Page 81 of Teach Me to Fly

Angelique

Iwake to the soft drag of slow gentle fingertips against my skin, like a caress. I keep my eyes closed, not ready to break the spell. The room is warm, and the blankets are tangled around my bare legs, my cheek pressed into one of Reign’s pillows.

His fingers are moving across my back, drawing shapes I can’t see. I concentrate, trying to make out what he’s drawing, when I realize he’s spelling something.

i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

I suck in a tiny breath, and his hand stills, like he’s waiting for me to shift. I do a tiny wiggle, my way of telling him to keep going.

“Good morning, Angel,” Reign murmurs.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, and I finally turn to face him, eyes still heavy with sleep. His blond hair is messy, his blue eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. His hand moves again, but this time he just draws slow circles on my back.

I smile faintly, still not speaking as I watch him. Then I feel him twitch against my leg, and I remember we’re bothcompletely naked. I wiggle my ass, teasing him as he smirks.

“Dangerous game you’re playing,” he murmurs.

His fingers trail down my spine, light as air, then over the swell of my ass. My breath hitches when he grazes my folds. One slow stroke, then another, and I’m already wet. A soft moan slips from my lips as his fingers circle my clit, gentle but skilled.

But before I can sink fully into it, he moves, kissing his way down my spine until he’s between my legs. He props up my hips, spreading me with one strong hand, and then his tongue is on every inch of me.

He licks into me with slow, filthy strokes, teasing and devouring in equal measure. He doesn’t just taste me—he worships me. Like this is his religion. His prayer. His offering. His tongue sweeps higher, licking softly over my asshole.

I moan, shocked and undone, my fingers clutching at the sheets as heat pulses through me in dizzy waves. He eats me like he owns me, and I come hard. Again, and again, and again. My body barely recovering from one orgasm before the next crashes over me.

By the time he pulls back, I’m barely coherent, trembling and dripping. He rises behind me, and I feel the thick weight of his cock rub against my entrance.

A memory of Alec flashes through my mind, and I freeze. The pain he made me feel, the pressure of his body on me, losing control. I squeeze my eyes shut and almost scream for him to stop, feeling like I’m back on that studio floor, but then Reign speaks.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs against my back. “I’ve got you, angel. You’re safe.”

Reign’s voice grounds me, bringing me back to thepresent. His hands are slow, steady, loving.It’s like he knows I need to hear those words. Like he knows I need to be reminded that I’m safe now, that no one can hurt me.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he breathes, his cock nudging gently at my entrance. “But if you let me in… I’ll make you forget anyone else ever touched you.”

I let out a breath. How could he possibly know that? How could he know that’s all I want? To forget the hands that touched me before. I chew on my lip and nod.He pushes in, inch by inch, slow enough for me to adjust. His hands never stop moving, brushing along my sides, stroking my thighs. His lips finding my shoulder and gently kissing me.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me take care of you.”

I feel every fucking stretch as he fills me from behind, one steady push at a time. My muscles tremble from the sheer pressure of him sliding deeper, deeper, until he bottoms out inside me. He stays buried and unmoving, and then the pressure is gone, replaced by heat, the fullness of him, and…pleasure.

I nod again, panting. My body’s pulsing around him, adjusting to his size. His hand comes around my waist, fingers dipping down to stroke my clit again, slow circles that make my hips roll back against him.

He groans. “That’s it, ride me.”

And I do. I rock back into him, feeling the drag of his cock pulling almost all the way out before he thrusts back in, harder this time. The wet slap of our bodies meeting echoes in the quiet room. He sets a rhythm, and every thrust makes my body jolt forward. Every time he drives in, I feel him hit that spot that makes me see stars.

“You feel how tight you are around me?” he growls. “So fucking perfect.”

I whimper, arching my back, my ass pushing into him as he grips my hips tighter and starts to really fuck me. Long, hard strokes. He fucks me like he’s been waiting forever for this.

“Look at you,” he pants. “Taking all of me. Fuck, Angel… I’ll never get over how good you feel.”

His chest presses into my back now, skin hot against mine, his arm sliding under my body to pull me tighter against him. One of his hands fists in my hair, tugging my head to the side so he can kiss my neck, bite my shoulder, devour me.

I’m soaking wet—slick and messy—loud with it. And I love it. He shifts his angle slightly and hits the spot that makes me cry out, my legs shaking as he keeps grinding into it, over and over.

“Are you going to come for me again?” he murmurs, biting my earlobe. “Come on, Angel. I want to feel you squeeze me while I fuck you.”

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