Page 45 of Beg Me Angel

Biting down on my bottom lip, I felt my eyes glossing over as a smirk itched at the corner of my lip. “Really?”

“Really,” Pax said as he breathed out a heavy rush of air, scooping me into his arms and pulling my body into his chest.

Placing his mouth on my neck, he kissed my throat. A delicate purr escaped my lips as my head rolled to the side. The fire crackled behind us in the distance, the raging glow still hot enough to paint our silhouette across the ceiling.

Dropping his hands to the clip of my bra, he plucked it open, letting it fall to the floor. I didn't feel nervous anymore, my skin was warm and damp as small droplets of sweat beaded up across my shoulders. Running his tongue over my flesh, Pax tasted the sweet and salty flavor.

Moaning louder, my hips pressed in, brushing over the bulge in his jeans. I loved how I was losing myself, how my body was running only on emotion.

It felt amazing to let go of my mind, for my body to be in charge.

His hands lowered to my pants, rolling them down my thighs with determination in his sultry gaze. My pink panties were darkened in the center, the sheer fabric barely giving any cover to my swollen clit. I was so wet, pulsing and throbbing to the point I already felt like I was going to burst.

His hand swept up between my thighs, slipping a single finger up the center of my panties, blooming my lips. With one hand to the middle of my chest, he pushed me backwards.

My thighs hit the edge of the bed, the weight of his hand forcing me down onto the mattress. “My god you're perfect,” he said, dropping to his knees as his eyes licked my body. Leaning in he placed a kiss on my ribs as he held my sides. “You are the most perfect thing I have ever laid eyes on.” Kissing the skin under my breast, he ran his forehead across my nipple, tickling the hardened bead.

My chest expanded wide, taking in a large gulp of air. “Thank you.” Whispering, my head dipped into my chest as I draped my fingers over the button on his jeans.

The cold metal burned the tip of my finger, I wanted him in the worst way. I could feel it from my head to my toes, zipping over my skin and causing flutters in my stomach. But a nervous tumble skipped through my belly and up my ribs, making my chest vibrate, forcing me to pull away.

Curling an arm around my waist, Pax scooped me up and pushed me further onto the bed. “Angel, don't be afraid.” Kissing my belly, I shivered beneath him. My muscles were tense and shaking as goosebumps spotted my body. “You never have to fear me.”

I wasn't feeling fear or questioning if I should be sleeping with this man. All I felt was need, desire, a suffocating urge to have him inside me.

“I will never hurt you.” Pax ran his fingertips over my legs, softly caressing the delicate skin. “Do you believe me?”

Nodding yes, I bit my lower lip, placing my arms around his neck. “I trust you.”

Smiling through thin lips, he whispered. “I know you do, you don't have any reason not to.” Fiddling with his button, Pax popped it free, lowering the zipper one tooth at a time. “But I asked you if you believed me?”

The metal echoed through my ears, each tooth seemingly louder than the next. I was ready, I was eager, I was steadying my breathing so I could focus on just him.

He had thought that I wasn't ready for what he wanted to give me.

But he had no idea how ready I truly was. I was ready for anything he wanted to give.

I want it all.

“I believe you.”

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