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)
Thinking takes the back seat, and I find myself rocking against him, frantic like an animal in its very first rut. But he? He is perfect as he strokes my body, tongue coaxing mine into a slow, languid rhythm that somehow takes me to new highs, until my cock feels so damn needy I can barely restrain myself from jerking off.
“That’s right. You’re good, because you care for me. And because you fought for me,” Angel rasps as I move my mouth to his neck, licking off fresh perspiration. His earring tickles my skin, and I suck it in my mouth along with the earlobe while he goes on, “You’re my protector, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. It’s like he’s giving me a new purpose in life. He tastes so fucking good. Will I always have a sleeping fetish? Probably. But this feels good too, turns me on too. Anything he does turns me on. He could probably tell me to kneel and bark, and I would.
“I feel so safe with you.”
His words have such power in them. They trickle into my heart like warm honey, and I shudder, unable to stop myself from rocking my hips against him.
“You are. Point out a target, and he’s dead. Someone bothering you? Sic me on them. I don’t think you understand how I feel about you. I’d put you in my rib cage just to keep you safe.”
His next kiss is brief but so intense my brain keeps fizzing even when he tucks his face into my neck, licking my Adam’s apple as if it were covered with cream. “I missed you so much…”
It’s so confusing to be lavished with physical attention that my breath hitches. My heart is pounding, and my dick is begging for the tight heat of his flesh. He has the most perfect body, but wastes his time on giving me pleasure as if it’s not my job to make sure he’s satisfied.
“Today?” I rasp as my brain melts, because he slides his hand up the back of my T-shirt. Fuck. I’m probably sweaty from excitement, even though I did wash before coming here. I can only hope it doesn’t put him off, because the glide of his fingertips up my spine forces a moan from my lips.
“Yes. You’re my protector now. Why weren’t you here? Why didn’t you reply to my message?” he asks impatiently and rubs his face against my chest, his smooth hands moving across my scarred back and touching all the ugly lines, as if they were something worth paying attention to. The scar tissue is so sensitive it tickles in the best of ways. As if he’s dipping his fingers somewhere… deeper.
"I… I thought you texted out of guilt or pity, so I… yeah.”
“Next time don’t ignore me, or I'll worry and look for you in the caves,” he says, blowing hot air over my chest as he kisses my torso through the T-shirt over and over, arms wrapped around my midsection, as if we weren’t already pressed tightly together in the gap under the bed.
“No! Don’t go into the caves on your own. Ever. It’s dangerous. I’ll answer. If I don’t, it will be only because I’m physically incapable.”
I stroke his soft hair, both angry that there’s fabric between us, and glad of it, because otherwise I might self-combust from overstimulation. At least that’s what I’m certain of until his fingers glide down my stomach, to settle against the hard tent at the front of my joggers.
My mind blacks out for a moment. He’s reaching for me out of his own free will, petting me, and oh, I definitely want to wag my tail as he lifts my T-shirt with his nose and licks my stomach.
Thoughts of whether I deserve that drift away behind the mountains of lust. My cock twitches, my balls tighten, and I don’t even know what I want. I guess I want to come would be the singular clear thought. Angel’s scent is somehow more intense here when we’re in the confined space. I keep my hand on the back of his head to protect it in case he forgets where we are and tries to lift it.
“Do… Do you want to… sleep?” I ask, because that’s the only way I know how to do things. Fuck. Is that pathetic? I’m not sure if I want him to see me, but it’s so dark down here maybe it won’t be an issue?
He kisses my stomach, and the hand that was still learning the lines of my back slides from under my clothes to find my hand. His touch is warm, slightly damp from my sweat, and the deep-seated need inside me is so confusing, because there’s just one way I learned to deal with it. I’ve only barely scratched the surface of being with another person.