Indebted Love

♡ six ♡

I like the way Angel's stubble and moustache tickle my skin. Like a hard feather brushing against my skin, softly and gently and you can't help but close your eyes and bath in the delightfulness of it all.

This is exactly how I imagined it. How tight and secure a man's hold can be. His chin resting on the crook of your neck, planting a kiss so soft it's like the first rush of a warm wind except its coming from the insides of your stomach, travelling all the way up to your heart as blood rushes down south.

Angel removes his hands from my shirt, going on his elbow as he turns me on my back, the same hand gripping my chin and kisses me all over my face. I still have my eyes closed. A foolish smile plastered on my face as his stubble tickles me and brushes across my skin as he moves to the crook of my neck and my collar bone.

I let my hands roam on his bare back, trialling my fingers on his triceps and abs, planting a firm touch so I'd know that this is real. His muscles flexes in my hands, skin so tight and meaty I feel a gush of wetness coating my panties and lips. Angel goes on of me, forcing me fully on my back as he continue assault of kisses all over my neck- as much skin as he can get without lifting or sliding his large shirt off my body.

My legs part against my will, opening up to him as Angel rest on his elbow so he wouldn't crush me. I lift my chin high to open my neck more, my moan trapped as I drew my bottom lips to my teeth, biting hard enough that a shiver rolls down my spine.

Angel sucks my skin, making sure to leave a dark purple spot for everyone to see. He doesn't dwell any deeper than a surface scratch, moving to cup my face and bring his lips to mine- before the idea of breathing can enter his mind...or mine.

So I focus on the way his lips feel against mine. The way he molds perfectly on top of me and how right this feels. I hold on to this feeling tightly, my fingers cramping so much because I don't want to let it go.

I finally have a breath air as Angel detaches himself from me, our fingers the last to touch as he rolls to my right side and sighs heavily as the sun peeks through the crack of the curtains, landing on Angel's golden face.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asks, turning his head to face me.

"Yep," I clear my throat, sitting up and stretching my hands up and throw the covers off my legs. "You don't have to keep asking me that, Angel"

I reach for my phone on my side of the night table stand beside bed, initially checking the time but my eyes caught on to the dozen messages on Instagram, WhatsApp and Facebook. I decided to put my phone on airplane mode, ignoring everyone-Katie- so I'd enjoy my honeymoon more peacefully.

"I'm just concerned about you," Angel mumbles, sitting up as well and grabbing his phone.

I sigh out loud, standing up and doing my morning stretches as I thought of an snarky response.

"I don't believe you," I tsk, grabbing my towel from a cloth hanger before heading to the bathroom.

"You won't enjoy your honeymoon with an attitude like that!" Angel yells behind me as I lock the door behind me. I spend a couple second on the door, focusing on my breath and blinking multiple times stopping the tears from coming.

I couldn't tell the difference once I start showering, my tears and the water mixing together yet my feelings remain the same.

...I shouldn't give myself anymore self pity or wallow any longer and ruin my own vacation.

So the events of my wedding flashes on my mind, not really a diversion of my demise because it's Angel I'm always thinking of. When he touches me and hugs me. The way his body swallow me up we he goes on too of me, connecting my lips in his and we kiss all the time.