Page 58 of Angelic Vengeance

I slowly looked up to see one of Zachary’s hands supporting his head as he watched the race. I felt his other arm snaked around my back, holding softly onto my waist. Something fluttered in my chest at the feel of his hand on me, and I watched him for a moment, studying his face. Dark, maintained hair; smooth, tan skin; nice lips and cheekbones; strong nose and jawline; ebony lashes.

The sun warmed us in its trance, turning Zach’s tan skin golden and causing his chain to reflect its light. Yet, his eyes always remained midnight black. It was fascinating.

After a few moments, I pushed myself up, causing him to turn and look at me. I let out a small laugh, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

His hand remained on my waist, as he took me in, frowning in that charming-concerned way of his. “Feel better?”

I nodded. I wasn’t coughing or sneezing, and my headache was gone. But I couldn’t find it in me to let the words out.

“Good.”

He was watching me so intensely, I looked away, and my eyes landed on the scars I gave him on his chest. The cuts were a thin red and healing, meaning they would eventually disappear. However, that didn’t stop any of the guilt filling my chest. Why did I have to be such a bitch all the time?

Absently, my fingers brushed the cuts on his chest, and strange, unfamiliar words left my lips. “I’m sorry.”

They hung heavily in the air, and neither of us dared to break the serene silence. I thought saying them would make me weak, but just like everything else involving Zach… It felt nice.

It felt weirdly liberating to be vulnerable in front of somebody. What had been squeezing my lungs like a vice my whole life… Was gone. And I could finally breathe. It felt fucking amazing.

His rough hand came up to brush some unruly strands of hair out of my face. “Don’t worry about it.”

Charcoal eyes bored into mine and I just looked at the man in front of me. He was the first person to break my walls as much as he did. He was the first guy to not give up on pursuing me. He never disrespected me. He killed two men for getting too close to me. He jumped into the East River after me and saved my life. He got me safe and warm… Made me come over and over again… And even after I left with no explanation, hestillcame back.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

My eyes left his, falling on the cuts again, and guilt hit me right in the gut. I lowered my head and laid a soft kiss on the red slashes.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his skin, my manicured nails slightly digging into him.

“Hey, hey…” Zach shook his head, grabbing my chin to bring me back up to his eye level.

Our eyes involuntarily bore into each other and time slowed. His gaze dropped to my lips, and mine to his, as his hand snaked around the back of my head. He pulled me in, our lips meeting with such soft tenderness, it made my whole body buzz with electricity and warmth.

Pushing my embarrassment and nerves away, I slightly pulled away and began kissing the corner of his mouth, to his sharp jaw and down his neck. His hand fisted my hair as I continued leaving butterfly kisses, just like he had done to me the other night. But when my lips continued going lower, past his muscular chest and down his defined abdomen, his hand in my hair forced my head up.

“What are you doing?” He asked through ragged breaths. He was so worked up, it brought a mischievous smile out of me.

“I’m apologizing.” I didn’t give him any time to process my words before I dropped my head again, and continued kissing above his waistband, between his V-lines. My fingers went underneath the band of his boxers, but before I pulled them down, I darted my tongue out and licked the skin along his waistband.

I pushed myself up on my knees, between his legs, before pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock jumped out, already hard, and my mouth went dry. I had seen how big he was before, but that was in the dark. Now, without the mask of the night, I realized he was largerand thicker than what I had mentally prepared myself for. My heart dropped like a weight between my legs; hereallyhadn’t lied.

Nerves sizzled beneath my skin, and I was scared to let go of his pants, thinking my hands would start shaking. Because of the grand amount of morning light, I could see every detail of his cock – like the large vein running up the underside and disappearing underneath the head.

I ran my tongue across my lips, taking one more moment to prepare myself. Zach didn’t rush me, simply crossed his arms behind his head before readjusting on the couch. I knew I had to meet his eyes at one point, I just couldn’t yet.

Instead, I loosened my hand from his pants and before I could overthink, wrapped my fingers around his length. Zach hissed in a breath and my heart thumped against my rib cage when his abs flexed. In an attempt to cover up my inexperience, I tightened my grip on him. He was stiffer than I expected, and it intimidated me more than I would’ve liked to admit.

I could figure out how to do this by myself. I mean… how hard could it be? Everybody did it.

I moved my hand up and down, surprised at how heavy he felt in my palm. I knew Zach was watching my every movement but I couldn’t meet his gaze, too mortified by my own courage.

“You can grip harder. It won’t fall off.” He chuckled after a few more of my tentative strokes.

I flushed but pushed through the embarrassment. I moved myself to lay on the couch on my stomach, between his legs, and squeezed my hand around his cock, harder like he told me. A masculine groan escaped him and it sent a wave of reassurance through me. He was already leakingwith pre-cum so I lowered my head and swiped my tongue over his tip. The taste was slightly salty on my tongue and I couldn’t help but look up at him while licking my lips.

He watched me with lazy eyes, but the intensity of his stare stole the air out of my chest. Without breaking eye contact, I laid a soft kiss on his tip, then another.

“I haven’t,” –kiss– “Done this,” –kiss– “Before.”

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