28. Are you sure you love me?
Nevaeh
P ulling Angel’s hoodie over my head and his boxers underneath, I leave the closet and fall face-first into our bed.
With a long sigh, I groan into the mattress. My mood keeps getting worse the longer I’m away from Angel.
It’s the first time since we met that Angel and I aren’t in touching range, and according to my new discovery, this is my least favorite thing in the world.
Lost in my head, I don’t hear the door open until the person I’ve been craving the whole day walks in. I spring up with a wide giddy smile when I finally get a glimpse of him. My excitement is equally reciprocated because Angel hurries across the room before jumping on top of me like a silly man.
“Hello to you too,” I giggle and hold him close.
Before I can blink, Angel turns us around and sits up with me straddling his lap. Face to face, I adore the way his lips curve into a gooey smile.
“Your hair looks amazing.”
I didn’t expect him to notice because of how little I let Grace trim. “Really?”
“Hmn, I’m glad you didn’t cut much. I love your hair.”
Our lips brush against each other, but every time I try to get more than a simple brush, Angel moves away. Why is he teasing me when he knows how much I’ve been craving him all day.
“I missed you like crazy today.”
I whine when his teasing doesn’t stop, “Then let me kiss you!” Grabbing his face, I smash our lips together.
Finally, the familiar spark of his touch washes over me. Angel smiles into our kiss before biting my lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from me.
With his hand behind my head, Angel pushes his tongue inside my mouth to taste my desperation, but before things can get heated, he pulls back, leaving me a mess of wanting more.
“I love you,” He murmurs against my lips.
Angel drops his forehead to mine, he is gripping my hips as if he’s afraid I’ll pull away after the confession. The same confession I’ve been hiding for months because no matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t believe someone like him could love someone like me .
I wasn’t even built properly to be considered broken.
For a long time, I was taught to feel worthless. It was drilled into my head that I wasn’t worthy of love, especially from someone like my Angel.
My pity train derails when he starts rambling, “Finally. It feels so good to say it out loud,” Angel breathes out. “I’ve been dying to say it for so long, baby. My love for you is imprinted on my bones, and I’m sick of hiding it.”
I’m dumbfounded. Completely lost for words.
I try to figure out if this is all a dream when Angel starts leaving small butterfly kisses all over my face.
“Horrible decision, Angel. I’m crazy .” That’s what leaves my mouth when I can finally move my lips.
My answer doesn’t affect the way he keeps looking at me. A look I can finally put a name to. Love.
The love I’ve seen a thousand times in his eyes and actions, only to brush it off as comfort or safety. I can’t believe I never let myself dwell on it before. I could’ve avoided so much self-doubt thinking I was the only one falling.
“Shut up idiot,” Angel chuckles, not allowing my inner thoughts to hinder our moment.
“You love me? like love-love . Are you sure?” My voice lowers with every word as doubts start seeping in.
If I offer him a way out, will he take it?
Will he say it was just a joke and he didn't mean it?
My question doesn’t anger him. Angel is as calm as ever and continues to pepper my face with his sweet kisses.
“Am I sure? Sweetheart every time you’re near me, my heart jumpstarts like it has come back to life. Every single touch from you, even the slightest brush of our hands, linger on me for days. It's not just love… I’m devoted to you, mesmerized beyond sanity.”
I’m trying my best to control my emotions, but with every word that leaves his mouth, I feel myself falling deeper than I already have.
“I love you doesn’t even begin to cover what I feel for you, but I have to start somewhere. You make my world feel so much lighter, so much brighter. I love you, Nevaeh, with every inch of my being. I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense, but I didn’t have time to practice, so this is all just coming out, and… now you’re crying .”
I didn’t realize I was until Angel wipes my cheek, still looking at me with those world-melting eyes that hold so much understanding.
“I… uh… we…”
“Take your time, sweetheart.” He brushes my hair out of my face, wiping the few lingering tears. “I know if you said you loved me out of the blue like this, I would be stuck on words, too. I want to say you don’t have to say it back, but honestly? I don’t think my heart will survive that... but don’t say it now because I said that—”
I cut him off by kissing the daylight out of him. The thought of Angel doubting my love for him is enough to snap me out of my doubts and embrace his love without my self-created reservations.
I don’t let him pull away, wanting to savor this moment a little longer just in case I wake up tomorrow and find out it was all a dream .
“I love you Angel,” I say before pulling him for another soft kiss.
Angel tenses up, but before I can start panicking that I heard it all wrong and he didn’t mean it, he mirrors my doubts. “You do?”
“Of course I do. The love you’ve shown me, the way you care for me, and how fiercely you protect me from dangerous table corners? It’s hard not to fall in love with you. And let’s be honest here, your emerald eyes have held my heart captive since the night you saved me. Why do you think I call you my Angel, huh?”
Angel is pinning me under him before I can blink. With my hands held hostage over my head, he straddles my hips.
The kiss starts soft, both of us teasing each other, expressing our feelings through it, but the moment he bites my lip harder than usual, making me moan, the kiss isn’t as innocent anymore.
Tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, Angel asks for permission, and I happily oblige, opening for him to slide his tongue inside my mouth, making me moan from the sensation of our warm tongues tasting each other.
I whimper when Angel pulls away, but it turns into a breathy moan when his lips find my neck. Feather-light kisses press against my jaw and travel to my collarbone. Soon the soft kisses turn into harsher sucking and biting; every bite is followed by his tongue lapping the sensitive skin to soothe it.
I become a mess of loud moans and whimpers beneath Angel. Fingers burying into his curls, I bring his lips back to mine, wanting to taste him again.
Angel tugs the base of my hoodie, asking permission to pull it off, and I’m glad because the temperature in the room is suddenly hiked up. Swiftly removing my hoodie, his mouth is on my neck again, creeping to my collarbone and down to the top of my covered breasts.
“Can I take this off, sweetheart? I want to know how your tits feel in my hands.” Too stunned by his words, I only manage a nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, he waits with a stern expression, funnily enough expecting words when I can barely breathe.
I whisper a small yes, and my bra is off in the next second, tossed somewhere in the room. I’m surprisingly comfortable laying bare in front of him, not as nervous as I thought I would be.
Angel lets out a pained groan, which forces me to snap my gaze from his lips to his eyes, but his remain fixed on my chest. The look on his face is pure lust, and I can see it overpowering him the more he stares.
Softly tracing and kissing every scar on my body, I gasp when Angel suddenly takes one nipple in his hot mouth and sucks like his life depends on it.
My eyes roll back and I fist his hair to keep him in place. Angel kneads my breasts, playing with their weight before squeezing them in his hands. I moan his name louder with every lap of his tongue over my nipple.
I think I’m about to pass out .
Releasing me with a pop, he switches to the other one to give it the same attention while using his hand to tweak and twist the nipple that feels abandoned.
A hand on my stomach keeps me from squirming when he bites my nipple, warning me to stay still. I thought it couldn’t get any better, but Angel proves me wrong by sliding his hand down until he reaches my upper thigh.
His lips find mine again, and I breathe into it when his hand strokes higher, dangerously close to where it throbs. Hiding his face in my neck, his hand stops moving to where I’m impatiently waiting for him to touch.
I squeeze my thighs together trapping his hand between them to rub away the feeling when he cups me but doesn’t do more.
I’m embarrassingly wet, and the boxer I’m wearing is now damp since it’s the only thing covering me.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” Angel’s raspy voice doesn’t help my lusty daze, and I realize I’m not above begging if he doesn’t touch me soon.
I’m about to agree happily, but my words get stuck in my throat when his fingers start rubbing me over the material, and only a breathy whine comes out.
“You’re drenched, baby. Tell me you want me to touch your dripping pussy. I promise to make you feel good, but you have to ask, my sweet girl.” Angel rubs small circles on my clothed clit. I didn’t know he was cruel enough to expect an answer while doing that .
I nod vigorously and squeak a small yes, but when he slows the movement, I know it’s not enough this time.
“Please touch me Angel… p-please...” I plead, looking straight into his eyes that are fixed on me.
A tear of frustration rolls down my cheek, and I forget everything when he licks it away. Grabbing his face eagerly, I lose myself in our kiss as Angel removes the last layer of clothing on me while remaining fully clothed.
How unfair.
His mouth muffles my surprised gasp when I feel his fingers massage my slit, getting to know my edges, and studying my reactions to see what I like.
“Still okay, baby?” Angel murmurs, our lips never separating for more than a second and I hum into his mouth. When I pull his hair harder than intended, the majestic groan that follows makes me want to do it again.
Angel moves his fingers side to side, rubbing my clit when he sees how my hips buck from the motion. His strokes get more confident with every flick, driving me to the edge of my release. The sensation is overwhelming, but I never want it to stop.
Angel trails kisses on my jaw to my nipples, sucking on them while his thumb rubs my clit. “I’m going to put a finger in, sweetheart.”
He waits a second to see if I want to stop, but at this point, I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give. I’m drunk on this feeling. The only thought in my head is of him and how good he makes me feel.
Angel coats his finger in my wetness before slowly sliding it in. There’s no pain, and his finger slides right in.
“So soft and warm,” he whispers, sliding his finger in and out steadily.
I’m in a daze. This feels too good to be real. I gasp when his thumb finds my clit again, and the sparks that follow make me lightheaded. Angel completely pulls his finger out before sliding in two this time. It feels strange at first, but soon I’m almost screaming from how his fingers are brushing against parts of me that make stringing a coherent sentence difficult.
“Such a good girl. Taking my fingers so well. So warm and wet, baby,” Angel groans when my walls clench on his fingers pumping into me. With every push, I feel myself tightening around his fingers.
“More.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but apparently, my body wants more than what Angel is already giving.
“Is my sweet girl greedy for more? How can I ever say no to my sweetheart,” his husky voice dripping in lust is the best form of torture. Angel starts thrusting his fingers faster and going deeper, making my eyes roll back.
I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming out, but suddenly, my high comes crashing down as Angel stops. His fingers are deep inside me, pressing against something that makes me lift my hips to feel more, but Angel stops me with his hand on my stomach.
“You deprive me of your moans, and I’ll deprive you of an orgasm. Understood?” His deep voice sends shivers straight to where his fingers are buried. I nod heartily to make him move, but his rule of verbal answers comes in the way once again.
“Yes! Yes… please m-move,” I cry desperately, and thankfully, he thrusts his fingers harder, making my sanity slip with every touch. “Oh, Angel!” I scream when he grabs a pillow and wedges it under my hips .
“I can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. Let go .” When Angel bites my nipple, I'm screaming as something warm takes over my entire body with a vengeance at his rough command.
I cum on his fingers, screaming his name over and over like a broken chant. My legs shake uncontrollably, and my arms fall limp beside my head.
With my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth parted, I try to breathe in the oxygen our activities deprived me of. After fighting the black spots covering my vision, I find Angel hovering over me with a cheeky grin.
“Hey.” He grins before kissing my lips ever so softly.
I think he melted my brain.
“Hey,” my voice cracks. I feel the corner of my eyes leak when I smile, and Angel wipes them lovingly before kissing both my cheeks and forehead.
“You look so beautiful when you cum.”
I hide my face in his chest and swat his bicep when his shoulders start shaking with silent laughter.
My eyes feel heavy, and I’m already halfway asleep, but when Angel makes a move to leave I’m fully alert. Holding his arms to my chest to stop him, I look for signs of what I might've done wrong.
Sensing my inner turmoil and seeing the fear on my face, Angel scoots closer to kiss me so fiercely I forget all my worries. Picking me up bridal style with the sheets covering me, he walks us to the bathroom before carefully setting me on the counter.
“Pee and freshen up, sweetheart. I’ll get you some clothes, okay?” Before leaving Angel checks on me again and I hesitantly nod. Pausing, he starts kissing all over my face and tickling me until I’m laughing and pushing his face away.
I’m not oblivious. I understand everything about the intimate moment we just shared. Seiji taught me pretty much everything about this part of adult life, but I can’t stop myself from worrying. I want a little more assurance after that, even when I don’t want to dump my insecurities on Angel.
He already does more than enough.
I pee before taking a quick shower. On the counter, a beige silk wrap with a pair of underwear is waiting for me. After drying myself, I wrap the night dress around me that reaches mid-thigh, with sleeves that flare on my elbows.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Angel sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. His warm eyes find mine, and when he opens his arms for me, I walk into them without wasting a second, climbing on the bed to sit on his lap.
Angel hugs me to his chest, and I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent, and relaxing against him.
“You feeling okay, baby? Does anything hurt?” He asks, softly rubbing my back and pulling me closer.
“I’m good. We are good, right?”
I can’t help but ask. I won’t be able to shut the storm in my head until he confirms we are still good and that he won’t leave.
“Of course, we’re good sweetheart. I love you . There is no one in this universe who wants you in their life as desperately as I do, and I’ll be damned if I let you slip away because of your silly doubts.”
I love how he can destroy the walls of torture I create around myself within seconds with his touch.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you more, sweetheart.”
Not possible, but I’ll let it slide.
I hold Angel tighter when he slides down on the bed with me still on top of him and pulls the warm comforter over us. We always go to bed with me on top of him, trapped in his arms, but I always wake up underneath my giant Angel—still trapped in his arms. My favorite place in the world.
“So now that you said I love you … when are we getting married?”
“Angel!”