Page 68 of Angel

“You’re fucking soaked for me. Damn, peach, you are so sexy and gorgeous when you cry out like that.”

I need him inside me now.

I need to feel Venom.

I need to feel Deacon.

He rubs my clit, and I’m shot into an explosive orgasm. Dead fucking center. I collapse my head against his shoulder.

“Oh my God, Deacon. That feels so good.” My pussy pulses around his fingers, and I nip his shoulder. The way I call him Deacon, I know it affects him, because he grabs his boxers, slipping them off so fast I almost fly back. But he catches me. “That was even better than the first time.” I huff out a chuckle.

“Good. And it’s going to feel even better when I fuck you.” He holds my waist, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. He’s so strong, and it’s turning me on even more. His large, hard cock penetrates me, and I gasp in pleasure. He looks at me for a moment, his breathing just as intense as my own. He’s ready. I’m ready. “Fucking Christ. What are you doing to me?” He moves a piece of hair away from my eye, peering into my soul.

This is my first time not using any protection, and it’s a different feeling. A safe feeling.

“What are you doing to me?” I start to move on him, with him inside me, because I need it. I fucking need him like I need air. To survive. With every motion, every time his hand grips on my skin, I lose more and more of myself. The bad parts of me.

The lies.

The secrets.

The pain.

He’s washing away my past, my present, and any future demons. He’s saving me, and for the first time, I let someone.

I let him. Only him.

He grabs the back of my head, pulling me forward and breaking my focus away from the ceiling. He holds me so I’m forced to face him. “I want your eyes here. On me. Don’t you dare look away.”

He places a hand around the front of my neck. Not in a possessive, terrifying way, but with passion. I move faster and faster on him. The sensation sizzling, crumbling me into tiny pieces. I’m not whole anymore. He’s breaking me down. My walls are torn.

Broken.

Hammered away.

We peer into each other’s souls as we share this moment together. This energy that intertwines us: mind, body, and soul. He begins to pulse inside me. And with the friction, the pleasure consumes every part of me, swallowing me whole. He gives himself to me too, and I take it. I gladly take it with everything I have.

“Fuck, Angel.” I watch as he finishes, calling out my name. It makes me hot all over again.

I just realized… I don’t want another woman touching him. Ever.

When we both come down from our high, I collapse. My body stills, but I don’t move away. His safe arms engulf me, wrapping around my back. And we stay like that, without wanting to break free, fearing that it will bring us both back to reality. One that doesn’t include each other.

We’re scared that this will all be taken away, at the drop of a hat. Well, at least… that’s how I feel. What will happen once this little adventure we’re on is over? What’s going to happen? The mere thought of not being with him shatters me, after he was slowly putting me back together.

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Venom

I can’t release her from my grasp. I want to keep her in my arms. Keep holding her. Because she cures me—cures the evil poison coursing through my veins. Her body is like magic in my arms, and I will never let anything or anyone touch her. Harm her.

I would die for her.

I told her I loved her without using the exact words. I fucking said I love her. I never told any woman that before. Having never felt that way. Until Angel. Until she came into my life like a storm, wreaking havoc on me. Then… she consumed me and there was no running from it, no denying it. I inhale her flower-scented hair, the moisture from our joined bodies soaking each other.

“Angel…”

She jerks away. “Sorry, I’ll get off.” A sadness enters her gaze, and it breaks me. I don’t ever want to see her sad again. I lock on to her wrist. “Go get cleaned up and then come back over to me, got it?”

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