Page 23 of His Relentless Angel

“Relax, love,” I tell him, just as he did to me.

His tension eases and he allows more of his weight to pin me to the mattress, my breasts smashed between us, but I don’t care. Isaiah licks the spot on my neck where he bit me and says quietly, “I came inside you. Are you on birth control?.”

With my heart hanging in the balance, I answer, “No. Do you regret it?”

“No,” he admits and kisses my neck. “Maybe I’m supposed to, but…”

“But what?”

“You were made for me,” he starts slowly. “Which means you were made to give me…give me a…”

“A family,” I finish for him, hoping that’s what he was going to say.

“Yes,” he whispers. He jerks back and shouts, “Yes, yes, Bailey!” He pulls out almost all the way, and I think I’ve gotten it all wrong. That regret has slammed into him now that we’ve gone all the way.

But then his previously softening cock hardens, and he drives inside me so hard and fast that my body skates up the bed. I yelp and throw an arm above my head to brace my hand against the solid wood headboard to prevent my crown from banging against it. Isaiah sits up on his knees and leans forward, gripping the top of the headboard with one hand and yanking my hip up with the other, forcing his way deeper and faster at a new angle. I’m so wet with my release and his own that there’s not even the slightest bit of resistance or burning stretch.

Isaiah breathes hard through his nose when he nails me in place with wild eyes, his glasses close to falling off his nose. “Gotta make up for lost time. I’ve wasted too much of it. Take it, baby. Give me what I want.” Isaiah lets go of my hip and firmly presses his thumb against my clit, massaging it in a way that leaves me a breathless mess until a third orgasm sweeps me away. “Ah fuck, that’s it. Going to cum inside you again. Yes!” With one more fast thrust that extends my orgasm, Isaiah floods me with his release.

Please god, let it work.

Chapter 11

Isaiah

I roll us onto our sides so I don’t crush my Bailey when my limbs give out with exhaustion. I hike her top leg over my waist when she squirms, then hug her tighter, pressing her pelvis closer to mine so we can lay with my softening cock still deep inside her. I don’t want to leave her wet heat yet, and I don’t want any of my cum leaking out of her, either.

Thinking about how much my life has changed in just one weekend is absolutely mental. From waking up and worrying about how she’d react—how I would react—to seeing each other for the first time in so long, to worrying about how our families will react when we tell them we’re together. Because we are. Together. There’s no more fighting this. No more pushing her away. No more running away from what was always meant to be.

I push my glasses up my nose, then comb back all the hair that has fallen from her bun behind her ear so I can kiss her. “Are you ok?”

“I’m a little sore,” she admits, flexing her hips.

I kiss her once more before slowly pulling out and lifting her leg off my hip. She squirms again.

“What was that?”

She scrunches her nose adorably. “It feels funny.”

“My cum?” I give her a cocky grin.

“Yeah. Weirder than last time.”

My back goes ramrod straight. “What do you mean ‘last time’? I felt it—your virginity. Who—”

She rears back her head, brows pinched. “I am a virgin—was,” she corrects. Her bottom lip wobbles, and I want to bite it, as I always want to, to stop it. “You don’t remember?”

Now, I’m really scared. “Remember what?”

“At your condo…the couch?”

I roll her over onto her back and lean over her. “What are you talking about?”

“You…you told me to get on top of you and ride you. We didn’t technically have sex, but you came.”

“No, I didn’t. I—” It hits me like a ton of bricks. “Holy shit. I thought it was a wet dream. Woke up with cum all over me. That was real?” I swallow hard. That letter I gave her…the sickening mistake I wrote about…she thinks I was referring to what happened on my couch.

“The whole time…you were asleep?” I can’t tell if that makes her feel better or worse.

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