Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
We kiss until he’s breathless and hides his face in my chest, as if he finds the candlelight blinding.
“Will you wash my hair?” I ask even though it’s needy. I love when he takes care of me like that. I wrap my arms around him, even though we’re not in my safe space under the bed. Maybe the demons in my head are being exorcized by those scented candles, because I can do this with him without feeling that it’s wrong, that I don’t deserve to be touched and should be punished for the attempt.
“Your hair, your face, and back, and chest,” Angel tells me and pulls his T-shirt off, revealing his lithe form. I love how smooth his skin is and lean in to kiss his shoulder, watching his jeans fall to the floor.
All of him being mine, accepting my property vest is a dream I never want to wake up from. I never thought such heaven was meant for me, but here I am, with my own personal angel.
“You look so beautiful in the candlelight.” I’m already unbuttoning my jeans too, eager to be naked with him, no shame between us.
Angel chuckles, kicking away his clothes, so he’s laid bare to me, his half-hard cock beckoning my gaze as he stretches against the wall.
He’s so different from me. So damn cute, eyes shining with an impish mischievousness I’ve never before seen in anyone. He is the one person who will never kick me away like an unwanted dog. He accepts me and finds me worthwhile.
“Since when are you a romantic?”
I have to scoot down to unfasten my boots, but I never take my eyes off him, which makes it take longer than I’d like. “I’m trying. You deserve to be adored. Even if half my mind is already busy fucking you.”
His breath catches, and I can see the rosy bloom on his face spreading down his neck, all the way to his chest. “Not mutually exclusive.”
As soon as my boots are off, the jeans and underwear follow, and I join him in the shower stall with my breath hitching from excitement. Even though we’re just washing off the sweat and dirt of the day, the closeness, the nakedness, the tension between us makes my blood pump faster. “You’re my dream come true,” I whisper and kiss him. I even put my hand on his waist despite the worry that he might sense the tremble in my fingers. He usually touches me here, and that’s just because he’s washing my hair or soaping up my body. I’ve learned to relish every second, and maybe I want to give that to him too.
He gasps against my lips, body leaning into mine as I close the stall behind us. He fits so perfectly in my arms I don’t let go even when he reaches for soap and laughs, lathering it up behind my back. “When we’re together, usually I’m the one dreaming,” he chuckles.
I shiver. “I love that so much, when you’re so peaceful, your whole body available to me.”
But then he shrieks when I start the shower and some of the cool water reaches his back.
“I’m so sorry!” I say, tugging him into my arms and turning so the water hits me instead. The instinct to protect him is stronger than fear. I hold him close and smell his hair as the water warms up.
He strokes my back with soapy hands, which then move to my sides, spreading the slick lather to my armpits. It might be about cleanliness, but when his fingers swirl through my body hair and dip into flesh, heat blooms over my skin, as if I was about to take him.
“My body is always available," he tells me, fingers pulling on my nape until he can reach my temple with his lips.
I press my hard dick against him, unable to help myself. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, Angel.” I slide my hands to his ass and squeeze, already imagining my cock inside him, his tight body squeezing me until I come.
He hugs me. His knee trails up my leg, ever closer to my groin, until every inch feels like sweet torture. “No,” he admits, though we both know it’s a lie. He’s teasing me. Baiting me, playful and fearless, as if he wasn’t dealing with a monster. “Tell me.”
There’s a fire in his voice this time, a smoky note I’ve not yet heard from him, its sound so touchable I sense phantom fingers around my cock.
I run my fingertips up his spine, against the flow of warm water, while I let my other hand slide into the crack between his ass cheeks. I love how he shivers at my touch, rising to his toes and pushing his hips back ever so slightly.
“I turn into a greedy monster when I see you naked. You know the kind. The one that visits you at night and takes, takes, takes, then leaves you filthy and used.” I can only hope he doesn’t take offense at that. I’m trying to express my arousal. But when his eyes darken to a grayish-blue, I know I’ve not misstepped.