Page 55 of To Tame An Angel

He sighed and looked at me. “You don’t have to say that simply because—”

“I say it because it’s true,” I said.

His blue eyes widened and filled with many questions, likely more questions than I had answers to. I enjoyed the way he didn’t shy away from meeting my gaze. He was braver than I could’ve ever imagined, and it heightened my lust mingled with love.

“Then I’m truly yours,” he finally said.

His words warmed me, and I kissed him once more, treasuring each bit of his skin, the same skin he gave over to me now.

I reached between his legs and played with his cock until he was grunting and seeking more. When I felt he was truly hard and desperate to come, I took the disinfectant pomade and choose a spot on his ass. The left one for it was my favorite. I nuzzled and kissed it.

“Right here,” I said.

He sighed as I cleansed the area, watching his skin prickle. I had to be quick; it wasn’t meant to torture him. I grasped the red-hot brand by the handle and took a deep breath. Now I was nervous. What if I hurt him more than I was supposed to?

“Nalla,” he said, with a tinge of desperation.

I ran my other hand over his thigh, gentle strokes to offer comfort. “Tell me when.”

He took a deep breath, and finally he hung his head between his shoulders.

“Do it.”

I didn’t wait. With purpose, I brought the brand to his skin and in one motion, I pressed it against the chosen spot. Immediately, he gasped and arched his back. I used my magic to hold him in place and it sucked the strength from me as he strained, but I held on. If Tannor could do it, so could I.

I counted to three as his gasp morphed into a yell. Seeing him like this, I began to cry because it was beyond anything I’d caused him yet.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered and pulled back the brand.

The room was enveloped in smoke, and I could smell Tannor’s burned flesh. I threw the brand on the stone floor and quickly released him from the magic hold. He collapsed on the bed, twisting his body, desperate to find a reprieve from the burning.

Sitting down next to him, I pulled his head over my legs. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were shut. I kissed his head as he grasped my legs. Desperate to distract him, I turned him to his side so that the brand would heal.

Sliding down, I captured his cock in my mouth. He gasped and his hands fisted my hair. I pulled back, and I found him taking sharp breaths as he looked down at me. My thumb circled the head of his cock and he let out a small guttural cry.

I hooked my arm over his leg and once more sucked his cock. The act was intimate and desperate. He gasped when I scraped my teeth over the underside of his member as he twitched and furiously grasped my hair. I didn’t relent, tasting the slick weeping of his cock. When he grew close to release, I pulled back and looked up at him.

Mouth open, he stared at my wet lips, his eyes nearly black with desire.

“Come in my mouth, Tannor. Let me eat you up,” I said huskily as I took him back inside.

He was incoherent as he spurted inside of me, his cum coating my mouth and throat as I desperately tried to swallow and hold him in place, so I didn’t choke. His cock slowly deflated, and I pulled back to stare at it. I found I loved it as much as I adored the man who carried it. I kissed, licked, and took my time lavishing him with worship, caresses, and nuzzles.

When I finished and looked up, he was looking at me with a lopsided smile.

I rubbed his leg, keeping him on his side as I returned his smile. I realized my face was wet with cum and sweat.

“You did so well, my angel. I’m so proud. You’re the strongest person I know.” I kissed his pelvic area. “Rest now. I’ll make sure you heal properly.”

“Nalla,” he whispered and pulled me up.

I crawled up, and he relaxed into my touch as I caressed his face and neck, peppering him with kisses.

He closed his eyes and whispered, “I think I fucking love you.”

I watched him drift to sleep, stunned by his words. Allowing myself a few moments of delight, I kissed his cheek and said his name. He mumbled in his sleep, and it was the loveliest sound I’d heard. When he was fully asleep, I turned to his brand.

There was a sense of pride at the sight of it. It was a clean mark, with raw pink edges and my initials are now permanently on him.

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