Page 16 of Creed

Kicking off my shoes, I reach down to take my socks off, keeping my eyes on her. “I made you come within five minutes. You know what that means?”

She bites her lip, nodding, eyes riveted on me. When I undo my pants, her breathing deepens.

“Good girl,” I say, making her eyes fly to mine. “I get to call you whatever I want.”

When my pants fall from my waist, her sharp intake of breath makes my cock jerk. When I lower my briefs, she moans, low and guttural.

“I was wondering if your dick was tattooed.”

I stalk toward her on the bed.Mybed. The meaning and implications aren’t lost on me for what I’ve consciously or subconsciously done.

Stroking my iron-hard erection, loving the way her eyes rake over my inked flesh and how she licks her lips as she looks at my cock.

“You’re my good girl,” I say, and her eyes flare. “You’re my angel.” Her nostrils flare at the possessiveness in my words and voice. “You’re mine.”

Chapter 5

Sophie

“You’re my good girl…You’re my angel… You’re mine.”

Mine.

With a body like that, I’ll be whatever you want me to be for tonight.

Creed’s big body coils and relaxes as he moves, and I want nothing more than to have my hands on all that hard, inked skin.

When he kneels on the bed, I sit up, reaching for him. He shifts, laying us both down and stretching out beside me. We twist onto our sides, our limbs entwining, almost naturally, as if they’ve done this a million times and instinctively know how to fit perfectly together. My body is humming, hot, and aching for him to unleash that cascade of pleasure again. However, something has paused. His piercing eyes skate over my face, and his largehand curls over my hip. The possessiveness of the words he just spoke still hangs in the air, wrapping around us almost tangibly.

“What do you want, angel?”

He’s already asked me that, and even though the words are the same, I feel that the question’s meaning has shifted.

“You,” I breathe. “I want heaven and you.”

His eyes flare. “You think I can give you heaven?”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.

“And what if a little taste of hell has to accompany heaven?”

“Then you’ll protect me from the hellfire.”

He sucks in sharply, his hand tightening on my hip, and his eyes blaze. “This is your last chance to walk away.”

I’m giving myself tonight. I’ll take this and all it has to offer as something that’s just for me. I’m giving myself permission to do something forme.Not for my family, not for my future and how I could help my family, but something solely and selfishly all for me.

I press my body more firmly against his as my answer.

His grin turns wicked. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.”

His hand grips my ass, bringing me to him. His hardness rubs against my clit, making sparks and heat and pure need blast through me, and I can’t help the moan or the way my hips grind against him.

I’ve never seen a man like him, nor has my body ever responded to another like it had. I’ll question and think about that later, though. I won’t get into my head now and destroy or take away from the precious time I have with this glorious man inside a god’s body.

His eyes never leave mine as he uses his hand on my ass to help me grind along his length. “Take what you want, what you need, angel.”

The lace of my panties is between us, and his hard, long length rubs the material against my clit. It’s intense, and if I wasn’t so wet, it might hurt rather than feel good. But as it is, it feelsamazing.

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