Atonement (Angel's Halo MC 5)

With his next thrust, he went completely still, and I felt the hot flood of his release as it was pumped into me. I felt his lips on my neck, heard his heavy breathing in my ear, but he didn’t move for a long moment.

He didn’t even kiss me.

My tears fell faster and a feeling of shame engulfed me like a tidal wave.

Chapter 7

Raider

For a minute, I was sure the world had stood still. Nothing and no one else existed but me and Quinn. I had never experienced anything like what I had just had with this female. Pussy had been handed to me on a silver platter practically from the time I was fourteen years old. Not one of those chicks had made me feel even a tenth of what I had just felt with her.

As my body started to cool and reality began to come back to me, regret started to choke me. I had lost control for the first time in my life.

The feel of her tight little body yielding to me, giving me everything I had secretly wanted from the first time I had noticed Quinn as a grown woman and not just the little girl who would play with Flick and Raven and chase after my brother like he was the most important person in the world to her. It had been too good, and I had gone under without thinking about anything but myself.

Ashamed of how I had just taken her without any regard to the precious gift she had so willingly given me, I slowly lifted my head, an apology already on my lips.

“Sweetheart …”

The words got trapped in my throat when I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her face was pale, her eyes almost lifeless as she just laid there under me.

I pulled back a little, taking my weight off her. Her grimace of pain pulled at something in my chest and my shame only mounted.

“Quinn, I’m sorry.” I straightened up, being as careful as I could as I pulled out of her.

Her teeth bit into her full bottom lip as I finally eased completely out. My attention was quickly caught by the smear of blood that was on my still hard cock. Shit.

Looking down at her, I saw that that smear wasn’t the only sign of what I had just taken from her. The blanket she was lying on top of had a large spot, and there was blood mixed with my come on her thighs.

Bile lifted into my throat, and not at the sight of the blood—fuck, I had seen plenty of bloodshed in my lifetime. No, it was because I had done that to her. Sweet, perfect little Quinn who deserved the world, and I had just robbed her of her picture-perfect first time.

If I’d had my gun, I would have put a bullet in my head then and there. It was the least I deserved for what I had done to her.

I reached out to wipe the tears off her beautiful face, but she turned her head away from me, her tears falling faster.

“Quinn, I don’t … I’m …” My mouth snapped shut when I was unable to put more than a few words together. I was at a loss. I couldn’t find the words to tell her how sorry I was. I wanted to gather her in my arms, hold her until the tears stopped, and she finally smiled at me like she had so many times in the past.

That smile that was just as bright as the sunshine she smelled like.

There was no sign of that smile now, and I was scared I would never see that precious sight ever again.

She shifted, drawing my eyes to the rest of her body.

Fuck. I hadn’t taken the time to truly see every part of her, but hell, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen naked before in my life. Every inch of her was perfect. There wasn’t anything about her I would change, except for the tears that wouldn’t stop.

Tears that I had caused.

I knew good and well that I was the cause of many of her tears in the past. I had hurt her on purpose over the years, wanting to protect her from wanting a fuck up like me.

She deserved so much better than what I could offer her. Therefore, I had let her see what the real me was like. The girls I fucked, the hardcore parties I liked—all of it.

Yet, she had still cared about me.

These tears, though, I would have gladly given my own life to erase them. I hadn’t meant to make her cry. I hated myself for hurting her so badly that she was still bleeding on my comforter underneath her pretty pussy.

It had felt like an eternity that I had held myself back from what I had ached for—her. And then I had been given it on a silver fucking platter, and I had gotten in over my head before it had even really begun. Me. The guy who had never lost control with a female, the guy who had made it an art form to see just how long I could go without nutting off.

The feel of her tight pussy clamped around me, the heat and wetness of her, the smell of her skin, and the way she had moaned my name …