Page 87 of Angel

I fist his shirt and pull him to my lips, locking my mouth with his. Tongue. Groping. Moaning. It all happens so fast, but I don’t care. And I don’t care who sees.

“Let’s get out of here before I’m no longer able to control myself.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Venom grabs my hand to guide me toward the exit, but Charger blocks the door, Jules beside him. “What are you doing, Charger?” He ignores his newly appointed fiancée and challenges Venom with a menacing stare.

“You need to get out of my way and let me take my woman with me.” Venom steps closer, and for the first time, I have nothing to say.

Charger looks at me, then back to Venom, and nods. He skids across the floor, letting us pass, but places a palm to his shoulder. Venom pauses and looks down at Charger’s hand, and the intensity climbs. “This doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

Venom nods, but he doesn’t move. And I swallow, wondering what’s next. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” Venom isn’t looking at Charger. No, he’s looking at Jules, and she smiles. He pulls me forward and walks out, dragging me with him. We stop in front of his bike, he hands me his helmet, and without words, I climb on the back and we take off. Where are we going? I have no idea. But I don’t care. I’ll follow him anywhere.

My Venom. My Deacon.

He parks in front of his place, and my body is already a tingling mess. I dismount first, then he tugs me toward him, pulling me up off the ground, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me inside his home.

“I need you now.” He kicks the door closed, and I admire his strength. How the hell did he unlock and open the door with one hand? He violently kisses me, breathing me in, one hand tucked under my ass cheek, clenching it, and the other skimming my back.

I need him. Want him.

We break apart, and he rests his forehead on mine. “You’re everything to me. I fucking need you. I need you in order to breathe, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Just stop talking and fuck me, Deacon.”

He crashes his lips to mine again as he walks me upstairs, still in his arms. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know where we are. We enter his room. I know it’s his room because I remember what it smelled like. Like him. He sets me down and backs me up against the wall, forcefully yanking off my leather and shirt. I moan when he grabs my leg, lifting it up and rubbing his calloused hand along the bare skin.

“These shorts should be fucking illegal.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should take them off then.”

Lava ignites inside him as he violently tears the fabric from my body. Nothing separates us now. Nothing, but my bra and panties. He’s eyeing me like he’s going to devour me. I pull his shirt off, rubbing my hands down his chest and abs, because I can’t get enough. I have to touch him to know this is real.

He kneels in front of me, biting my thigh. And in one fast motion, he rips my panties off. I fist his hair and scream out in pleasure when he licks me. Satisfaction and lust swallow me whole. Soaring, I scream again. “You better get up here and fuck me.”

He smiles, and I stare at his naked cock, which is more than ready for me. He lifts my leg to him, teasing me with the tip. But then, he pushes inside. “Jesus Christ, Angel, this pussy is fucking perfection. And it’s all mine.”

I moan when he thrusts into me again and again. With each motion, it’s harder, more powerful. He’s owning me. And I didn’t think anyone could own me.

My body. My soul.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it. Fuck, Deacon, it feels amazing.” I lay my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and letting this sensation run through me. Letting him take me. His hands trail lower, gripping my ass cheeks in his rough palms.

“This is mine. This is all mine.” He bites my shoulder with another thrust. “No one will ever touch you again, only me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes…” I moan, an agonized, tortured moan. Pleasure burns inside me, and I grab on to the back of his hair, fisting it.

“That’s right, baby. You gonna come for me?”

“Yes, yes…”

Simultaneously, we release, each experiencing a sensation that’s different from anything before. Because this time… this time, it’s with the knowledge that neither of us is going anywhere. It’s security. I don’t have to be scared anymore. No more looking over my shoulder. No more being trapped in a world I can’t escape. It’s just me and him, in a place that finally makes me happy.

I can finally be proud of myself.

I collapse into the crook of his neck while he continues to hold me, both of us breathless.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You make me feel, Angel. Feel things I didn’t even know were possible.”

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