Somebody needs to remind this man who his mate is.
I gently caress his cheek and watch him lean into my hand. “Go ahead, Angel. Try to sabotage yourself. Tell me what they made you believe was a monster’s doing. Lay it all out in the open. But I’ll tell you this now… nothing will make me stop loving you. I don’t give a shit about what you did to protect your people because I know who you are. I know your soul.”
Holding his face, I wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. “You’ve been surrounded by pain your whole life, but you still find a way to be compassionate, understanding, and so kind it takes my breath away. You could never be a monster, Anxo. You’re my Angel. A little battered and bruised, but stillmy Angel.”
I kiss his lips tenderly, and when I pull back, my heart soars to see a hint of his precious smile peeking through.
“Just when I think I couldn’t be more obsessed with you, you prove me wrong.” Angel chuckles, his voice hoarse from holding back tears.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way forever.”
I crash my lips to his, giving in to the desperate need to feel him closer. I’ve never taken the lead in the bedroom before, but tonight, Angel deserves a little extra loving.
Our lips move in perfect sync, tasting each other, hands roaming and caressing every inch of bare skin we can reach. I spread my fingers over his chest and feel his heart pick up at the touch. I move slowly, trailing my fingers down to his abs,tracing every curve and dip.
When I break away from our heated kiss, Angel groans. He tries to pull me back in, but I move lower, licking along his jaw and peppering slow kisses down his neck. I start with slow, soft kisses, growing bolder with each touch. A low grunt escapes him when I bite his neck and tug on his curls at the same time.
I trail lower, leaving pink marks scattered across his chest and those beautifully carved abs, shuffling down as I go. When I palm his bulge through his sweats, Angel hisses at the sudden contact, his hips jerking up, pressing harder into my hand.
I tug at his sweats, waiting for him to give me room to slide them off before my hand finds his impressive length through his boxers. Angel moans at the touch, nothing but a thin layer separating us.
I try to get rid of the final buffer, but he stops me. When I glance up, desire burns in his eyes, yet he’s still holding my hand in place.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Don’t tell me I messed up already.
“No! Not at all. But… are you sure, sweetheart? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Angel grits out through clenched teeth, smiling tightly, clearly trying to hold himself back.
I lean in to kiss him, letting my need bleed into my fervor so he can feel how much I want this. I want him to know I’m savoring every shift in his breathing, every rough sound that escapes him.
“I want to. I really,reallywant to. Let me make you feel good, Angel,” I murmur against his lips, smiling when he finally releases my hand.
I kiss him once more because resisting him is impossible before sliding between his legs, face-to-face with his desire that’s ready to rip his boxers off if I don’t give it some attention soon.
I look at my mate, waiting for his nod before stripping awaythe last barrier. His thick, hard length springs free, slapping against his stomach.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not intimidated by the sheer size of this thing. He’s huge with thick, angry veins and the dusky pink tip slick with clear fluid.
On instinct, I swipe my tongue over the tip, tasting him, and the feral sound that rumbles from him urges me to do it again. I suck lightly on the head while my fingers gently wrap around him, stroking almost lazily.
Angel groans, his voice rough. “Tighter, sweetheart.”
I tighten my grip around his length, finding a rhythm that draws those desperate sounds from him. Adjusting my speed and grip, I listen to every hitch in his breath to see what he likes best.
When I quicken my pace with a firmer hold, the deep, guttural groan that escapes him tells me I’ve found the sweet spot.
My other hand drifts lower, cupping his balls, rolling them lightly until he’s bucking up, desperate for more.
Time for a little revenge.
I slow down, swiping my tongue over his tip, just to hear that frustrated grunt. “You like that, Angel? Do you want my mouth on you?” I draw the head into my mouth, sucking greedily before stopping suddenly.
When I keep changing my grip with every stroke, never letting him get closer to that sweet bliss, Angel finally catches on, growling like a hungry predator.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t put my cock in your mouth before I count to three, I’ll take it away.” His breath comes hard and fast.
I want to win this game, but I don’t want to stop. His moans are addictive… almost as much as his taste.
