Ace: His Angel (Phoenix Riders MC 1)

64: Acceptance

Kaitlyn POV

Sam wasted no time devouring my body. Proving I am worth loving in every aspect, forcing me to only focus on feeling him. Pleasing him, hearing him struggling to not come undone just from teasing him, satisfied me. But when Sam stood and took off his sweatpants, my anxiety rose, and I nearly backed out.

There is no way he will fit. Not without causing pain, and that scares me. He would never hurt me, not on purpose. As if he could read my mind, he asked me again, but I refused to listen. Not letting my past and fears control me any longer and accepted his love that is helping me put my broken pieces back together.

His slow tease was fucking torture, not wanting to hurt me, but I didn't have patience. I needed him. Sam pushed further into me, and my body moved on its own, forcing him closer and further into me, but he held me in place.

"Look at me, Angel. Don't take your eyes off me," he demanded. That one command forced my eyes on him. I saw the love and devotion in his hazel eyes, and my pussy tightened around his cock. He held open my legs, pounding into me, devouring all of me, and I loved it.

"Sam!" I cried, pleasure coursing through me.

"Let go for me, Angel," he growled, and I did. My body shook as I gave in and fell apart, and Sam chased my orgasm with his own.

Sam groaned, unloading in me, and carefully laid on top of me, not wanting to squish me or let me go. We were both panting, coming down from the high, and eventually, he pulled out of me, and I felt empty.

He's addicting, and I hope this is only the beginning of a long night.

Sam got up, went into the bathroom, returned with a wet washcloth, and helped clean me up. Tossing the washcloth to the side, he climbed in next to me, facing me, and I draped my leg over his. I winced at the movement, and Sam moved my leg off him to lessen the pain.

I absentmindedly traced his tattoos, and Sam kissed my head, burying his head into the crook of my neck. His hands danced down the side of my abdomen, down to my hip, and eventually to my ass. Unable to get enough of me.

Sam is mine. He wants my "irreparable" flaws, and I never have to question his love for me. I've always wanted a man to love me for who I am, and now that I have found him, I cannot wait to start a new life with him.

I buried my head in his chest, letting tears freely flow while powerful hands rubbed my back until I calmed down. Sam placed kisses on top of my head, silently reassuring me he was right there and wouldn't leave me.

"What's wrong, Angel? Where does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

I don't deserve this man. I'm not the angel he sees or the phoenix my brother sees, but I want to be. For them.

Gathering myself, I pulled away, wiping my tears, causing Sam to tense with worry that he had done something wrong. He sat up and pulled me into his lap, waiting for me to tell him what I needed. "I'm not upset at what we just did. Okay?" I pleaded.

I fidgeted with the ring on my finger, not wanting to say the wrong thing, but let him into my brain. Sam's lips met mine, reassuring me it would be okay.

"You...you are my person, and I have fallen completely in love with you, and I am terrified of losing you. Worried you'll wake up one day and realize this isn't what I want, and I'm too much for you. I know I'm 'needy' and 'clingy' then become cold, and I'm trying my best not to do that with you. What if I retreat into my old self, and shut you out again?" I asked, shaking.

"I won't let that happen, and if it does, then I'll be right here reminding you of who you've become. All I ever want from you, Angel, for you to be you. If you need to cling to me, and I need to tell you how much I love you every hour, then I will. Without question. When you need space and alone time take it. All I ask is that you tell me, in your own time, what is going on in your beautiful mind," Sam said, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"When I asked you to marry me, I asked all of you, not just the parts I want. I choose you. You are my old lady, and now," his hand found my left one, "my future."

"Most of the time, stress and anxiety rule my mind, but when I'm with you, it disappears. The comfort and security you give me mean the world to me. I have never felt this way about someone before. I've never wanted someone more than you, and I promise to work at being the angel you see, and phoenix Kyle sees in me," I sniffled, looking away.

A powerful hand rubbed my cheek, trying to quiet my mind. Closing my eyes, I leaned into him, taking deep breaths, slowing my heart rate. Looking up, hazel eyes stared at me, giving me butterflies.

"I know you will, you always have," he assured me, kissing me, and I knew I found my forever home with him. Sam pulled away and whispered against my lips, "Thank you for letting me in."

"I'm just glad I made sense," I laughed, running my hands over his abs, causing Sam to tighten his grip on my hips. Leaning in, I kissed his lips softly, but Sam wanted more. He pulled me onto his lap, so I straddled him and deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, and his eyes raked over my body, and I could feel myself getting wet again. Sensing this, he smirked and raised his eyebrows, silently asking me if I wanted to go again. Leaning down, I took his bottom lip between my teeth, causing his dick to twitch beneath me.

"Hope you weren't planning on sleeping soon because now that I have you, I'm never letting you go," he smirked, setting my body and heart on fire.