“You need me?” Damian asked playfully. He held his index finger under her chin to hold her gaze.

“I do need you,” Angel said. Her face flushed. She’d never talked like this before, and didn’t want her mate to think she was being too forward.

“Or do you just want me for my body?” Damian joked.

Angel shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked away. Damian could tell she was getting a little uncomfortable, but he wasn’t ready to let up. He wanted to see how far she’d let him egg her on.

“I want you, too. You’re my soul-mate. I’m supposed to want you and need you, right? Not just your body, but everything about you.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smirked. “But you do have a smoking hot body.”

Damian chuckled. He’d heard so many women say that in the past. Back then it fed his already-inflated ego. But hearing it from his mate made him genuinely smile. He wanted to always stay in shape and impress her. He wanted her to always think he was hot.

Damian stepped a little closer and nudged Angel with his shoulder. “You’re pretty freaking hot yourself.”

She smiled and looked at the floor. “Thank you.”

Damian leaned down. “Look at me, Angel.”

She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. He pulled at the sticks she’d used to hold her hair up. She shook her head and her golden locks fell slowly, cascading down her back.

Damian’s hand was drawn to her blond strands. He ran his fingers through her tresses along her scalp. Angel closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and lolled her head into his touch. His fingers roamed through her mane, caressing her scalp. Her hair felt like silk.

With his hand holding her by the nape of her neck, Damian lowered his lips onto her inviting mouth. She opened for him immediately, and their tongues danced together.

Angel loved Damian’s taste. She loved everything about him. He looked so rugged and tough, yet was incredibly gentle with his touch and his kisses. She felt safer than she ever had before. She knew he’d never do anything to hurt her. Her arms encircled his waist, holding him snugly against her.

His warmth was overwhelming in a good way. She felt like she was reducing to a mere puddle of melted wax that he could shape and mold however he pleased. Her heart was so full of love for the man of her dreams. The Goddess picked the right one for sure, she thought. She knew she’d do anything for him. Anything.

Damian’s hands traveled slowly and softly down Angel’s spine until he stopped at her lower back. His hands wrapped around her waist and he hoisted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Damian held her buttocks in his hands, kept her lips captive by his own, and walked them both into their bedroom.

The butterflies and tingling deep inside Angel increased with each step. She was nervous and excited. She wanted her mate to claim her. To mark her and make her his forever, but she was scared the physical connection of their bodies would be far more painful than she’d been told to expect. Still, she wanted to give him everything he wanted to take, and to be the mate he deserved.

When they made it to the bed, Damian sat on the edge with Angel still clinging to him. Her legs loosened around his midsection and she moved back slightly while shifting the positioning of her legs so she was straddling him. She had moved into position just enough to feel his swollen manhood beneath her.

Angel moaned as she gently moved back and forth over his bulge, remembering the feeling from when they were in the shower. Remembering how much she was anticipating feeling him inside her.

Damian lay back on the bed, pulling Angel down on top of him. Their mouths parted during the jostling.

“I need you so badly, Angel,” Damian whispered.

“I’m yours.”

His mouth claimed hers again and his arms pulled her tighter to him. His hard cock was begging to be freed and was threatening to bust through the zipper. Angel positioned her heat over Damian’s bulge and rocked her hips back and forth, feeling him rub against her clit. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before, but a feeling she was craving.

Damn her. She’s going to make me come in my pants, he thought.

Damian rolled them over so Angel was beneath him. He used his knee to part her legs so he could fit between them. He propped himself up on his elbows.

“We have on too many clothes,” he said. He stood up and tugged the hem of his shirt until he had it pulled off over his head. With a flip of his wrist, the shirt was tossed onto the floor near the chest of drawers.

He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He pushed them down over his hips, freeing his hard cock from its prison. He stood before his beautiful mate, completely naked.

“Sit up,” Damian said, and he held out his hand to help her up. Instead of just helping her to a sitting position, he pulled her up to stand beside him. It was time to unwrap his prize.

He leaned down and gently lifted the T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her perfect tits with tan-colored nipples. Damian hadn’t had much opportunity in the shower to study them, or taste them. Without hesitation, Damian cupped them both before lowering his head and taking one into his mouth, then the other. Perfection, he thought.

Angel moaned in pleasure as Damian licked and sucked on her nipples. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. Her hands threaded in his hair, holding him tight to her. She lowered her head and kissed his hair, then pushed it back off his face and kissed his forehead. She never wanted this feeling to end.

Damian slid his hands down to her waist, sliding his finger along her skin inside the yoga pants’ waist. He grabbed them and slid them down over her curvy hips and thighs. He knelt on the floor in front of her to help her step one foot out of them, then the other. The scent of her arousal was nearly too much to bear. He leaned in toward her crotch and deeply took her fragrance into his lungs.

“Have a seat,” Damian said. His voice was husky with need. He needed to taste her. He needed to claim her. He needed everything about her.

Angel sat on the bed with her legs slightly parted. Damian pressed her knees wider and moved between them. Her legs were shaking and her pussy was dripping wet. He leaned in closer, within inches of her mound, and his mouth began to water as he edged closer and closer to licking and tasting her.

Ring. Ring. <Pause> Ring. Ring. <Pause> Ring. Ring.

“What in the actual fuck is going on tonight?” Damian fumed.

“Ignore it. Let’s pretend like we aren’t here,” Angel said. The look in her eyes was almost enough for Damian to go along with her suggestion.

“It might be my mother. She knows we’re here because I’m sure she and my father have talked already. I can’t just ignore her.”

“You’re right.” Angel inhaled deeply and then exhaled while rolling her eyes.

“Go ahead and put your clothes back on. Hopefully she doesn’t stay long.” Damian pulled on his shirt and jeans, again. He was extremely annoyed that they weren’t getting any alone time.