Page 46 of To Tame An Angel

I pressed my lips to the faint scar and kissed it. He tensed, leaning forward and allowing me access to the expanse of his skin.

“Nalla -”

The faint aroma he exuded when he was aroused reached my nose and I smiled into his back. I kissed him again, running my fingers down to his waist and pressing into his skin.

“I want to have you, Tannor,” I whispered.

A kiss. A lick. A moan from his mouth. I found a fleshy skin that I could capture between my teeth, and I bit him. His sharp breath was music in the wind.

“You said,” he paused as if braving words, “that you would fuck me.”

I raised a brow and slowly circled him, my hands straying to his waist until we stared at one another, drinking each other in.

“Fuck you were?” I asked.

His jaw twitched, and I could feel his frustration, how he was yanked between wishing something and understanding his own need for the things I offered. I pressed myself against him, clasping his back and placing my chin against his chest. I wanted to watch him.

“Fuck you where, my angel?” There was a tone of teasing.

He sighed dramatically and pulled me in, burying this face into my hair. I smiled at his reaction because I could see the flush of his neck. My cunt flooded, and I went from sadness to worry to desire.

Into my hair he mumbled, “My ass.”

I tapped his ass through his trousers. “Get rid of these and lay on the bed.”

It was a desperate scramble to recall my lessons. The angles and positions recommended for ease of entrance. He lay on the bed, much as the night I dragged him back into my rooms. Only this time, he wasn’t chained. This time he’d asked for it, and I was more than happy to provide. I slowly strapped the phallus to my coupling belt, and the phallus stuck out straight from my cunt. He glanced at it, hesitating, then setting his head back down on his arms. I saw the twitching of his ass cheek.

“We’ll go slowly,” I assured him and took my preferred bottle of coconut oil to the bed.

Despite his hesitation, I noticed his cock was still half-hard between his legs. When I dipped into the bed, I crawled up and leaned down to kiss him. When my lips met his skin, he sighed. He met my eyes, and I smiled, trying to reassure him.

“The most important thing is to relax. We’re not in a hurry.” I leaned back, settling myself between his legs.

I adjusted his position, urging him to lift his right leg, bent at the knee. He shifted, and I pushed a little on his thigh. He grunted, and I encouragingly slid my hand over his sack, tugging it slightly.

“Nalla–” he hissed, and I smiled. “A little higher, darling.”

He complied and between the soft hairs that decorated his crack I found his winking hole.

“My good boy,” I said and kissed one ass cheek, taking a little bite.

He groaned and pressed himself into the bedding, looking for friction. Good, let him have his little pleasure. I turned to the vial of oil and drizzled it between his cheeks. He flinched.

“I’m right here, Tannor,” I assured him as I pressed my finger in his crack. That tight hole welcomed me before, and I wanted him to love it as much as I loved it.

Gently, I stroked it and he shivered, his skin prickling. His breathing hitched, and I scratched his leg with my other hand. He turned his head to look at me with those intense blue eyes of his.

“Are you excited?” I asked.

It was hard for him to say such things. He didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to admit he enjoyed this. He wanted to prove me wrong. I pressed slightly into his hole and his eyes fluttered.

“I want to touch you.” His jaw is tight. “Please.”

I sat up. “Have you earned it?”

“I’m about to take a phallus up my ass for you. I think I deserve something.” His tone was not harsh, but desperate.

“Why do you want to touch me?” I asked as I pressed deeper into his hole. He was panting, mouth open, but eyes still on me.

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