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When I finish, she washes mine as I explore her with my hands, my fingers, my mouth with the pretense of getting her clean, like she wasn’t already pure. Austin may have hurt her. He may have touched her, but he could never make her dirty.
By the time she’s washed me and grips my cock, I’m on sensory overload, ready to plunder, ready to blow. I rinse us off, pull her from the shower, towel us off, and carry her to bed.
If my Angel had any sense of shyness, I’ve washed it away. She lies on the bed, her legs open enough to see the glory land, bare and ready. I rip open a condom, hating the idea of any layer between us. We will be discussing going bareback, but for now, I sheath my beast and crawl between her legs.
Her hands ignite chills as I come within reach. Her legs wrap around mine, urging me forward as I settle over her. “Slow, Angel.” It’s not a command but a plea more for myself than her. “The first time I saw you, I knew.” I press between her folds, letting my cock do the investigating. She arches, drawing me closer to where she needs me, where I’ve been destined to be since the day I was born, my fucked-up life bringing me to this point.
The head of my cock slides into her warmth. My groan silences hers, the feel of her so perfect. “I acted like I didn’t care.” I surge forward, sinking in deep and stilling.
“Gabriel,” she cries against my lips.
Cupping her face, I hold her gaze. “I cared, Angel.” I pull out and pause at her entrance. Her eyes water, and I thrust in again. “I care so fucking much, it scares me.”
“I thought you hated me.” Her hand brushes my cheek as tears run down the corners of her eyes, and that damaged organ in my chest breaks.
“I never have.” I kiss her tears. “I never could.”
I thrust into her over and over until she arches, coming off the bed as she squeezes my cock and falls over the edge.
“So fucking beautiful.” Holding her to me, I rise up, sitting back on my haunches, pulling her into my lap, her legs straddling my hips, circling my back—my dick fully seated inside my Angel... My heaven.
With my arm supporting her back and my hand cradling her neck, I gently guide her as I swivel my hips, gliding slowly in and out. “You’re mine now, Angel.”Not fucking his.“You’ve always been mine.”
She gasps, clenching me in a vise grip as her body responds to my declaration. Biting my lip, she whispers words I want to hear over and over again, “You’re gonna make me come.”
I surge deep, circling, pressing her ass, getting maximum pelvis to clit contact. “When you do,” I swipe my tongue across her mouth, dive in deep and claim what’s mine, “I’m coming with you.”
“Yes.” Her exultation on writhing hips has my orgasm tingling in my balls.
“Fuck, Angel. Ride me. Just like that.”
Her moans grow as her movements become demanding, needy, and sexy as hell. I squeeze the back of her neck to get her attention. She locks on me. “I want your eyes, baby.”
She grabs the back of my neck. Nose to nose, she rides my cock in rolling movements as I thrust into her. Her fingers press into my scalp, and I wish I had longer hair for her to hold on to.
When she falters, I swallow her cries as she comes, my mouth feasting with a hunger I’ve never known. I bark my own release into her mouth as she hungrily feeds on me, her grip so tight, I fear she’ll hurt her shoulder. But there’s no letting up for either of us. We continue to ride until the wave of pleasure ebbs, and we’re panting in exhaustion.
“Holy hell,” she whispers across my mouth.
I kiss her soundly, surging in one more time, and relish her soft sigh in response. “Holy fucking hell is right.”
“I never knew…” I fall to the bed, worn out, in shock, and buzzing from two remarkable orgasms.
He collapses beside me after disposing of the condom, pulling me into his body. “Never knew what?”
“That sex could be like that.” I peek up at him, feeling shy all of a sudden. Sex with Austin was good, but it was different. Never like this.
“Because it wasn’t just sex.” He tips my chin, pressing his mouth to mine. “That was the universe coming together.”
I can’t stop my laugh. Mr. Asshole has become rather deep and share-y.
He pins me to the mattress, his eyes alight with humor. “You don’t believe me?”
“I think it was a fluke,” I tease. Fluke or not, it was incredible.
“Really?” He presses his impressive, already hard again cock against me. “Maybe I should prove my point.”
“You couldn’t possibly,” I taunt. He’s not one to pass up a challenge.
