His thumb finds my clit again, sending lightning through me. My eyes squeeze shut, and I gasp. When I open my eyes again, everything is back to normal, like I dreamed of our Divine’s entwining.
“I can feel you tightening around me, baby,” Angel rasps. “Are you going to come for me? Coat my dick in your sweetness?”
If I could speak, I’d warn him how close I am, but my breath hitches when he unexpectedly pinches my clit, throwing me over the edge with nothing but his name on my lips.
His thrusts turn uneven, almost frantic, yet they don’t stop, stretching out my release until I’m trembling. Just as I start to come down, Angel circles my clit in slow, lazy strokes.
“Too… much,” I croak, blindly reaching for his wrist.
“Want me to stop, sweet girl?” His tone is smug. He alreadyknows I have no intention of stopping him.
“No—ah fuck!” A breathless moan leaves me when he keeps hitting that sweet spot over and over.
His thrusts grow harder, sloppier, and I know he’s close, too.
The second orgasm tears through me even harder than the first, and this time Angel follows me, filling me with his warmth as I break apart around him.
He gently lowers my legs from over his shoulders and collapses on top of me, still buried deep. It’s hard to catch my breath with him stretching me, but neither of us wants to move, clinging to each other tightly.
Nuzzling between my breasts, Angel presses a kiss to my skin, making me shiver. I run my fingers through his hair while the other hand traces over his back, healing the faint scratches I left behind.
As long as I’m here, I’ll never let him feel pain again.
He has chased away my demons, soothed every wound, and taught me I’m worthy of love. The least I can do is heal his wounds for the rest of our lives.
Angel clings to me like a warm, heavy blanket, his soft breaths tickling my chest. He kisses my neck one last time before lifting himself on an elbow to capture my lips in a soft kiss.
Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he whispers, “I promise to love you for as long as I breathe.”
There was a time when the adoration in his eyes would’ve scared me, made me shrink away. But not anymore. Now I crave it. I want to drown in his kind words, his endless affection.
“I love you more.”
His smile brightens, but when he leans in for another kiss, I wince at the sudden movement. He freezes instantly.
“It hurts? Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. Being inside you for the first time… I got carried away. I should’ve been more gentle.”
His face twists with guilt, while all I can think is that even if he went apeshit crazy on me, I wouldn’t have minded. Not onebit.
I bite my lip, already imagining ways to get closer to him again, when Angel breaks my train of thought.
“You dirty woman. You’re thinking about round two, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I shrug innocently.
He chuckles and smacks a loud kiss on my lips. “Not yet. Let me give you a warm bath first. It’ll help with the soreness.”
Angel lifts me easily, urging my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He grabs a towel from the lounge chair and drapes it over us, big enough to cover our bodies, and the fact that he’s still inside me… long after we’re done.
He’s totally obsessed with me.
“You’re not sore?” I ask.
“Nope.”
I huff and nip at his neck. “No fair.”
On the way out, he picks up the towel that was under me and tosses it into the trash, along with my ruined bikini.
