Page 72 of His Angel

The storm breaks, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking us as he fucks me into the grass, his hips pistoning with a force that makes my body jolt, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the thunder above, my screams mixing with his growls as we fuck in the middle of the clearing.

“I have half a mind to fuck you in front of the priest so God sees who you belong to.”

“We just got married. I’m sure He knows.”

“Just crossing all the T’s and dotting the I’s, baby.” His hips snap forward, driving into me with a depth that has me screaming again, and I swear I can feel him everywhere inside me. Every corner, every bone, every curve.

My blood hums in my veins.

My lungs gasp for air.

My heart beats his name.

Only his.

“I’ve never…” I whimper, “I’ve never felt you this deep before.”

“Good.” His lips find mine amid the tempest, his kiss as fierce and unyielding as the storm itself. I can taste the rainwater on his tongue, its coolness a stark contrast to the hot urgency of his mouth.

I claw at his back, his chest, his shoulders, my nails leaving bloody trails, and I ride him as much as he pins me, my hips bucking wildly to meet his, my pussy clenching around his cock as I chase the raw, filthy pleasure of him.

His control, the way he fucks me like he’s branding me, claiming every inch of me, makes my clit throb, my body surrendering completely to take every brutal thrust he gives.

“You’re mine, Everly Del Rossa. Not even God can deny it.” He grips my throat, squeezing, the lack of oxygen sending bright spots dancing across my vision, but it makes the climax hurtling toward me explode in a burst of color, my body shuddering, convulsing beneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he praises with a low thrum, his cock slamming into that spot inside me that makes my bones melt like wax in a flame, my pussy gushing around him as I come, screaming his name, my body shaking, my nails digging deeper into his skin, marking him as mine.

With a feral snarl, he flips me over, grabbing my arms, securing my wrists with one hand behind my back, the grass slick beneath my knees, the rain drenching us as he yanks my hips up, slamming into me from behind, his cock stretching me even deeper, hitting every nerve as he fucks me like it’s the last time he ever will.

Lightning flashes, the rain pouring down my spine, soaking my tattered dress, and I feel the petals sticking to my legs, the scent of jasmine and ozone filling my lungs as I scream into the storm, my pussy pulsing around him, another orgasm building, fast and fierce.

His hand grips my wrists tighter, the other on my hip, bruising, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, and I push back, meeting him, needing more, needing all of him, my body on fire with the need to be fucked until I break.

“Again,” he growls, his voice raw, and he reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it hard as he fucks me. “Come for me again, and I’ll give you my cum.”

“Oh, God.” The need for his cum swells within me, consuming every thought, every cell. It courses through my veins like a fever. My body is beyond wracked with pleasure, teetering on the precipice of something savage and consuming while his fingers do wicked things to my clit, his rhythm unfailing, his cock never yielding.

The rain pelting down on my skin, the wind howling in my ears, I grit my teeth and push back harder, clenching around him as he grinds in deeper, every thrust more brutal than the last. And I shatter, my walls clamping down on him, my scream swallowed by the thunder, and Isaia lets go of my wrists, wrapping his arm around me, hooking his hand over my shoulder to force me down harder onto his cock, his low grunts filling my ears like a filthy melody.

My climax is still rippling, gripping every muscle, smothering every thought, and I feel him spill inside me, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum, causing my orgasm to rage even stronger.

A deep groan escapes his lips, a sound that seems to echo through my soul as though we are two halves of the same twisted entity.

The rain pounds down, mixing with the sweat and cum on my skin, and I feel the grass beneath me, wet and slick. We’re both out of breath, and Isaia wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him, his cock still inside me, my body trembling.

Lightning illuminates the island around us, and with his hand on my jaw, he forces my face to the side, his tongue lapping at my open mouth. The rain mingles with the taste of him, of me, of us.

“I love you, Everly.”

“I love you, too.”

“Promise me, no matter what, you’ll never doubt that I’d die for you.” His voice is a ragged whisper against my ear, raw and sincere. “Promise me.”

I lift my hand, resting it on the side of his face, tracing his jawline with my thumb. “I promise.”

He grins. “That’s my good girl.”

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