Fallen Angel (Angel's Halo MC 6)

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “I’ve wanted this from the first night we met, Matt. Please. I want to be yours.”

“You are. You always have been.”

I felt the tip of his cock push inside. Inch by inch, he pushed into me, stretching me, filling me. I gasped at the pleasure then tensed, making my walls clench around him as he began to tear through my hymen. His arms started to shake, and I watched as sweat beaded on his brow.

“Fuck, girl,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“I-I’m sorry,” I got out in a shaky voice, and two tears spilled from my eyes. I hadn’t realized it would hurt him. Did I suck that badly at this? “I didn’t realize it would be so hard for you.”

He paused, his entire body going still over and inside me. “No, Rory. It’s good, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good, I’m about to embarrass myself.”

“O-oh,” I whispered.

He shifted his hips, going a little deeper, while his eyes watched me intently. “Does that hurt, baby?”

I shook my head. “The pain is over,” I assured him. “All I can feel is you now.”

“Good,” he bit out between clenched teeth. “If it hurts, tell me. I’ll stop, I swear.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trapping him inside me. “Don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”

He closed his eyes, his head falling back onto his shoulders as he tried to hold on to his control. “I knew this would be good between us. Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’ve dreamed of being inside this pussy. Ached for it.”

“Matt.”

“Give me a sec, sweetheart. I’m so close right now. I just…” He shook his head as if he were trying to clear it but couldn’t seem to be able to. His eyes opened and he looked tortured. I touched my fingers to his cheek, and he shuddered. “I love you, Rory. I know it’s been three years, but time means nothing.”

“I-I love you too,” I panted.

Slowly, he began to move. Pulling out just a little and then sinking back in carefully, as if I were fine china to him. I could see it was costing him to be so gentle with me.

I bet he was never like this with the other sluts who were in this bed.

The thought came out of nowhere, surprising me and pulling me back from the edge of another orgasm. I didn’t want to think about what he had done with other women in his bed, but at the same time, I realized it was probably true. Matt wasn’t the kind of guy who made love unless the person he was with meant something to him. And I knew in my bones, in my soul, that I meant more to him than anyone else who had come before me.

I caught the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss that said everything I couldn’t right then. That told him I loved him, that I loved how good he was making me feel, and that I needed more. So much more. It started out slow and easy but became hungry and all-consuming within a few seconds. The wildness of the kiss began to mimic his thrusts until he was pounding into me with more force.

I was so tuned in to kissing him, so lost in the sensations of him sliding in and out of me fast and harder, that my second orgasm snuck up on me. I reached out blindly, needing to hold on to him so that I didn’t shatter into a billion pieces under him. I caught hold of his upper arms, my nails sinking into his biceps. I heard his ravenous, almost feral growl, felt it vibrating through his chest.

I felt the change in his cock, how it stretched even more as he grew harder, and knew instinctively that he was going to come. I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck. I licked over the corded muscles, sucking on his salty skin.

“Yes,” he roared, and I felt his cock convulse inside me as he came. “Yes, Rory. Fuck. Yes.”

I wrapped my arms around him as we slowly came down. He was breathing like he had just run five miles, his body was shaking, and sweat was rolling off him. I stroked my fingertips up and down his back, wanting to soothe him as he returned to himself.

His energy seemed to drain from him suddenly, and his full weight pressed down on me. I welcomed it, basking in the feel of him on top of and inside me. For three years, I had felt like I was drowning, missing him and grieving for him. Now I was safe in his arms, in his bed. I was where I was meant to be, and I didn’t want to leave it or him ever again.

But reality was already starting to weasel its way into my own little utopia.

My father wasn’t going to let me be with Matt now any more than he would have let me three years ago. I couldn’t let him put Matt in jail.

“Hey.” Matt’s voice was hoarse in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere tonight. Don’t even think about it.”

“But my dad will have you arrested if he finds us together, Matt.”

“Then we won’t let him find us together,” he said in a voice thick with sleep. He rolled onto his side and then pulled my head onto his chest. “Stop worrying so much, babe. We’ll figure it out. For now, just let me hold you while we sleep. I need this more than anything right now.”

“But…”