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He stared at me, hard and angry, for a moment, and for a split-second, I was worried that he would force the issue. But then, something in his gaze softened, just a little. “No kissing,” he agreed, but then he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Is that a ban on any kind of kisses?” he asked. “Or just the ones on your lips?”
Did I want Angel’s mouth on me? My body went hot at the thought. “You can —” My throat seemed to squeeze around the words. Angel’s smirk wasn’t helping anything. Finally, I squeaked out, “You can put your mouth on other places.” I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
Angel kissed my cheek again; his lips lingered, as if he enjoyed the burn of my blush against his lips. I shuddered. In what world was a cheek kiss remotely sexual? “I plan to,mi esposa,” he said, low in my ear. “Can I take you to bed?” I nodded, but he justtsked. “Say the words, Emma, I want to hear them.” He kissed down my cheek, across my jaw, and down my throat. Everywhere his mouth touched felt like a zap of electricity. Angel set his teeth, gently, in my pulse point, and I tipped my head back, gasping.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, but Ineededhim, more than I ever needed anything before. “Take me,” I said, “to bed.” Angel’s smirk deepened, and he reached for me, tugging me up into his arms. I clung to him, arms and legs gripping him, on instinct. “What are you doing?” I yelped, thinking of the bruises that painted his torso. “Let me go! You’re going to hurt yourself!”
Angel laughed, and for the first time in a week, my chest didn’t feel like it was trying to squeeze my lungs. Instead, my body curled into him. “I’m made of stronger stuff,” he promised and walked us back down the hall to the bedroom, busying himself with kissing my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping a little at every brush of his mouth.
He set me on my feet once we were back in our room. “Do you want to take that dress off? Or shall I?” he asked, fingering one of the shoulder straps lightly.
I could have him do it, but I wanted to be a participant in this. I needed to show him that I wasn’t going to passively permit him to do things to me. I unclasped the necklace that Lili let me borrow and then each bracelet; Angel frowned when he eyed the bandages, but I waved him away when he reached to touch them.
With a deep breath, I fumbled behind my back and grabbed for the zipper of the dress. I dragged it down enough that it loosened around my waist. Gathering as much courage as I could, I met my husband’s eyes and pushed the straps of the dress down my arms, and the whole dress puddled on the floor at our feet.
I had never been more grateful that Lili had bought me a matching panty and bra set when Angel groaned. He settled his hands at my waist. I fidgeted under his gaze; my muscles tensed. I wanted to press myself against him again, feel his skin against mine, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed. “What now?” I asked, wincing at how breathless I sounded. Angel grinned and reached down, one-handed, to drop the towel from his waist, leaving him naked before me. I stared at him. I couldn’t help but stare.Oh, there’s just no way. “That…that’s supposed to fit?”
Angel seemed far too proud of himself, and I fantasized wiping that look away somehow. Make some comment that would knock his ego down a peg…but nothing came to mind. Instead, I let him pull me against him, just like I’d desired moments ago, and let out a moan when he kissed my neck again. “Not only will it fit,” Angel said in my ear, “but I promise that you’ll like it.” He set his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. A white-hotpain-pleasurespeared through me, and I moaned and clutched at his shoulders.
Angel walked us backward until my legs hit the bed, and then I was horizontal. The mattress and sheets were some of the softest I’d ever felt, even nicer than the previous room I was in, and they were the perfect contrast to the hard man above me. I squirmed as his hand found my breast: he dragged the cup of my bra down and freed one to the air.
He leaned down and wrapped his lips around my nipple, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Oh!” I never imagined that I would be that sensitive; it certainly didn’t do much for me if I touched my breasts. But his hands were just a little rough against my skin, and tingles marched up and down my spine as he gave equal attention to my other nipple with his fingers. My lower stomach clenched. “Touch me,” I breathed out, unable to keep it in. “Please, Angel, touch me.”
I expected him to tease me, but he didn’t. Instead, Angel met my gaze, seemed to like whatever he saw in my eyes, and then he wrenched my panties down my thighs almost violently. Almost on instinct, I tried to close my legs, but Angel fit himself between my knees. “Don’t be shy now,” he said, almost taunting. “I want to see you.”
Shame and excitement swirled in my belly; it took everything in me to relax the muscles of my thighs around him, allowing him to look his fill. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, to be honest. I had thought about sex, in an arbitrary way, but I never pictured myself in the few fantasies that I did have about it. What I wasn’t expecting was the deep groan that came from Angel’s throat. I leaned up on my elbows. “What?”
Angel wrapped his arms around my thighs and settled himself on his stomach. He buried his face against me, and I cried out at the first touch of his tongue against me, elbows effectively knocked out from under me. His tongue circled my clit before he dipped lower and lapped at my entrance. “You taste as good as you look,” Angel rasped against me before pushing his tongue inside me.
Oh God…I wasn’t going to survive this; I was going to combust with the fire he stoked in me. Vaguely, I heard someone wailing, and when I realized it was me, I clamped my jaw tight, and bit my lip to keep the sounds inside.
Angel ripped away from me, and I whimpered as my hips bucked and tried to chase after him. “I want to hear you, Emma,” he said and nipped at my thigh. “Let the whole estate know how good I make you feel.”
It was a challenge and a command all rolled into one, and I didn’t want to comply, but when he pressed his thumb inside me and wrapped his lips around my clit, I couldn’t stop the whine that came from my mouth. My muscles were getting tenser by the second, with every swirl of his tongue, and I bucked in his grip. “I’m going to —” I panted. “Oh myGod.” All of that tension went suddenly loose, and I careened over the edge, orgasming harder than I have ever managed to accomplish on my own.
Angel gentled his touch and leaned back. His smile was sharp and dangerous and entirely too self-satisfied. He rearranged us so that he was leaning over me, my thighs cradling his hips, and I could feel him, big and impossibly hard, between us. I braced myself, tried to gather my courage, but…he stopped.
Was he trying to kill me? My heart was going to jackrabbit out of my chest. I looked up and was met with the hungriest look that I had ever seen leveled directly at me. Even so, Angel held back…like he was giving me a chance to say no.
Desire pooled in my belly. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him. “Fuck,” he grunted as I angled him so that he was pressed against my entrance. “I’ve never done this without a condom before. Are you sure?”
It would be the smartest thing to stop and get a condom, but a part of mereallyliked the idea of being his first at something too. It put us on a more even footing, in a way. “You won’t sleep with anyone else,” I said, and it wasn’t a question. “If we’re going to sleep together, I expect fidelity.”
I was throwing his words back in his face knowing that it could bite me in the ass, but I was feeling a little reckless. Angel stared at me for a long moment before he dipped his head in agreement. “No one but you, Emma,” he said and pressed forward, making a space for himself inside of me.
It didn’t hurt in the way that I thought it might. The way girls at sleepovers will whisper about it to each other in an effort to scare one another. But it wasn’t comfortable either. I felt stretched.Fullin a way I had never felt before. My hips shifted of their own accord, trying to find some kind of relief from the feeling. “I need…This is…” I whimpered.
Angel shushed me. “I know what you need,” he said and trailed a hand between us; he found my clit with his thumb and pressed against it, reigniting the fire that he’d started before. A high-keening moan slipped from my throat, and Angel grunted in reply, pressing his forehead to mine. “Sing for me, Emma,” he commanded and canted his hips forward.
I didn’t disappoint. I clutched at his shoulders, his back, moaning in his ear, as we started to move together in earnest. I met his thrusts inelegantly, but whenever I did, Angel would let out a groan. Knowing that I was affecting him just as much made the pleasure echo through me tenfold. “Angel,” I cried out as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “That feelssogood.”
Abruptly, Angel wrenched himself out of my arms, out of my body, and the sudden emptiness was almost painful. “Roll over,” he said and helped me to do just that, putting me on my hands and knees. I could have died from embarrassment…but that only lasted until he pressed himself back inside me. The stretch was rawer this time, and I winced, whining a little in pain, but I could feel pleasure beyond that little bit of hurt. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading me, and the satisfied groan that followed was punctuated by a sharp thrust that sent me sprawling to my elbows, scrabbling at the comforter spread across the bed. “You take me so fucking perfectly,” he praised and pumped himself harder into me.
Between one breath and the next, I came, sudden and almost violent, and I screamed my pleasure into the mattress beneath me. I heard Angel groan from behind me and felt the stuttering of his hips as he, too, found his end.
We froze together for a moment, and then he pulled himself from me, carefully, before collapsing beside me on the bed. He didn’t touch me; instead, he put deliberate space between us. “You should go take a shower,” he said; his voice had gone carefully neutral again. It was the exact same tone he’d used with his father. “I’ll get us something to eat.” Then, he moved out of the bed and scooped his towel off the floor.
A cold, leaden weight settled in my stomach. How could he sound so dismissive after that? He couldn’t lay here with me for five minutes? With as much dignity as I could muster on my unsteady legs, I got out of bed and did my best to ignore my own nakedness. I could feel Angel’s eyes on me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my embarrassment.
