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“Fuck, I could do this all day and every damn day,” I groan. She whimpers in response. “Fuck my tongue Angel, take what you need,” I order. She rocks her hips against my face, taking exactly what she needs and where she needs it. I groan as I taste her wetness, tasting her sweet nectar.

“Yes! Scar! Fuck!” she cries out. I grip her hips tighter as I bury my tongue deeper so I can taste every damn drop or her orgasm. Her legs tremble with pleasure and her nails dig into my scalp. As her hips slow, I can feel her body relax against me. I take one last long lick, savouring her taste before I get to my feet and pin my body against hers. I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I rasp. “I thought something had happened to you. Fuck, I thought someone had gotten to you. I thought someone had taken you from me,” I confess.

She lifts her hand and her fingertips delicately trace over the scar on my face. Reaching up she places a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m here and I’m okay,” she whispers in reassurance.

“Sir,” a voice comes over the speaker. I look up to see a camera and the person on the intercom clears his throat. “Is everything alright, sir?” he asks.

I raise an eyebrow at the camera, knowing full fucking well he would have just seen that we are more than fucking okay. I point to the patch on my cut. “All is fine, but if that footage isn’t deleted, I will hunt your fucking ass and your family’s asses down,” I seethe. Reaching over I release the stop button, and the lift starts moving again.

Elsie lets out a gasp and leans around me. “He won’t do anything,” she assures him.

I look down at her. “Angel, I fucking will if he even thinks about looking at you, at my woman, my fucking pussy. I will slit his throat while he sleeps,” I state firmly.

“Sir, no footage was recorded. Thank you and I hope you have a nice day,” the voice says from the intercom again before cutting out.

Elsie bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. “I had no idea you were so possessive.”

The door to our floor opens, and I take her hand in mine and drag her into my apartment. I don’t give her a chance as I practically rip her clothes from her body. Her hands turn just as frenzied as mine as they fumble with my jeans. I help her out and make quick work of removing them for her. We both stand there in front of each other completely naked, our eyes drinking in every curve, every freckle and mole, every scar. She walks toward me, her eyes remaining on mine.

I’m about to reach for her but she drops to her knees. I shake my head. “Angel,” I start, but my words die in my throat as hermouth wraps around the head of my cock, swirling her tongue. I groan as I stroke my fingers through her hair, being mindful to keep my hips perfectly still. She attempts to wrap her small hand around the base of my cock, her fingertips barely meeting as she pumps her hand while bobbing her head, sucking and taking me as deep as she can. I feel my balls tighten as my orgasm begins to build. “Angel,” I growl. She doesn’t listen and continues.

I reach down and lift her to her feet. She opens her mouth to protest, but I grab under her peachy behind and lift her up. She lets out a little scream as she wraps her legs around my waist while draping her arms over my shoulders. I turn and press her against the floor to ceiling glass. The head of my cock lies at her entrance, and her rich green eyes stay on me as I thrust up, filling her. Her head rolls back and a moan pours from her lips. I look at her healing stitches that are no longer covered and place a soft kiss there, claiming it, erasing his fucking touch. I pump in and out of her, feeling her greedy pussy squeeze my cock.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” I grit through my teeth. I fuck her harder and faster, wanting her to come apart, wanting to feel her pussy clamp around my cock. Her walls begin to tighten. “You going to cum for me, Angel? Cum for me in front of the entire town. Show them who you belong to. That I belong to you,” I pant. She moans as she digs her nails into my shoulders. “Cum for me. I can’t hold back anymore. Cum for me,” I grit through my teeth, using everything within me to keep my climax at bay as I wait for her, wanting to watch and feel her. Her legs tighten as she bucks her hips, her walls clamping around my cock as she milks me.

“Fuck! Oh God! Yes! Fuck!” she screams.

No longer holding back, I let my orgasm go, and pleasure fucking explodes from the base of my spine. I thrust deep inside her, wanting to be buried deep as my cum fills her fucking perfect pussy.

“Fuck,” I growl, slamming inside her two more times. I rest my forehead on her shoulder to catch my breath, feeling her fingers caress through my hair.

“I would never let anyone take me away from you. I would fight, kill anyone that tried,” she whispers in my ear. I lift my head to look at her, and her face is flushed in that post-orgasmic bliss. She continues to stroke her fingers through my hair. “I love you. You are all I ever need, all I ever wanted my entire life. I was dreaming and longing for you before I even knew you existed. Why would I ever give up on the one thing, the one person I’ve dreamed about my entire life?” she rasps, her eyes full of love and sincerity.

“I don’t deserve you,” I tell her truthfully. “You’re too good for me, too good for this life.” I place a kiss on her lips before breaking away and giving her my mischievous grin. “Thankfully I’m a selfish cunt, and I’m not letting you go, not for any fucker.” She lets out a laugh as I walk us to the couch and sit down, still keeping us connected with her straddling my lap. I take her mouth, feeling my dick twitching, ready to go again.

She breaks the kiss and raises her brow. “Already?” she asks, a smile playing on her lips.

I grin as I lift my hands behind my head. “Angel, whenever my dick is buried in your sweet pussy, I am always ready.”

Layingin my bed with Elsie sprawled naked across my body, as my finger glides through her silken hair, I sigh, feeling like all the pain, all the fucking torture of everything in my life was worth it. Just to have her right here. She lifts her head, her sleepy eyes landing on mine.

“Do you have parents?” she randomly asks.

I grunt, smiling. “No, I was formed in a lab by scientists,” I tease.

She playfully smacks my chest. “No, I’m serious. I mean, you know my parents and my family history. I don’t know anything about you. Why you won’t let anyone call you by your real name, or...” she says, pausing with her finger trailing along the scar on my face. “How did you get this?” she presses.

I stroke my thumb along her bottom lip. “You aren’t going to give up until I tell you, are you?” She grins and shakes her head no. I expel a breath. It is never easy talking about them. It’s easier to shut them out. “I was raised in a religious community,” I start. “Not a nice one. It was bad. This...” I pause, pointing to the scar. “It’s from me stealing an extra ice bun,” I explain. She frowns, the hazel and gold sparking in her eyes. It’s something I’ve learnt she does when she’s angry. “I was only a kid. Anyway, some kids got it worse, especially if they thought the devil was in them or evil. Anything really, they would hang them,” I state with brutal honesty. She gasps, covering her mouth. “My friend was one of them,” I add, refusing to let the memory resurface. “Anyway, I don’t talk about it. I don’t want the name they gave me, and I want no memory of it. I especially don’t want my nightmares touching you,” I tell her, hooking under her arms and sliding her closer to me before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

She cups my face in her hands. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

I shake my head. “None of it matters now I have you. That life is dead. I don’t dwell. I’ve had darkness consume my life, and I won’t let that happen again,” I assure her.

Her eyes pour with so much love it’s almost too much to bear. “That’s why you always make people laugh. Always keeping even the darkest situations light,” she whispers. I swallow, my throat feeling dry. “I saw past it when I met you. I saw the pain and suffering in your eyes. My beautiful broken man,” she whispers.

I press my lips to hers in a slow and tender kiss. Slowly, I break the kiss and roll her onto her back.

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