Chapter 9
ANGELICA
W aylon and I stand in his bedroom, the air around us thick with desire and the promise of our future together. He steps closer, his calloused hand caressing my cheek. Electricity sparks through my body, igniting a fire in my soul. I’ve longed for this man, ached to feel his touch again. Now he’s here, standing before me, and I know I’m finally home. This isn’t just a single night of passion, like when he stayed over a few nights ago—this is the beginning of a lifetime with this man.
“Angel,” he whispers, his voice like gravel. Hearing my old nickname on his lips makes me shiver with delight. “I never stopped loving you.”
Tears well in my eyes as I gaze up at him. The years we spent apart fade away, and it’s like we’re teenagers again, experiencing the sweetness of first love. Only now, it’s deeper, more profound. We’ve been through a hell that we didn’t create, and now we’re stronger together.
“I love you too, Waylon,” I whisper. “I never stopped.”
He bends and kisses me, a soft brush of his lips against mine. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, our tongues tangling, and I drown in sensation. In Waylon.
“Make love to me,” I breathe against his lips.
Waylon’s hands roam my curves, his palms skimming across my skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch with a soft moan, desire pooling low in my belly.
“So beautiful,” he rasps, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples until they pebble. “My perfect Angel.”
Heat floods my cheeks at his praise, even as my core throbs with need. I reach for him, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt in my haste to feel his skin against mine.
He chuckles, catching my hands in his and stilling them. “Slow down, Angel. We have all night, and I aim to take my time.”
A delicious shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his voice. I meet his gaze, dark with passion, and nod.
Waylon releases my hands, sliding his down to grip my hips. He lifts me and slides a pillow under my hips, leaving me more exposed than I ever have in my life. I gasp as he steps between my legs, his fingers teasing my skin as he runs them up my inner thighs.
“So wet for me already,” he whispers.
I whimper as he slides his fingers through my slick heat, barely teasing my clit. He grins, wicked and lustful, before lowering his head to place a single, searing kiss on my clit.
Pleasure sparks through my veins, setting every nerve-ending aflame. I moan his name, fisting my hands in his hair to guide him. As he licks at me, he holds my hips down on the pillow and feasts on me, lighting up my body with the most profound pleasure of my life.
He works his tongue faster until I see stars, and my body shakes as my orgasm explodes on his tongue. I pant, trying to focus so I can look at this man I love so much.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips caressing the valley between my breasts as he moves his body over mine. “Perfect in every way.”
I love Waylon’s praise, basking in the love and desire in his voice. No one has ever made me feel the way Waylon does. Cherished. Worshipped. Adored. There’s a reason it never worked out with any other man.
“I need you inside me,” I plead. “Now. Please, Waylon.”
His eyes darken, lust and love swirling within their depths. And then he’s moving up my body once more, gripping my hips as he settles between my thighs.
I gasp as the blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance, spreading my legs wide to invite him home.
“As you wish,” he rasps, sliding inside me with one smooth stroke.
I cry out from the sensation of being filled so completely. Waylon stills, giving me a moment to adjust, and I revel in the delicious stretch and burn.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, dropping his forehead to rest against mine. His arms are braced on either side of my head, surrounding me, and I cling to his broad shoulders as I adjust to his thick cock.
When the slight discomfort fades, replaced by overwhelming pleasure, I rock my hips in encouragement. “Move, please. I’ll go crazy if you stay like you are.”
Waylon grins before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my moan as he pulls back and sinks deep once more. His thrusts remain slow and gentle, a steady slide and drag that has me moaning his name and thrusting my hips to meet his.
I urge him to go faster, harder, but Waylon grins and maintains his slow pace, driving me senseless with desire. His fingers trail over my body as if studying each dip and curve.
Tears prick my eyes at the depth of emotion threatening to overwhelm me. No one has ever made love to me like this. No one has ever made me feel so cherished, so adored.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words escaping on a sob. “I love you so much.”
Waylon surges up to cover my mouth in a searing kiss, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. I moan into his mouth, my hands grasping his shoulders as he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster.
“And I love you,” he rasps against my lips. “My Angel. Now and forever, you belong to me.”
Another sob wracks my frame as the pleasure spirals out of control. Waylon is everywhere—surrounding me, filling me, loving me. I tumble over the edge with his name on my lips and the knowledge that I am his, just as he is mine.
Waylon follows me over, his body clenching as he finds his release. We cling to each other, gasping for breath as we come back to reality.
I brush a kiss over his jaw, smiling as his beard tickles my mouth. “I love you,” I whisper again, the words as natural as breathing.
Waylon lifts his head to meet my gaze, eyes shining with emotion. “And I love you, my Angel. Always.”
He rolls to his side, pulling me along so that I’m tucked against his chest. I drape an arm over his waist and tangle our legs together, content in his embrace. I know that here is where I’ll remain for my life, and neither of us will let anyone or anything come between us again.
It took us a while to get here, but this is the best love in the world.
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