Angel’s POV

We moaned affectionately, my fingers tangled in his semi wet hair, his hands moving every single width of my skin gripping, touching sensually, and caressing. Seconds flowed into minutes our wanton need overrode our sense of responsibility. I needed him to touch me, cater to the burning need in my legs, and soothe the madness in my blood.

Does he feel the itch like I do? The silent but festering sting inside of my heart.

“I love you so much Angel I love you with my entire heart.” He moans into my mouth as he slowly moves down my neck peppering kisses along the shoulder blade of my...