Page 84 of Beg Me Angel

“Because it's true.” Teasing her fingers up and down my back, she kept her eyes on mine. “I forgive you because you saved me, I forgive you because if I didn't then all the feelings I have for you would kill me. I'd have to try and forget you and I can't do that.”

Her words were filled with truth, she didn't seem to question herself. But did she find what she was looking for? Was she going on gut instinct or had she gotten her memories back?

I didn't want her to ever question herself, to ever second guess if what she thought she felt was wrong.

Running my hand through her hair, I caressed her neck. “Did you get the answers you were looking for?”

“I already had my answer, Pax. It was staring me in the face the entire time. I wanted my memories back, but I didn't need them to know what I truly wanted. . .” Pausing, she pressed her hand against my cheek. Her touch sizzled over my skin, forcing prickles to explode on the back of my neck. “That was you, that was this place, this world was meant for me, you were meant for me.” Her eyes shifted between mine, her heart steadying in her chest and waiting for me to answer.

She had no idea how much I wanted to hear that, how much I needed to know what she really felt deep inside. I knew it wasn't something she could see at first, that her wounds had been too severe, that she was cut too deep to step over the rubble and onto the other side.

Scooping her up in my arms, I kissed her. I kissed her with all the feelings I had in my chest, in my mind, in my body. Her lips parted to accept me, letting me lick and taste her.

Twisting her on her toes, I stalked forward, forcing her to move with me. Her legs stumbled backwards, arms holding steady around my neck to stay upright. Her knees buckled as I pushed my growing cock into her belly, forcing her to feel what she did to me.

The back of her thighs hit the couch, making her wobble and fall backwards. Towering over her, I groaned. “If you let me keep going, I'm never going to stop, I'm never going to let you leave again.” Dropping to my knees, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and squeezed. “Stop me now, stop me if this isn't what you want, Angel.”

A faint gasp hitched in her throat as her fingers swept over my head and down the back of my neck. Her lips opened as if she was going to speak, only she didn't say a word. Vera stroked her hand down my chest, cupping the tip of my cock and drawing circles over the crown hiding inside my jeans.

“This is your last warning, tell me to stop and I will. Say nothing and I'm never letting you go.”

Biting her lip, her back arched high, eyes fluttering under hooded lids. “Are you going to make me beg again?” Curling her hand around my hard shaft, she stroked it through the fabric.

Grunting, I moaned, my voice raspy and stale. “Fuck.” Grinding my hips into her palm, I eagerly tore at the button to let my cock free.

Vera's chest jerked as she inhaled a sharp breath, eyes filled with lust and desire, need and demand. Her warm fingers wrapped my throbbing dick, stroking it firmly up and down.

Her nipples beaded beneath her shirt as she rocked and bowed her back, her body silently craving me, soundlessly surrendering to me.

Rolling her pants down over her thighs, I gripped her hips and lifted her ass up. Pressing her entrance, I steadied myself, lowering my head to her ear. “You're my everything, Angel, all I need to breathe, to live, to survive. Without you, I'm nothing.”

Brushing her lips against my neck, I felt her words buzz over my skin. “With you, with you, I'm everything.”

Driving inside her, I felt her body tense as her pussy clamped around my cock. Impulses were in charge, fear of losing her was slowly dissolving away and turning into dust. I wasn't just fucking her, I wasn't just relieving a selfish need, I was making love to her. I was giving her all of me in every way.

Vera had me, she had me the first time I held her in my arms. She was an angel, my angel.

Thrust after thrust, I made love to her by the fire. Our bodies collided, driven by pure emotion and impulse to just be. To be one, to be forever.

Wrapping her up in my arms, I kissed her neck, gently running my lips over her cheek and placing them at her ear. “This is the silver lining, Angel. Everything you went through, it brought us together. I'm sorry you had to hurt to get here, but pain and love go hand in hand. You were in pain, I took your pain away, and in the end, you did the same for me.” Brushing her chin with my thumb, I tipped her head up. “I love you and you'll never feel pain again.”

Her breath hitched as I spoke, a slight shimmer twinkled in her eyes. “I love the silver lining.” Kissing my lips, she whispered. “And I love you too.”

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