I smile at his worry. “No, this is perfect. Everything with you always is.”
I never wanted candles, rose petals on the bed, anyway. I’m perfectly content wrapped in my mate’s arms, surrounded by him in every sense of the word.
“What about you?” I ask, brushing his bottom lip with my thumb. “It’s your first time, too.”
Angel chuckles, biting my cheek playfully. “I get to devour you, baby. This is already a dream come true.”
When he asks if I’m sacrificing some secret fantasy in the heat of the moment, I laugh and silence him with a kiss, wrapping my legs around him. Angel breathes into the kiss, his heart racing, and it’s comforting to know he’s a little nervous, too.
He sits back on his knees, tugging his swim trunks off and tossing them beside the shredded remains of my underwear that he tore to pieces like a caveman.
My breath stutters when he’s bare before me. I’ve touched him before, tasted him too, but the thought of himinsideme is a little scary.
“There’s no way that will fit.”
The words slip out before I can stop them. Angel throws his head back in a laugh that shakes in his chest, his eyes crinkling with amusement when he looks down at me.
“You were made for me, sweetheart. I promise it’ll fit.”
He cages me in, greedy hands mapping every curve. Sparks chase his touch, but nerves tighten inside me when his length grazes my clit. He doesn’t let me freeze. His lips consume all thought, his hands soothing, distracting me until I only register the sting when he’s already halfway in, sliding slowly, carefully.
A broken whimper escapes as he completely sinks inside me. The fullness is shocking, breathtaking. I clamp my thighs around him, holding him in place.
His groan vibrates through me, and for a second, I think I’ve hurt him. But when I look up, his face is wrecked with bliss.
Pressing his forehead against mine, Angel fights for control, his eyes dark and glazed with need. I don’t even realize how tightly I’m squeezing him until he hisses.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he rasps before pulling back and pressing his lips to mine, then he thrusts forward in one long, dizzying stroke.
The pain ebbs into faint spasms with each thrust, quickly drowned by the rising pleasure. His warm breath against my ear makes it impossible to focus on anything but him.
I cling to his back, nails digging into his shoulders as he quickens his pace, driving deeper with each movement until every part of me trembles beneath him.
I want to drag myself away from this overwhelming feeling and not move a muscle at the same time.
Angel lifts my right leg over his shoulder, his damp forehead resting on mine. “Look at you, sweetheart. So perfect and needy for me. Such a good girl. You were made for me, weren’t you, baby?”
I lose my head when he hits a spot that makes my vision blur, and I start chanting,Don’t stop.Keep goinguntil I’m breathless. Judging by the smirk carved into his lips, Angel is savoring every second of watching me fall apart.
I’m half-afraid he’ll split me in two if he goes any harder, but that doesn’t stop my body or mouth from begging for more.
With a growl, Angel hooks both my legs over his shoulder and drives in deeper, his chest pressing against the back of my thighs. The new angle rips a scream from my throat, and suddenly I’m grateful we’re alone in the castle.
“Eyes on me, sweet girl. Look at me when I make you scream my name.”
Fuck.His dirty words are going to be my undoing.
It takes everything in me to peel my eyes open when every desperate thrust makes me want to squeeze them shut. But when our eyes finally connect, something sharp ignites in my chest.
My palms heat, and the unbearable need to be closer to my mate consumes me. I grab his face, pulling him into a kiss, and a surge of warmth rushes from me into him, making Angel moan against my lips.
When I break the kiss, my breath catches.
My gold essence is circling him, shimmering smoke dancing over his skin, making him look even more angelic. The golden patterns on his body twist and shift, leaving a new mark in their wake. His eyes flare with a fierce shade of gold that makes my heart stutter.
Angel’s essence—a soft shade of sunrise—unfurls from him, brushing over every inch of my skin his hands can’t reach. Our Divines fuse in the moment, radiant and raw, yet Angel never falters. His thrusts remain relentless, his grip desperate like he wants to claim me with every fiber of his being.
“My sweetheart. My mate. Look at how much I crave you. Even my Divine can’t get enough of you.”
