Page 58 of Angel

“I can’t,” I tell him breathlessly. “I can’t do that.”

He stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Fuck.” He stalks toward me, jerks my legs apart, and I moan. Resting my body on my elbows, I tilt my head back and close my eyes.

He wastes no time. He cups my pussy and plunges a finger into my entrance. And I scream. Then he thrusts another. And I scream again. In and out, he’s finger-fucking me like it’s him inside me. Like his large cock—the one I’ve only dreamt about—is penetrating and pleasuring me. Just as I’m on the verge of an orgasm, he slides his fingers out and starts kissing my inner thigh. I grab on to his hair as if it were keeping me upright.

“You’re absolutely fucking perfect,” he tells me as his eyes burn through mine.

He lightly presses on my clit with his tongue, and I cry out. “Oh, God.”

He licks up, down, then back to my clit. Giving it all the attention it craves. Then he draws circles—tiny damn circles—with his tongue, and my back arches as I grab on to the sheets. He seizes my hips, squeezing them with his strong hands as he keeps circling my clit. He applies more pressure, and my body tingles. My mouth gapes open, sucking in any air I can find. He returns a finger to my entrance, plunging it forward and up, and my body ignites with pleasure.

Is this the G-spot everyone raves about? “This feels… Oh my God!”

He nibbles—bites—my clit and I lose it. The pleasure is like nothing I have ever felt before. The orgasm hits me, and I can’t help but yell out his name. One I would never find beautiful, but in this very moment, it’s stunning. I moan, grab, fist anything I can find. I’m left breathless, absolutely breathless. I’m spread out, legs parted, and Venom’s slouched over the bed. Head dipped, and he refuses to look at me. I just stare at him, unable to move.

Does he regret it? “Hey—”

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He talks to the mattress and a sting of pain stabs my chest. He can’t even look at me. “I’m sorry.” Sorry? Why is he sorry? He just gave me the best and only orgasm created by another soul—by any man. He doesn’t need to be sorry. He pushes off the bed and stomps away, slamming the bathroom door.

What just happened? I grab the sheet and pull it over me, because suddenly I feel vulnerable, and I don’t like feeling vulnerable. I sink into the comfort and safety of the mattress and face the wall, staring. And for the first time, I feel the sting of rejection.

When I hear him come out, I pretend to be asleep. The mattress dips, and I clench my eyes tighter. “First meetup is tomorrow, ten a.m. Have to stop somewhere first.” He knows I’m not sleeping, and he’s talking like him eating me out didn’t just happen.

“Sounds great.” God, I’m like a pouty high schooler angry with her boyfriend. We lie in silence while my heart stammers. Beating hard. Beating so fast it’s all I can hear. No, I refuse to let him hold any sort of power over me. I fly out of my prone position. “You know what? Fuck you.”

He slowly rises, turns, and I completely missed the fact that he’s shirtless. It’s dark, but I can make out his sculpted features. The stunning artwork all over his body. I’m mesmerized. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, and I gawk at him, unable to peel my eyes away. Yes, I’ve seen him shirtless before, but it still renders me speechless.

“What?”

I swallow. “I-I said fuck you. How dare you make me feel like shit. You don’t get to walk away like that, making me feel—”

“I’m sorry.”

I pause. “W-what?”

“I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. You didn’t deserve to be treated like nothing back there.”

I go to speak, but stop. I’m not sure what to say. “W-well, good. Great. You should be sorry. Asshole.” I spin and slam my head back down on the pillow. I’m not done though. “Can I ask you something?”

It takes about ten seconds before he answers. “You’re going to ask me anyway, with or without my permission.” He’s right.

“Outside, when I was going to fall on my face, did you take the brunt of the force on purpose? To break my fall.”

“You fell and took me with you—that’s it.”

I smile, because I know the truth. But it quickly dies, and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Don’t worry, we can pretend like this never happened. What went on between us. I already forgot about it. So, no worries. Thanks though, for the orgasm.” I clutch my pillow.

I don’t want to forget about it. I can’t forget about it. Sadness swarms my chest.

Venom

I stare at the wall, feeling the sting of her words. What did I expect? I sucked on her perfect pussy, had her screaming out in pleasure, and walked away like she was a piece of trash.

A whore. Made her out to be the whore I told her she wasn’t.

Jesus Christ. I’m a fucking asshole. I never wanted to hurt her. I never want to hurt her. But I did. And I always will, because this is who I am. I shouldn’t have lost control like that, but when she fell on me, naked, I was a fucking goner. Her tits pressed against me, and I felt how soaked she was. That was for me. She was wet. For me.

I roll onto my back, stealing a glance. Her blonde hair’s spread out on the bed like a goddamn goddess, with her small shallow breaths. Fuck, she really is an angel. I fight the urge and fail. I brush a strand of hair from her soft cheek. She must be exhausted because she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even wake at my touch.

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