Page 63 of The Incubus's Angel
My mouth falls open as I process that and events start clicking into place in my mind.
I can’t pinpoint the moment I fell in love with Ren, but it’s like everything has been slowly brewing between us for weeks. He’s been true to his word. He’s waited for me. Supported me. Taken me on dates and wooed me. Championed me while I worked on my first big project.
The silence stretches and my heart rate doubles. Triples.
“That long?” I whisper, hoping he understands what I’m asking.
The fire in Ren’s eyes banks and his whole expression softens. “Maisie.” My name is a rasp of devotion on his lips. “It’s always been you. From the first time I laid eyes on you. If I ever thought I’d have a chance with you then…”
My eyes mist and my chest tightens. I can’t keep it in any longer.
“Ren. I love you. Falling in love with you was only a matter of time. You’re my calm, my safe space when my head gets too busy. When I’m with you the whole world melts away. You’re all I see. You’re all I want.”
With every word out of my mouth Ren’s chest rises and falls faster and faster. His grip on his resistance finally snaps and he crosses the room in three determined strides until he’s standing in front of me, cradling my face with both hands.
“I love you too. You’re my sun, Maisie. You swept into my life and opened all my shutters. You’re light and beauty and joy. I’ve never felt true happiness until I met you. You make me brave. You make me want to try new things.” He lets out a shuddering breath and whispers earnestly, “I want a life with you.”
My hands ball into his shirt. “That makes me really happy because I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re it for me. You’re the best person I know, Ren. You’re so kind and gentle and pure and also sexy and playful and—”
Ren cuts my words off with a kiss. His mouth crashes against mine with so much pent-up passion that it draws a moan from me. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue and desperation.
We’re panting.
Greedy.
Feral.
Hands pluck at clothing, mine reaching for Ren’s jeans while he grips his hem, our lips separating only long enough to get his hoodie off. I draw his jeans and underwear down and grip his hard cock, giving it a firm stroke.
Ren lets out a guttural groan and bucks into my hand, then he’s pulling at my dress, lifting it over my head and dropping it somewhere behind me.
My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, seeking his cock like my very existence depends on it.
“Need. Your. Cunt,” Ren grits out in a voice that’s all gravel, fingers digging into my hips and drawing me to the edge of the table.
I’m already obscenely wet, but the sound of his desperation has me practically gushing for him. “Yes. Fuck me, Ren. Please.”
Fisting his hard red cock, I guide it to my pussy, trying to keep my writhing hips still for long enough so he can slide home.
The moment his cock notches at my entrance, Ren stills, his body vibrating with restraint. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re so wet, so hot. I don’t know if I can last long.”
With my free hand, I cup his face to look into his darkened eyes. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to fuck as many times and as many ways as we want. The only thing I care about right now is that you fuck me like I’m yours.”
Letting out a harsh breath, Ren growls, “I love you so much.”
Hand moving to the back of his neck, I tilt my hips toward him. “I love you too. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
We both stare down at where we’re joined as Ren pushes forward slowly. I try not to clench around his cock as he slides in inch by inch, the plates and ridges along his shaft adding an indescribable sensation. My breath quivers and I mewl as the beads encircling his tip rub against my walls.
“So tight. So good. Fuck, Maisie. Your cunt is heaven,” Ren pants, his cock throbbing inside of me.
When he finally bottoms out, Ren lets out a beastly grunt and rests his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as we grasp onto the last thread of our control.
Needing some kind of movement but not wanting to rush him, I let my hips roll in a tiny wave, my clit grinding against the raised texture at the base of his cock.
The wanton moan that escapes me unleashes Ren.
He pulls out until just his head remains inside of my pussy and thrusts back in, the feeling of his cock so intense I cry out—loudly.
