Page 39 of Lips of an Angel

“Get up here, darling,” he commanded.

Like a dog offered a bone, I hustled to obey. Straddling his lap, I was elated to feel those piercings against my shaft once more. Raleigh opened the nightstand, and I realized a moment too late what he was going to find when he opened the drawer.

Already flushed red, I had no doubt the color deepened when he found my favorite toy. He held it in his hand, considering it. Instead of making some smartass remark, he tossed the dildo back into the drawer and withdrew a condom and bottle of lube.

Placing the condom aside, he beckoned me closer with one crooked finger. I crawled up his torso, settling on his chest.

“Up,” he instructed.

I rose onto my knees, and he slipped two fingers between my legs. My hole fluttered in anticipation, and I sighed in relief when his cool, slick finger found the taut muscle.

“Is this new to you, Angel?” he asked.

What a loaded question. Technically, no: I’d becomeveryfamiliar with my prostate over the years, especially after buying that toy. But Raleigh was the firstmanto go there.

I peered down my nose at him, digging my nails into his chest. I didn’t want to talk right now.

“It’s okay,” he finally said, choosing that precise moment to push inside me. “I’ve got you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the delicious burn. God, there were those three words again. “I’ve got you.”

Though they may not have been the three words Iwantedto hear out of his mouth, they were words that never failed to squash my anxiety, and this was no exception. I sank onto Raleigh’s finger, taking him all the way to the knuckle. The ring there pushed against my skin. My gasp turned into a ridiculous noise of protest when Raleigh threatened to move away.

“I’m sorry, I’ll take those off.”

I dug my nails into his skin, shaking my head emphatically. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Raleigh grinned. I guess I made my point. “You ready for another?”

In response, I rose onto my knees again. Raleigh added a second finger, and I rocked my hips back and forth. My cock wept onto his chest. I’d dreamt of this moment for way too long. Raleigh worked me open, pulling more and more indecent sounds from me with each passing second. He groaned, watching me through lidded eyes as he tapped my sweet spot.

I cried out, the noise reverberating off the walls. My orgasm prickled the base of my spine. I was barely able to hold myself off. By the time I’d taken three fingers, I was a babbling mess—and Raleigh ate up every bit of it. The sheets rustled and foil crinkled, and the next thing I knew I was whining at the loss of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he said soothingly. “This is about to feel so much better.”

In one swift move, he wrapped an arm around my waist and flipped me onto my back. I hit the bed so hard that it knocked the wind from my lungs. Then he was over me again, blanketing me with his larger body. His hands bracketed my head, lulling me into an almost overwhelming sense of security. For the first time in my life, I feared nothing.

Raleigh dipped down into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss to my tender skin. “Are you ready?” he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

I couldn’t nod my head fast enough. Goosebumps pebbled my skin. I’d been ready for this moment my entire life. Words couldn’t express how much I wanted—how much IneededRaleigh. I worked a finger under his chin, raising his face to mine so I could communicate.

“Break me,” I signed. “Break me, so you can put me back together.”

Raleigh’s only response was a groan, and then the wide head of his cock was lined up with my eager hole. His hand pinned my hips in place, and I whined in protest when he wouldn’t let me move. “Let me, darling.”

Fuck, I’d give anything to hear him call me that and only that for the rest of my life. My name was suddenly meaningless. Being Raleigh’s darling became my top priority.

In that brief moment before he pushed into me, time seemed to slow, then stop altogether. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, knowing that the moment Raleigh claimed me, life as I knew it would change. I’d never be able to go back to pretending that he was nothing more than my best friend.

And Eli.Fuck. I’d never be able to give him the best parts of myself, not when I knew what it was like to have Raleigh as mine—to be his.

When I felt that burn, the one that meant Raleigh was nowinsideof me, my thoughts stopped racing. Every worry faded away, banished to be dealt with later. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, but even with us pressed together from head to toe, it still wasn’t close enough.

I met him with a slow roll of my hips, gasping when the first bar piercing his shaft caught on my skin. Goddamn, the ribbing felt so much better than I’d ever imagined. The sheets next to my head rustled as Raleigh clenched his fist. With a low, rumbling moan, he thrust again, and the second piercing pushed through. Each rung of the ladder served as a countdown, Raleigh claiming me more and more with each step. Three, and I was already a goner. The fourth brought tears to my eyes, my body unable to cope with the emotions bubbling to the surface.

Five, six, then the seventh and final bar brought us flush together. Tears ran down my cheeks in salty rivers, and Raleigh rushed to wipe them away.

“Hey,” he whispered, making me open my eyes and look at him. “Am I hurting you?”

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