldn’t be more perfect, you prove me wrong. I’m obsessed with you, sweetheart.” he chuckles, his voice hoarse from holding back tears.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way forever.”
Smashing our lips together, I give into the desperate need to feel him closer. I’ve never taken initiation in our intimate moments before, but Angel deserves extra loving tonight.
Our lips move together in perfect sync, tasting each other and touching every part of naked skin we can reach. I spread my fingers on his chest, feeling his heart pick up at my touch, and slowly lower them to his abs, tracing every curve and dip on his stomach.
I pull away from our heated kiss, making Angel groan. He tries to pull me back, but I skip to attach my mouth to hisjaw, peppering kisses there and slowly reaching his neck. Angel grunts when I bite his neck and tug his hair simultaneously.
I start with slow, wet kisses and with every touch, grow more confident. Starting my journey lower, I leave pink marks all over his chest and those beautifully carved abs, shuffling down as I go.
Without letting my inexperience falter me before I get to the good part, I palm the bulge over his sweatpants. Angel hisses at the sudden contact, and his hips involuntarily buck, only to press my palm harder against him.
Tugging at his sweats, I wait for him until he lifts his hips to give me enough space to slide them off before my palm finds his massive length over his boxers.
Angel moans when he feels my hand on him, with only a thin layer separating us. I move to get rid of the buffer when he stops me. Looking up, I see desire burning in his eyes, which only confuses me more because if he likes what I’m doing, why stop me?
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask timidly. Please tell me I didn’t mess up already.
“No! Not at all… but I, uh, are you sure, sweetheart? You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he says through clenched teeth and a tight smile, clearly holding himself back.
I scoot up to kiss him and let my need shine through my fervor so he can see how eager I am to please him. I want him to know I’m enjoying every little change in his breathing and the sounds of pleasure.
“I want to. I really,reallywant to. Let me make you feel good, Angel,” I murmur against his lips and smile when he nods against me.
Kissing him one more time because how can I resist, I settle between his legs so I’m face-to-face with his desire, a desire that is ready to rip the material off his boxers if I don’t do somethingabout it. I look at him, waiting for a nod before removing the final barrier, and his rock-hard length slaps against his stomach.
I’d be a liar if I said I’m not intimidated by the sheer size of this thing. It’s enormous, covered in angry veins around its girth, with a dark pink tip with fluid dripping out. Out of instinct, I swipe my tongue on his tip to suck it clean, but the moan that follows is enough to let me know I did something right. Lightly sucking his tip, I grip him lightly and move up and down.
Angel groans at the movement before he forces a whisper, “Tighter, sweetheart.”
My palm tightens around his length before falling into a rhythm he responds to most. I change my movement or grip and listen intently to what he likes best. When I fasten my pace with a tight clasp around him, the loudest groan yet signals I’ve found his most preferred pace.
Moving my other hand lower, I palm his balls, playing with them until he is bucking and pushing himself up to feel more.Time for some revenge.
Slowing my pace, I swipe my tongue over his tip, making him grunt. “You like that, Angel? Do you want my mouth?” tightening and loosening my grip with every stroke, Angel growls when he catches on my teasing. “Sorry, I can’t hear you,” I suck on his tip aggressively before suddenly stopping, making him growl throatily.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re teasing, but if you don’t put my cock in your mouth in the next second, I’ll take it away as punishment,” he breathes out, eyes narrowing on me.
I want to win, but I don’t want to stop pleasuring him. His moans are addictive, just like his taste.
