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He doesn't answer at first while a war rages in the depths of his gray eyes.

Finally, he nods with a jerky movement of his head.

Considering his level of obsession, his answer should surprise me, but it doesn't. His promise never to hurt me means protecting me even from himself and I believe that promise.

"What happens when you develop a new obsession?" Not wanting to see his expression when I ask that, I let my torso fall back to the bed only to be confronted once again with my own eyes staring back at me.

He'll have to get a new bathroom ceiling for one.

"I am thirty-three years old,amate. You are the only person I have ever been obsessed by. I need you when I don't need anyone. Watching you sleep quiets the buzz in my head."

I don't ask what that buzzing is about. I'm not sure I want to know.

"No more heavy thoughts," I decide. "I'm about to have penetrative sex for the first time, I say we focus on that."

Because only time will prove the longevity of his obsession. The only question is: do I jump in with both feet, or try to stay safely on the shore?

Chapter 24

ANGELO

Candi asks what happens when I'm no longer obsessed with her. That only happens when I'm dead and even then, I'll haunt the halls of hell looking for a way back to her.

She says she wants to focus on the sex and I'm down with that. My cock is so engorged it hurts. Embracing the pain, I lean down between her thick thighs and let myself taste her from the source.

With the first lap of my tongue from her perineum up to her clit, I fucking almost come. She smells and tastes likemine.

How can she wonder if there will ever come a time that's not true? There won't.

There is no Angelo Caruso without Candi Brigliano. Not anymore.

Chasing more of her juices, my tongue delves into her opening with my fingers. It's a tight fit, but she's so damn wet, her virgin pussy lets me in.

"Angelo!" Her hands grip my hair and pull.

The pain is another reminder how perfect she is for me. Even when she says she'll lay back and let me do my thing, Candi can't help touching me.

I fucking love it.

"I need you, Angelo," she says fervently. "I need you inside me."

All in good time. But first…I lick my way up to her clit and circle the swollen bundle of nerves with the hardened tip of my tongue. Over and over until she's canting her hips in silent demand.

She wants to come a third time when she didn't believe she could come twice in a row.

I do this to her. I am the one she wants to share her body with in a way she's never shared it before.

Me. Not a normal guy with regular feelings and reactions.Me. Angelo Caruso. Angel of Death.

Candi's lover.

Her breaths are coming in harsh sobs and she's trying to guide my mouth to give her what she wants with her hold on my hair.

But I don't. Not yet.

Reaching up, I gently disentangle her fingers and lift my head. "Are you ready for me,amate?"

"I was ready in the shower," she grouses.

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