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I drink in the sight of him: broad chest, defined muscles, tattoos everywhere, scars old and new. The fresh bruises from tonight are already darkening on his ribs, and I reach out to touch one gently.

"Does it hurt?"

"I don't give a fuck if it does," he says, catching my hand and kissing my palm. "I'm not stopping."

He releases my hand and works his belt, popping the button on his jeans and shoving them down along with his boxer briefs.

And then he's naked.

Fuck. His cock is thick and long, jutting up toward his stomach. I stare, my mouth going dry.

"Like what you see?" he asks, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking once.

"Yes," I breathe.

He lines himself up at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me. "Ready?"

"Yes. Please!"

Chapter 8 - Angel

This is a dream.

It must be, because there's no way this gorgeous woman is lying beneath me, spread open and begging for my cock less than twenty-four hours after we met.

If I didn't have both arms braced on either side of her head, I'd pinch myself to make sure this is real.

But it is real.

She's real.

The way she's looking at me, eyes dark with desire, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, is real. The way she just came apart on my tongue, soaking my face while she screamed my name, is real.

"Ready?" I ask again, because I need to hear her say it one more time.

"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Angel. I need you."

I push forward slowly, feeling her entrance give way as the head of my cock breaches her.

She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in.

I freeze. "You okay?"

"Yes. Keep going."

I push in another inch, and fuck, she's tight. So tight I can barely move, her body gripping me like a vice even though I know she's not a virgin.

"Breathe, baby," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her. "Just breathe."

She sucks in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly, and I feel her relax slightly around me. I push in deeper. Halfway now. Her body is stretching to accommodate me, and I can feel every pulse of her heartbeat around my cock.

"You're doing so good," I tell her, kissing her jaw, her neck, anywhere I can reach. "Taking me so fucking well."

She whimpers, and I still again.

"Hurt?"

"No. Just full. So full."