Page 11 of Wounded Angel

Ambros grabs my hand and leads me upstairs, where I confirm the brick floors continue throughout. “If you want to stop, now would be the time to tell me.”

I appreciate how he’s trying to give me a chance to back out of this, but I don’t want to. Honestly, I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a very long time.

“Not a chance in hell,” I say with a smirk.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Ambros licks his bottom lip and leads me into the bedroom. It’s not overly large, but there’s a king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. There are metal accents around the room, from the headboard to a couple of interesting pieces of art hanging on the wall. They even have some sketches from Leonardo Da Vinci framed and on the walls. I’m uncertain if they’re originals or copies, but they tie the room together beautifully. The duvet almost completely matches my dress in its deep plum color.

I tear my thoughts away from the aesthetic of the room and take in Ambros. Or should I say take in all of his glory? He might have been joking earlier when he compared himself to a god, but I don’t think he should. He’s tall with a thick, muscular build. The man at least has a foot on me, maybe a little bit more. His eyes are the kind that completely call to you. No matter what you’re doing, all you want to do is stare right into them. His skin is a golden bronze, which tells me he spends a lot of time out in the sun. He said he travels a lot for work, but I wonder if he tries to stay in the sun a lot when he isn’t working to keep his perfectly tanned skin.

“Do you like what you see?” Ambros playfully asks, an amused smirk dragging at his lips.

I make it a point to scan my eyes up and down his body slowly. His suit clings to him like a second skin, showing every angle of his muscles without even being naked. “It’ll have to do now, won’t it?”

He gives me a full shit-eating grin. “There’s no other choice, really,” Ambros tells me as he takes a couple of steps in my direction. I lick my lips in anticipation, wanting this more than he knows. I’ve pretty much been celibate for the last year. Unintentionally, of course, but maybe it’ll make this experience with him so much better.

Ambros is right in front of me and drags his fingertips against the chiffon material of my dress. He runs his fingertips over my hip and slowly drags it down my leg. We’re staring into each other’s eyes, and I can’t help it. I want to taste him. I want to know if he kisses as well as he talks.

I place a hand on his stomach, and his perfectly formed abs greet me. Slowly, I snake my hand up his chest and hold onto his tie. I pull it gently until he comes toward me, and our lips are a mere millimeter apart. He takes control and presses his succulent lips against my own. He kisses me, unlike any kiss I’ve ever had. It’s not forced. It’s not rushed. It’s passionate and caring.

He teases me with them, and I enjoy every second of it. I don’t realize it, but as he kisses me, Ambros pushes me back up against the wall. As soon as my back hits the wall, I’m instantly alarmed. At least I’m alarmed until Ambros talks to me. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

He slides his arms around my neck and slowly peels off his suit jacket that he let me borrow for most of the night. He then looks for the zipper of my dress. Luckily, it’s a halter top, so I have a small zipper at the top hidden by the material of my dress. There’s another zipper midway through my back that goes down to my ass, but I have a feeling Ambros can manage to get this off me without any issues.

Just as I thought, he takes off my dress like it’s second nature to him. The plum dress falls to the floor in a pile at my feet, and I start unbuttoning his dress shirt like I’m setting a Guinness world record. Ambros unbuttons his pants and kicks them off just as I finish with his shirt.

It’s not long before we’re acting like two animals who just escaped their cages. His hands are all over me, and mine are all over him. His lips reunite with mine, and while his kisses are still passionate, they’re now fueled with fire.

Ambros surprises me by sliding a hand between my legs. He brushes a couple of fingertips between my lips, the only guard being my lace underwear. They don’t stay on for long because he’s soon dragging them down my legs.

“Fuck, you are divine.” I’ve never been told this before, yet the way Ambros says it makes me believe he’s telling me the truth.

He picks up his pace with his hand, and I lean my head back against the wall. “That’s it, relax.” My pussy is growing wetter the more he toys with me, and I gnaw on my bottom lip to curb the moan waiting to be let out. My nipples began to tingle, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on right now. If I had a knob controlling how turned on I am at this moment, it would be all the way up.

“I need you, Ambros,” I finally tell him.

He doesn’t stop immediately. He keeps playing with me like a child who has his favorite toy in front of him. Eventually, he stops, but it’s only for a few moments. He heads over to the small wooden end table by his bed and opens the drawer. Within a second, he has a condom, and he’s ripping the foil with his teeth. He slides it over his thick cock and comes back to me.

Ambros lifts me with his strong arms and tosses me on the bed. He hooks one arm under a leg and spreads me wide for him, his eyes staring longingly at my pussy.

“Like what you see?” I playfully ask him.

He shrugs and smirks. “It’ll have to do now, won’t it?”

I like that he can be playful and sexy at the same time. He finally lines himself up at my entrance and begins slowly pressing himself inside of me. “Holy fuck, Xava,” he hisses as he’s about halfway in. I feel like he’s ripping me apart as I clutch the duvet under me. I’ve only had sex with two other men in my life, and neither of them was this thick. It’s not even that Ambros has a long cock. It’s that it’s so fucking thick I think he could rip me.

Eventually, he rocks in and out of me, which helps, and my body adjusts to his size. “Fuck,” I moan, and Ambros begins to press chaste kisses against my skin. He starts at my collarbone and then goes lower until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth. He uses his tongue to circle it and then teases it the same way he was teasing my pussy a few minutes ago. It’s calculated, methodical, and damn, it feels so fucking good.

He rocks in and out of me, and over time, I don’t feel any pain at all. I dig my nails into Ambros’ shoulders, and he begins sucking on my neck.

I don’t know how long this is going to last tonight, but I’m praying it’s an all-nighter. Unlike my previous sexual partners, Ambros knows exactly what he’s doing.

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Holy shit. It’s the next morning, and I’m in total shock. I’ve never had a one-night stand before, but last night, I did something out of my comfort zone and completely shocked myself in the process.

The first boy I ever had sex with was someone I went to school with back in Prague. His name was Jan, and we were sixteen. Let’s just say the experience wasn’t the best. We even dated for a couple of months, but the romance fizzled out. After that, I met Jakub, someone who was in Prague for work. He was a few years older than me, and it was really my first experience of being with a man who wanted to rule his woman—and not in a good way. I managed to get away from him, but getting away from him wasn’t easy.

I called Rolando a few minutes ago, and he’ll be here to pick me up at Ambros’ place very soon. He stated he was only around the corner, so I’ve already gotten dressed and am downstairs in the living area. Thankfully, Ambros never noticed Rolando last night. God, that would have made for some awkward conversation. I’m sitting on the plush couch and I notice a pen and some stationery on the table beside it. I doubt I’ll ever see Ambros again, so I should at least leave him a note.

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