Every time one pulls back for a breath, the other follows until we are kissing again. I never knew holding someone could become my addiction, but looking at Angel now, I know I will fight battles every day of my life if it means I get to keep holding him like this.
“You make me feel safe, Angel,” I whisper, our foreheads pressed together, both of us panting like we ran a marathon. He falls back with me on top of him, and I adjust myself until I find my perfect spot on top of him.
“And you make me the luckiest man alive.” Giggling I bury my face in his neck, and breath in his addictive scent.
“I’m sorry you got a mate that’s so much work. But I promise to be better for you.”
“For me, you’re already perfect.”
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Warm sunlight peeking through the curtains and soft snores act as my alarm. I wiggle under the heavy man lying on top of me— squishing me to death but it’s no use.
Angel’s head is nuzzled against my chest with his arms around my waist. Sometime in the night, my fingers found their home in his curls, gripping like I was afraid he would move. His thigh is nudged between mine, our limbs tangled together in twists.
Softly running a finger along his cheek, I engrave every feature of his face into my memory.
Anxo stirs, subconsciously pulling me closer and burying his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses there. When I shiver involuntarily I feel his lips turn up.Damn him and his warm kisses!
“Morning, beautiful.”
My soul leaves my body and goes straight to azure hearing Angel’s deep, husky voice. I once again shiver like a teenage girl touching a guy for the first time.
I mean, it’s true…
“Morning Angel.”
He all but purrs contently when I scratch his scalp and kisses my throat before biting softly. I gasp at the sudden change, which makes him chuckle before rolling off me. I take a massive gulp of air that I was severely lacking.
He really was trying to squish me to death, wasn’t he?
“Freshen up, sweetheart; we have tons of people dying to meet the missing Horsemen.” With a quick kiss to my nose, he lifts himself off the bed.
The wretched day for introductions is finally here. I’m cool about possibly meeting hundreds of people… and all the parents. I’m not shitting myself at all.All good.
After a thorough scrub down, I leave the bathroom in a soft silk coverup wrapped around my waist that Angel asked me to wear until he came back from Grace’s room with my dress for today.
My jaw drops when my mate walks in with a dress bag and lays it out on the bed. I keep standing still in a daze. If I knew Angel looked this good dressed as Horseman Conquer, I would’ve dragged his ass back home a long time ago.
Western human clothes are widely adopted among Horsemen since we’ve lived among them for so long, but since this was my first impression, Seiji suggested dressing more traditionally. Right now, I’m mentally patting my back for agreeing.
Angel is adorned in a lavender jacket decorated with sparkling gold strings that stop at his waistline. The embellished designs on his sleeves give the illusion that the patterns are dancing over his arms.
A sheer white shirt is tucked neatly into his trousers—trousers with similar designs threaded near the pockets. The shirt does little to hide the intricate Horsemen markings on his chest and abdomen, which is my favorite part about his outfit.
I’m still tongue-tied when Angel strides to my side and picks me up, walking to the dressing table. This man has arms carved with muscles so strong that I bet even the god of beauty are jealous of.
“Let’s get you all dolled up first, and then we’ll tackle the dress. Grace made sure it’s catered to your style and comfort, so I’m not too worried about you wanting to kill her once you see it.”
Carefully lowering me on the seat, Anxo opens the makeup bag before ensuring I know only to do what I like, not what I think people would expect. I barely pay attention to what he’s saying when he starts combing and curling my hair into loose waves—just the way I like.
I stare at him with my lips parted. How is he this fucking perfectandlooks likethat?
I don’t realize I’m tearing up until Angel turns off the curling rod and crouches in front of me, not giving a fuck about wrinkling his clothes.I love his attention.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He wipes the tear that landed on my cheek with his thumb and cups my face. The softness in his eyes is going to be the death of me one day.
“It’s too good. Everything you do, everything you are…” He blinks at me when I start blabbering between my cries. “You’re so good to me that this feels like a dream. And why do you have to look this pretty huh? You don’t even look real! So fucking handsome—”
