Page 154 of Angelic Vengeance

“Good morning…” Rolling onto my side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and basked in his scent; sage and wood, andman.

“¿Dormiste bien?”

“Sí,” I giggled when he flipped us over, his hard body pushing me into the mattress. I loved how big he was; how he was the only man I’d ever been able to feel safe around; how relaxed and sensual I felt around him.

I had a dark and deadly aura, but Zach’s dominated mine by so far, I actually felt incorrupt. All I knew, was my dark colors shone for the first time –around him.

I tended to avoid even thinking about intimacy or sex because of my past, but these days that seemed to be the only thing on my mind. When I was with Zach, all I wanted to do was ride him on the couch. When I wasn’t with him, all I could think about was when he’d come home so he could fuck me up against the wall in the entry hallway.

Grabbing my hand, his eyes met mine as he kissed the inside of my wrist, right above the gold bracelet. I waswearing it again; had been since the shootout. Now, Zach took every chance to show his appreciation for me never taking it off. No one except us knew how intimate and personal it was; what the two charms represented.

His hand went into my hair, his lips pressed against mine, and we both groaned with need into the kiss. “Mi novia.”

“¿Novia?” I smiled, running my nails through his hair. It was a slightly old-fashioned, but romantic way of sayinggirlfriend. “A little formal, don’t you think?”

“Mi chica, then.”

His mouth covered mine again, kissing me until I was all worked up and exhausted. I could’ve said the male version of the same endearments back, but something told me he’d like the following more.

I ran my sharp nails down his chest and chiseled abs. “Mi hombre.”

A masculine groan of approval rumbled in his chest, and before I knew it, he was stealing my breath again and ripping off my skimpy night clothes. In a matter of seconds, we were all over each other. I couldn’t remember the last time I wasn’t drowning in him. These days, I lived and breathed everything Zachary Di’Ablo.

He talked me through it, as always. Right against my ear in a deep rasp – against my lips, neck, stomach,lower.

“Me vuelves loco.”

“No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”

“Tan mojada para mí.”

“Te necesito todo el tiempo.”

“¿No más?Aún no he terminado contigo.”

“¿Cuándo podré atarte y darte esas uvas?”

“Siempre supe que eras mía.”

He’d never talked so much or sodirtyin Spanish before. Somehow, it seemed more raw, more honest, more… real.

“Mi amor… Mi todo…” Buried deep inside me, with my legs wrapped around him, he said each phrase with a kiss on my cheek, before pulling away slightly to look me in the eyes. “Te amo.”

I felt my heart expand in my chest. Saying it in English was one thing. Saying it in our native language…

“Zach…”

“Te amo tanto,hermosa.” His hands went into my hair, holding my face in the pads of his palms.

My eyes teared up at the gentleness in his movements, and the honesty in his words. A confession of my own escaped my lips, “I love you so much, sometimes it hurts my chest.”

Zach’s eyes set like the sun. He pulled me closer, brushing his lips over mine. “I know, baby. I feel it too.” He guided my hand over his chest and I felt my palm pass a bullet-wound scar, before settling over his racing heart. “I love you forever.”

My whole body shut off, before a rush of life hit me like a drug high, running through my veins and making my heart beat with reason. “¿Para siempre?”

“Y siempre.”

All I could do was hold onto him, andfeel.

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