Ace: His Angel (Phoenix Riders MC 1)

62: You

Ace POV

Angel is someone who thinks through everything before acting. I, however, don't and am learning patience isn't always a bad thing.

The way she kissed me, taking what she wanted, but giving me control was everything I wanted. Needed. Angel stopped thinking and simply felt, and it was beautiful to feel. However, the moment she pulled away, her wheels began spinning, and I wanted it to stop.

Taking my shirt off, I placed her hands on my chest, and her shaking slightly subdued while her eyes roamed over my body. The way she took me in sent blood rushing to my dick, taking everything in me to remain patient.

"Tell me, Angel," I pleaded, wanting to know her thoughts. She looked down, but I tugged the edge of her chin upwards towards me, forcing her eyes to look into mine.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want me? I know I'm not exactly...the easiest person and-"

I kissed her, stopping her from continuing with that line of thought. Stopping the voices telling her she isn't enough. She deserves someone far better than me, but my hellhound and I refuse to let her go. Instead, I will work every-day to protect her and make her the happiest woman I know.

"You are exactly what I want, what I need to keep me going every day. To be a better person," I confirmed, meaning every word.

Angel's hands tightened on my chest, processing my words, going through every situation before doing anything. It's not how I work, and others may find it annoying, but I love it about her. I know she will never say or do anything she isn't 1,000% sure of. So, when she said yes to marrying me, I knew she was absolutely sure of it.

Her hands lightly traced the tattoos on my chest, making her way down to my abdomen, smiling. I closed my eyes, grabbed her hips for deep life, and took deep breaths. Her touch made me want to lose control, and when a small laugh escaped her mouth, my eyes snapped to her green ones, and I knew she was testing me. Two can play this game.

Angel gasped as I pulled her body against mine. I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, whispering, "Angel, I wasn't lying when I said you are the most beautiful person I've laid eyes on. If you keep touching me like you are now, I won't be able to hold myself back."

Pulling back, her eyes widened, and she unconsciously bit her bottom lip. Those lips should be between my teeth, not hers.

"You honestly find me that attractive? After everything?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

I could tell Anels she was the most beautiful woman till I was blue in the face, but she would question it every time. Though no fault of her own. Actions, however, are a different story, and based on Kaitlyn's tonight, the only thing holding her back was herself.

"Don't, Angel. Don't stop yourself because you're scared. It's up to you, but I will always stop if you tell me to," I said, hoping tonight she would let go.

Pulling her bottom lip from her teeth, running my fingers over her lips, she gave in to her desires. Her lips crashed into mine, her hands tugged at the nape of my neck, and her tongue competed with mine for dominance. Angel bit my lower lip, and a moan slipped out of me.

She's playing a dangerous game, and I want more.

Kaitlyn's hand found my chin, forcing my head to the side as she trailed kisses down my neck. As she went down my neck, all I could focus on was the gorgeous body on mine, and she expertly found my soft spot. Kaitlyn bit hard, sending pleasure coursing through my body, causing my hips to thrust upward. Intensifying the friction between us and Kaitlyn stopped.

No, no, no.

Angel pulled away, smiling, and whispered while playing with my bottom lip, "I may or may not enjoy biting. I could spend all night marking you." If Kaitlyn was the confident, sexy woman every time she bit me, she could do it whenever the fuck she wanted. I don't care who hears or sees her marks.

Gripping her thighs, I got up and carried her to the bedroom. Closing the door, I put Kaitlyn down, caging her against it. My hands fisted next to her, thinking about being buried deep inside her tight pussy, hearing her cry out in pleasure. Or having the lasting taste of her on my tongue, bringing her over the edge. Again and again. The memory of her falling apart in the shower seared in my brain, and I want to do it again tonight.

"Look at me, Ace," Angel whispered, running her hands up my chest.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down, and her big green eyes seared into me. Her body gravitated towards mine like a magnet, and I couldn't get away. My dick pressed against her stomach, and I hissed at the contact. I don't want to fuck this up, and I need her to tell me what to do before I make a mistake.

"Tell me what you want, Angel," I strained out.

"Whatever you're thinking of, I want. I want you," she whispered against my lips. "I know you're afraid to hurt me, but I don't want you to hold back because of me. Whatever you were thinking about, that made you this hard," she said, rubbing my length through my pants. "That's what I want."

Closing the space between us, I asked, "Are you sure? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop. I am not soft; I don't know how to be."

"Good. I don't want soft; I want you."