“I want to try again, now,” Angel said. Only seconds had passed since Damian comforted her for thinking she wasn’t capable of satisfying him.

“Okay. I’m ready when you are.”

Angel lifted her rear off Damian and waited to feel his cock slide through her slickness and get positioned at her entrance, then slid back down, engulfing him slowly. Very slowly. She found herself gasping and breathing deeply as she took him deeper still, acclimating to his girth.

She smiled when she felt herself resting on him, knowing she had him fully seated inside her. The feeling was incredible. She felt like she’d been stuffed to the brim and could feel him pushing at her walls from every angle.

Damian held her by her hips and slowly moved his hips in a grinding motion, moving himself around inside her.

“Do you like how that feels?” he asked.

“I love it. You feel amazing inside me. Now what do I do?”

Damian smiled at her. “You can move like this.” He held her hips and moved them in a rocking motion. “Or you can do this.” He held her ass cheeks in each hand and lifted her slowly, then let her back down.

“Ohhh, I like that,” Angel cooed. “What do you want me to do? Which way do you like it?”

“Whatever you choose is fine with me. When I’m in control, I’ll choose. Tonight, you’re in charge.”

Angel smiled. She wasn’t sure she liked being in control of their pleasure since she was so inexperienced.

Angel planted her feet on the mattress at Damian’s sides, then lifted her ass up, then lowered it. She repeated this over and over. She moaned with each short stroke.

“You feel so good,” Damian said. He groaned as she picked up the tempo. She felt so good he was straining not to lose all control.

“My legs are getting tired,” Angel pouted.

“Want to take a break?”

“No, I want you to take back control.”

“Gladly. I thought you’d never ask.” Damian laughed, then rolled them so Angel was beneath him. This was where he’d wanted her from the start, but he didn’t want her to tense up.

He leaned down and kissed her swollen lips, then moved down to kiss her lower lips.

Damian lined up his cock at her entrance and slowly pressed deep inside her until their wet skin touched. He rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the grip her pussy had on his shaft. She moaned as he dragged his cock in and out.

“You can go a little faster,” she said.

“Just keep telling me what you want. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Damian picked up the pace of his strokes. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to control his release. He’d been waiting for this day for weeks and now, it was taking every bit of willpower to be able to perform like he’d imagined.

He moved his fingers to her swollen bud and rubbed in small circles.

“Ahh,” Angel moaned. “I like that.”

Damian shortened his strokes, but went even faster as his thumb speed on her clit increased.

“Damn! Damn! Oh, Damian!” she cried out. He felt her walls tighten around him and knew she’d fallen over the edge of bliss. Her eyes closed and her back arched up off the mattress. She grabbed a handful of the comforter. Her legs closed tighter around his hips. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, damn!” she screamed out. “Damnnn! Ittt! Fuck!” She spread her legs wide, then closed them tightly again.

“You’re mine, Angel. Forever. Nothing will ever separate us but death,” Damian said.

Damian felt his incisors elongate. It was time to claim her officially. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her neck, looking for the right spot. Once he found it, his fangs sank into her. She screamed out and writhed beneath him. Rocking her hips back and forth, up and down. She was making love to him as he held still, letting her sweet blood drip into his mouth. He licked her wounds to help them heal, then presented his neck to her for the same.

Damian moaned while continuing to feel her tight grip on him. She was so warm and wet. She felt like the softest velvet ever inside. His moans grew louder and more intense and Angel continue to moan and call out his name.

“There’ll never be another for me. You’re my one, my only, my forever love,” Angel said.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his neck back down to her mouth. Her fangs had been ready since his sank into her. She clamped down on him and slowly punctured his skin, then let them ease into him a little further. He moaned and pumped into her furiously. He was so close.

Angel kissed and licked at his puncture holes until they closed. The taste of his blood lingered in her mouth. He tasted divine.

His mouth landed on hers in a hard, you-belong-to-me kind of way, and she loved his roughness with her. His hips continued to move back and forth, stroking her walls while his pelvis put enough pressure on her clit to cause her to reach yet another orgasm.

Her hands reached up and held Damian’s in hers as he continued to stroke her. A loud howl erupted from his chest as he found his release. When he was drained, he collapsed, lying on his back beside her.

Angel rolled to her side and propped her head up, then watched her mate’s muscled chest rise and fall as his breathing slowed down. She ran her fingers down his side, stopping at his waist. He grabbed her hand and pulled her arm across his body, then wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight to him. They lay in silence for a few more minutes.

Damian had never been one to be at a loss for words before, but all he had were his thoughts at that time. He also couldn’t help but reminisce about each of his other sexual escapades and how badly he wanted to get away from the females as quickly as possible once he’d come. But he never wanted to leave Angel. He never would. The feelings he had in his heart for her were amazing and overwhelming. To just say he loved her seemed like an understatement.

This was the woman he was going to have children with, the woman he’d cherish every single moment of every single day, and he’d spend every day with her, loving her until his final breath. He wondered if it was possible to continue to love someone after death, because he was sure he would.

The thought of death and being separated from his mate left Damian feeling melancholy. He could feel the sting and burn behind his eyes, and the stabbing pain in his heart at the thought. Their life together was just beginning and that was such an awful thought. He inhaled deeply and tried to think of happier thoughts, but was interrupted by the chime from an incoming message on his phone.

“That must be Jordan saying he’s on his way back,” Damian said.

“It’s kind of early still. That would mean his date didn’t go as well as he’d hoped.”

Damian eased away from his mate to check his phone. Before he reached for it, it chimed a second time.

“Jordan said he won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. That sounds like good news to me,” Damian said with a smile.

“That is good news. He was really nervous so I’m glad it’s working out for him,” Angel said.

“And the other message was from my mother. They’d like us to join them at nine for breakfast.”

“That should be fun. I like your parents.” Angel held out her hand, signaling with her finger for Damian to come to her.

Damian set his phone back down and climbed back in bed, snuggling up to Angel, pulling her close to him then lowering his mouth to meet hers. Her hips rocked to move closer to his growing length.

“I’m fine just lying here with you, if you feel too sore,” he whispered.

“I am a little, but not enough to wave a white flag. I want you too much to say no to you.”

“I want you, and need you, my love.” Damian kissed her forehead, then slid his hand along the back of her thigh, down to her knee, lifting her leg up around his hip, making her more accessible to him. He took her mouth as she moaned.