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)
“Yes. Yes, I need it. I need you,” he mumbles, pulling his legs apart so I can see his hole. He’s shivering, twitching, rocking his hips as if there were aphrodisiacs in his blood, and he can only calm down once thoroughly wrecked. “I need your cock inside me, fucking me like you own me…”
Oh, that I can do. I want to own him.
“You are my property now after all.” Saying that out loud makes my dick twitch. I pull my fingers out and waste no time. I slide a little lower to get my cock aligned with his slippery hole, and push him down on it. Popping my cockhead into him is such bliss I space out for a second.
Angel moans and catches my lips for a kiss at the same time. I’m on the verge of coming already, but I promised him a fucking, and that’s what I’ll give him.
His eyes roll back, and his knees dig into my ribs as I sink in, staring at his rosy features. He leans in, biting at my lips, but when I push in farther, he relaxes with a low, frantic moan.
I wrap my arms around him, so we’re as close as we can be. I want to melt with him, get under his skin. I want to be the pulse in his throat, and the breath he takes. With my head full of erotic thoughts, I claw at his back, suck on his tongue, and thrust my hips time and time again. My balls ache with need, and my cock can’t go any deeper while he whines into my mouth, nipples hard against my chest, arms wrapped around my neck. For all I know, we are one body, chasing the same orgasm.
He’s loud, not at all worried someone might hear us, and as the desperate cries rip out of his mouth, rolling down my back, they feel like my own unspoken pleasure. We lock eyes, and I shove two fingers between his lips, making him suck on them as I speed up, sawing into him as if we can spend the whole day in bed tomorrow recovering. The friction around my cock is messing with my thoughts, keeping me too focused on all I find arousing, but when I see Angel working his own cock, it’s clear I can relax and flood him.
He hums, whimpers, and his damp, hazy eyes lock on me when he clamps down on me so hard I go out of breath. His whole body vibrates against me.
His head tips back, throat exposed to me, face shining, flushed and wet. He gasps my name, and I’m done for. I lean in and bite into his neck with a possessive groan. He’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. The helpless moan from his mouth makes me thrust faster into his tight, throbbing hole. He wants me so much he couldn’t wait to come. So I fuck him harder. I’m frantic as I suck on his bruised neck. No one but me can leave a mark on him. Even his pulse is now mine. I’m overcome by the primal instinct to hold him by the neck.
My climax is like a punch and I cling to Angel, overwhelmed by the intensity of this surrender. I worship him with every last thrust, loving his little cries as I make sure to spill my cum deep inside him. He milks me for every last drop.
Our gasp-filled embrace in this hot shower is like a world of its own where we are completely free. He accepts all I have to give him, and I make him mine. He doesn’t need to know that even though I hold his sensitive throat in my teeth, I’m the one chained to him by an unbreakable bond.
Time is no longer an objective measure, and minutes stretch like elasticated cord as I rest in the shallow water, wrapped around Angel, who clings to me as if letting go means drowning.
I’m half-asleep when he whispers, “How was that?”
What do I even say to that? That he’s not an angel because he’s my god, and I will now address him as such?
“I love you,” I whisper against his shoulder.
He makes the strangest sound. It’s strangled, yet somehow sweet as syrup. I don’t know what I expected, but once the truth of my affection is out, I know there is no way back. He can now squash me like a bug or—
“Creed... my sweet Creed,” Angel whispers, cupping my face and nuzzling it with a soft smile. “I know we’ve only had such a short time together, but… I love you too. You make me feel so whole. Like I’m finally home.”
I hold him tighter. I was broken, and he put me back together. I can’t find the right , but I still try to answer. Instead, a sob comes out of my throat and I hide my face against his neck. I have never known such unconditional love. The brotherhood with the Vultures is everything to me, Brigid is like a step-mother, but the closeness with Angel is different altogether. He sees every jagged edge and isn’t afraid to embrace me anyway. He might not understand what I’ve gone through and why I do things the way I do, but he accepts me the way I am nevertheless.