Page 25 of His Angel

Our mouths collide, and I taste myself on his lips, his tongue, and it's raw, wild, the kiss matching the racing rhythm of our hearts.

We’re on the bed, our lips parting long enough for him to remove my dress, and the force of gravity rushes back, and he kisses me slowly, yet hard and deep as he settles me beneath him, my legs instinctively parting.

His powerful hands roam my body, fingers exploring as he finds every inch of my naked flesh, each touch sending an electric rush through my veins. He dips his head, tongue tracing the curve of my breast before biting down gently, my back arching off the sheets.

“I owe you an apology,” he rasps, sliding his tongue up from my nipple, along the column of my throat.

My hips move in search of him, and I feel the velvet tip of his cock against my thigh. “You need to be more specific.”

“When you woke up after we got here, you were hurting, and I fucked you when I should have made love to you.”

“Isaia—”

“I need to show you I can be gentle, when you need me to be.”

His hand slides into my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he eases farther into me.

“I need to show you a side of me I’ve never shown anyone else.” My breath hitches as he pulls back and out, only to sink back in, again teasing me with a maddeningly slow entrance. “I need you to know that I’ll fight my very nature for you.”

“Is your nature to fuck?” I whisper, completely entranced by the delicious burn of him.

“It used to be.” This time he pushes farther into me, hips flexing, my toes curling with pleasure.

“And what is it now?”

Warm lips claim mine with a kiss that sears bone, his tongue tangling with mine in a rhythm that matches his tantalizingly slow thrusts. “To love you,” he murmurs, and I swear my heart explodes into tiny fragments that pierce my soul.

He pulls back to look me in the eye, his steely gaze burning with an intensity I haven't seen before, and his hand cups my cheek as he sinks back into me, slowly and impossibly deep. “I’ve never loved someone like this, Everly.”

It’s no longer just pleasure, or need, or lust. It’s something profoundly stronger than that. Something that reaches past all the barriers and walls—something bigger than mafia wars and bloodshed.

It’s love. The kind that’s impossible to fight.

I search his eyes as I cup his cheeks in my palms, our gazes locked. “And I’ve never been loved like this,” I whisper back. “And I don’t want to be loved like this by anyone but you.” My fingers slide back to tangle in his hair, and he stills.

“You do things to me. Things I've never felt. And it scares the shit out of me, baby girl.”

“Me too.” I bite my bottom lip. “I’m scared, too.”

With a gentle finger, he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Promise me, no matter what happens, you’ll never,everdoubt my love for you.”

“Isaia,” I roll my hips, my body growing desperate, “I need you.”

His eyes roll closed and he lets out a heavy breath. So I do it again…and again, witnessing his control slipping as I take his cock. My insides start to coil tighter, chills erupting across my skin when his hand finds my hip, forcing me to keep still.

“I don’t want to lose control with you tonight.” The desperation in his voice strikes a chord deep within me. I can feel the tremor in his grip, the battle between surrendering to his primal instinct and maintaining the tenderness he needs to show me.

With the slide of his hand, he guides my leg around his waist, and I gasp as he pushes in even deeper, hitting the spot that takes my breath. “You need someone who can be gentle, too.”

I try to move, but he has me pinned. “Isaia, I?—”

“Everly, please.” He places a delicate kiss just below my ear. “I need to do this, but you have to keep still, or I won’t be able to.” My fingers dig into his shoulders, and he hisses. “Fuck, woman. Just by touching me, you drive me crazy. Give me your hands.”

I obey, and he takes both wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, taking complete control, his gaze locked on mine as he rears back slowly, letting me feel every inch of him.

As the head of his cock slides out, he slips back in, and my toes curl, my legs trembling as each stroke sends a wave of pleasure to my core.

His control is as agonizing as it is exquisite, and my entire body quivers with sensations that leave me on the brink of madness. I want to press my fingers into the flesh of his ass, urge him deeper, harder. I want to move my hips to meet his every thrust, but I know he needs this, and maybe I need this, too.

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