Page 2 of Her Angel: Elias

“What a good girl I have in my bed,” he rasped, licking away the sting from his bite. “Wet and ready for her daddy when he comes home aching for her.”

My tears dried up before I turned my head and met his kiss. Every nerve in my body was already alert, straining, yearning for him. All the noise in my head disappeared the instant I realized he wasn’t a figment of my imagination. In its place was the same desperation that always followed any prolonged time away from my husband, the kind only Elias could satisfy.

With each touch, he reminded me that he loved every part of me that was too everything. Because, to him, there wasn’t enough. He accepted me the way I was, the parts that were unstable and barely hanging on to the right side of mentally healthy by their fingernails. Even the parts that were so broken there was no way of putting them perfectly back together. So he rebuilt me.

Over and over. No matter how many times he had to do it.

He was naked. I could feel every bare inch of him pressing against my back. His cock teased along my ass, the tip coated in precome that he smeared over my skin. I’d fallen asleep in nothing but the towel I’d wrapped around my body following my shower. All of his trackers had told me he’d been driving west for the last two days, and he was coming home to me. I just didn’t allow myself to think of when he would arrive.

“Were you good while Daddy was away, princess?” His voice rumbled at my ear while he continued to finger-fuck me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whined, rubbing my ass against his hardness. His breathing became choppy, his hand trembling faintly when he added another finger.

Grabbing my thigh, he lifted it until the silk-covered steel tip of his cock was rimming my back hole. A strangled moan left me, and I arched into him, silently giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to my body. He had my full consent for anything, even if I wasn’t awake. I’d told him my body was for him to play with whenever and however he pleased.

Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he rolled me onto my stomach and reached over to grab the lube from the top drawer of his nightstand. After every long club run, he was greedy for my ass most of all.

Cool droplets hit my overheated skin, and Elias made a choked noise as his hands cupped each globe. After a firm squeeze, he began to massage the oil into my skin, not even attempting to focus on the seam of my crack yet. I grinned into my pillow. My ass could literally hypnotize my husband. It was an addictive feeling, knowing the man I’d been obsessed with for the majority of my life was just as enthralled with me.

“God damn it, Sammy baby. How am I supposed to think straight knowing this perfect ass exists?” He traced along my crack with his thumb before pressing into the bud, slowly stretching me open. “It’s so fucking pretty.”

Goose bumps lifted along my body as his thumb pressed deeper.

“I planned on taking my time with you once I got home, baby girl. But I missed you so fucking much, I don’t think I can last another minute without being inside you.”

A helpless whimper escaped me at his confession. Logically, I knew he missed me when he was away. That was the problem. Logic lost its credibility more often than not when Elias was gone. It was going to take me at least a few days to get settled now that he was home.

You’re pathetic, Sammy. Why can’t you just be normal for once in your life?

Frustration with myself barely had time to begin to shimmer before Elias slapped a hand onto one of my ass cheeks hard enough to sting. I hissed, my clit pulsing, the frustration instantly replaced by the full intensity of my need for my husband.

“Stay out of that pretty head, Sammy baby,” he rasped at my ear. “Your daddy is home and demands your full attention.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Kissing my shoulder, he squeezed each ass cheek before going back to stretching me. His breathing grew faster. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him pour lube along his shaft and stroke himself from base to tip, coating himself thoroughly. Another whimper left my throat, anticipation making me shake.

“Please,” I whined, wiggling my hips.

His hands caught them, stopping me from shifting closer. “Easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me. I need you, Elias. Please.”

Blue eyes darkening, he pressed the broad head of his cock to my back entrance. We both groaned as he worked the tip inside. I fisted the sheets, the slight burn of being invaded nothing compared to the blinding euphoria I felt when his thick shaft sank deeper.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his fingers biting into my waist, eyes rolling back. “Ah fuck, baby girl.”

By the time he was seated balls deep inside my ass, I was already on the edge of my orgasm. “Do not come yet,” he commanded, his voice tight as he struggled not to turn feral and fuck me hard. “You wait for your daddy.”

Unconsciously, I obeyed, my mind slamming down the shield that I’d been trained to put in place. I could block out any noise or pain, even the pleasure that was so intense I was on the edge of release. Elias began to thrust, keeping his pace purposefully measured, fighting for his own control.

Instead of the present, I let my favorite memories play through my head. When I first realized I was in love with Elias Reid. Our first kiss. I bypassed the first time he said “I love you.” He’d been shot, and I’d thought he was going to die. Instead, I fast-forward to marrying him in the hospital soon after that terrifying moment.

While the memories replayed, on some level, I was aware of everything Elias was doing. We both knew I could stop him at any time if that was what I wanted. With Elias, I didn’t care what he did to my body—I knew I was safe with him. It was the most amazing sensation, to trust someone so completely with every part of yourself. He was the only person I could fully do that with.

“Sammy.” He kissed my neck. “I love you, baby girl. Fuck, I love you. Let go, princess.”

As I blinked, the wall lifted, and the present came into focus. Elias was shaking from holding himself back, his cock ready to spill inside me.