Page 171 of Angel

When she finished every last bite, I pulled her to the sofa, and we lay down, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.

She leaned back against my chest, a deep sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

I pressed a slow kiss to the warm side of her neck, my hands cupping her growing belly.

Yearning and need flared hot, making my pulse hammer.

When the fire in the hearth finally died down to glowing embers, I walked her down the hallway toward her bedroom.

We stopped outside her door, the dim corridor lit only by the moonbeams filtering through the window.

I pulled her close, my palms gripping her hips tight as I captured her mouth.

The kiss grew hungry, a deep, trembling surge of weeks of pent-up craving.

My hands tangled in her hair, holding her securely as I drank her in.

I broke the contact, resting my forehead on hers while I fought for breath. ‘Goodnight, babe.’

Roxy paused, then reached for the front of my shirt, her fingers quivering, her cheeks flushing a beautiful pink in the shadows.

‘Stay,’ she whispered. ‘Come inside with me, Angel.’

My brain short-circuited.

I stood frozen for a split second, blown away by the invitation before my senses kicked into gear.

‘Hell yeah, let’s make up for lost time.’

With a smile, I took her hand, followed her across the threshold, and shut the door behind us, locking out the rest of the world.

We moved to the bed in the darkness as I tilted my head and kissed her.

She pushed into me, going at it with a wild passion, undaunted by her pregnancy.

Our kissing and touching was deep, greedy, and yearning, but also a rediscovery of our wild connection.

We remembered each other’s erotic zones, and I re-familiarized myself with her body, which was now more lush and full.

We glided over each other, licking, sucking, and losing ourselves in each other.

We lost our clothes in seconds, with me pulling them off both of us.

Kissing and suckling her fuller tits was heaven and made me almost lose control.

I eased her back onto the bed, nipping, licking, lapping, loving her voluptuousness.

She moaned as I went to town suckling her nipples.

Her growls told me she was loving it as I found the V between her legs, stroking; her hips were riding my fingers, covering me in her wet.

I slid down her body and stroked her mound, loving on it.

Then I went lower and made her cum, jerking as my mouth on her clit and my fingers in her slit, brought her to a shuddering orgasm.

I then shifted up to slide into her from the rear, lifting one thigh over mine as I thrust my cock into her until she screamed.

Our lovemaking was gentle, yet savage and fierce, a beautiful, healing collision of bodies and souls that left no room for doubt.