Page 57 of Angelic Acts
“But don’t you see. You saved me. Without you, they’d have me right now.” Her voice trembles as she says it, so I pull her into my chest and rub her back.
“I will always save you,” I promise her. “But that doesn’t make me a good man. And you deserve someone good.”
“Good or bad, who’s to say. I say you’re good for me, and that’s all that matters to me.” She starts kissing my neck trailing up and down.
“Silly girl,” I hiss out as a groan fights its way up my throat.
“So, is that why you stayed away from me? Some misplaced belief that you’re too bad for me?” She continues her assault, making it hard for me to answer.
“Partly. The other reason is that when I first met you, it was a month after Margot was kidnapped. She was taken by a rival family. That fear was fresh. I couldn’t bring a woman into my world and risk her. So, I resorted to the next best thing, keeping you safe from afar.” Somehow even while discussing Margot’s kidnapping, I’m breathless.
She freezes but doesn’t pull back. “Are they still out there?”
“The Bratva is still around, but we’re at peace. The old Pakhan has been replaced by his peaceful son, and his sister is Dom’s wife. We haven’t had any issue with any of the families in years, which is why I was finally convinced that it was safe to meet you.” The words come out rushed, ready to end the conversation so I can focus on her touch.
“Convinced? By who?”
“My brothers and sisters-in-law. When Dom and Katerina came over to… When they came over, they saw my office when it activated the alert that you were home. Well, they told everyone else, and we took a vote. Katerina and Roman wanted to help get you away from me.” I hesitate. “They still will if you’d like. If you don’t want to be with me or be associated with my life, I understand. All I ask is that you let me protect you from afar. It’ll be like before. You won’t even know I’m there.”
This time she does pull back. She swats my chest furiously. “No! I love you and want to stay with you. Please, don’t leave me. All you’ve done is help me and improve my life. I know bad men. I killed a bad man. You are nothing like him.”
“You love me?”
“After all you’ve done for me, how could I not?” She leans in and presses her lips to mine, claiming me. I welcome her tongue into my mouth, the smoothness of hers sending chills down my spine.
My hardness can’t be concealed, and when she rocks against me, I hiss. “Are you still against having sex with me?” she asks against my lips.
“I needed you to know what I’d done for you to be able to give your full consent.” I barely manage to get the words out.
She leans back with a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, I consent.” Before the words can fully process, she whips her top off, leaving her full breasts on display.
Even though I’ve felt them, I’ve never seen them before. Slowly, I reach forward and palm one perfect sphere. Her neck elongates as she throws her head back, calling to me. I lean forward and lick up her silky column.
I feel her answering shiver in my cock. Reaching between us, she palms my length. The warmth of her palm has my sac tightening. After only two strokes, I have to pry her hand away.
“I can’t…” I explain through pants.
Flipping us over, I hover on top of her. My hand travels into her panties. I crawl over the fur patch until I reach her wetness.
We moan in unison as I make contact. I don’t tease her. Don’t edge her. She deserves every orgasm I could possibly give her. With my thumb rubbing soft circles on her clit, my middle finger squeezes into her core.
She clenches around me, suffocating my fingers. Needing to see it, I pull down her pants and panties, leaving her naked. I crawl down her body until I’m positioned at her center. I watch my fingers claim her, and a jealousy I’ve never knownfills me. An irrational envy over my own fingers. When she starts to squirm, I reposition myself.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs in a needy voice.
“Nothing could make me stop right now,” I assure her huskily, then add my tongue to the mix.
Nothing could prepare me for the taste of my angel. Sweet and honey and pure her. Pure heaven. I’m noisy as I feast to my fill. When she squirms too much, I place my empty hand on her stomach, holding her down.
“Bash, I’m so close,” she yells as her back arches off the couch.
“I know. Come for me, baby,” I command, and like the good girl she is, she obeys.
Her juices hit my tongue, as her waves of orgasm tingle up my arm. My cock presses into the couch, demanding attention, but I ignore it. Because this is about her. I’ve waited so long to worship my angel. I’m not going to rush it for something as frivolous as my hunger for her.
“Bash, I need you to fuck me right now,” a heavenly voice whimpers, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
Chapter 31
