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“Oh, God, Angelo,” I moan, my voice loud and unrestrained as he works his tongue against me. He knows exactly how to touch me, his movements deliberate and confident. My handsgrip the sheets, twisting them in my fists as the pleasure builds, each stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through me.
Angelo groans against me, the sound vibrating through my body, and I cry out, the intensity of it all too much to bear. His hands hold my hips firmly in place as he dives deeper, his tongue moving faster, harder, driving me closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my voice loud, needy. I can’t control the sounds escaping me, each moan, each cry, louder than the last as he pushes me higher and higher. My body is on fire, the pleasure coiling tighter with every movement of his mouth.
When I finally come undone, it’s with a loud, broken cry that echoes in the room. My back arches off the bed, my legs trembling as Angelo doesn’t let up, prolonging my orgasm until I’m completely spent, breathless and trembling beneath him.
Breathless and reeling, I barely manage to whisper, “Holy shit,” my voice shaking in the aftermath of the pleasure still coursing through me. Angelo pulls back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he gazes down at me with dark, heated eyes.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. “Like goddamn honey.” He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "But I'm not done with you yet, Fee. Not even close."
Before I can catch my breath, Angelo’s hands are on me again, his grip firm but tender as he flips me over onto my stomach. I gasp as he pulls me up onto my hands and knees, the cool air brushing against my heated skin, making me shiver. There’s a moment of stillness where all I can hear is the sound of our ragged breathing, the tension between us crackling like a live wire.
Angelo’s hands trail down my back, his touch setting my nerves on fire. He spreads my legs a little wider, his fingers grazing over my slick folds, teasing me until I’m whimpering, desperate for more.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think about anything else.”
I moan at his words, my body trembling with anticipation as he positions himself behind me. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath, my body aching with need.
“Angelo,” I manage to gasp out, my voice a pleading whisper.
He doesn’t make me wait any longer. With one powerful thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely. I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheets as he stretches me, the sensation so intense that I can’t hold back the loud, unrestrained moan that escapes my lips.
Angelo doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts moving, his hips slamming against mine with a force that sends me reeling. Each thrust is deep and hard, pushing me closer to the edge with every movement. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, the wet, obscene noises of our connection driving me wild.
“Oh, God, Angelo,” I moan, my voice loud and desperate as he fucks me harder, faster. The angle is perfect, every thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. My body moves with his, our rhythm primal and raw, my mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck, Fee, you feel so good,” Angelo groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, driving deeper into me until I’m crying out his name, my voice echoing off the walls.
The pleasure builds rapidly, the intensity of his movements pushing me higher and higher until I’m on the brink of losing control. My body tightens, every muscle coiled with the promise of release.
“Come for me, Fee,” Angelo growls, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words are my undoing. I scream his name as the orgasm tears through me, my body convulsing with the force of it. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming me completely as I shatter around him, my walls clenching tight around his cock.
Angelo groans loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he follows me over the edge, his grip on my hips tightening as he comes deep inside me. His moans mix with mine, the sounds of our mutual pleasure filling the room.
For a moment, neither of us moves, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies still connected. The air is thick with the scent of sex, the room hot and filled with the echoes of our passion.
As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, Angelo slowly pulls out of me, his hands lingering on my hips as if he’s reluctant to let go. My body feels boneless, thoroughly spent, and yet, there’s a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with the intensity of what we just shared.
Angelo gently guides me down onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. Despite the dampness of our skin and the sticky aftermath of our passion, I snuggle into him without hesitation. His embrace is strong, comforting, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel completely safe.
His heartbeat is steady under my ear, a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a state of contentment. Angelo’s hand strokes my hair, his touch tender and possessive all at once, as if he’s silently promising that he’ll always be there for me.
I let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes as I press closer to him. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.
“Me neither,” Angelo murmurs, his breath warm against my forehead. “But I’m glad it’s with you, Fee.”
A smile tugs at my lips as I relax fully into his arms. In this moment, nothing else matters—no fears, no worries, no threats. Just the two of us, wrapped up in each other, finding solace in the connection we’ve forged.
As sleep starts to claim me, I hold onto the feeling of Angelo’s arms around me, his body against mine, and the sense of belonging that fills me. For the first time in forever, I fall asleep with a sense of peace, knowing that with Angelo by my side, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
14
ANGELO
The roar of the fire stops me in my tracks. I stand on the street, watching flames engulf the Alvarez family's flower shop. The acrid smell of smoke fills my nostrils, and the heat from the blaze sears my skin even from this distance.
