I rest my forehead on hers until my breathing calms, then brush away the strands of her damp hair plastered to her face and begin peppering kisses all over.
Before I kiss her lips, I pull back and look into her eyes, combing my fingers through her hair. “Are you okay, Angel?”
She swallows as she nods, but I push myself back onto my knees to see for myself. With a full view, I’m able to see the damage. She has bruises all along her neck and tits from my mouth and along her thighs from my fingers. The bite mark I left on her shoulder has started to swell, and there are small droplets of blood where I broke skin. I make a mental note to dress that wound, then bring my attention down to where we are still joined.
There isso much blood. I was expecting,well hoping,thatthere would be some, but this is excessive. I want to stay joined to her for eternity, but I need to make sure she isn’t seriously hurt.
As I slowly pull my still semi-hard dick out, I feel every piercing tug out of her tight little hole, and from the way her body jumps a little each time, she does too. She inhales with a pain-laced squeak when I’m finally all the way out, and the look in her eyes tells me she’s just as devastated from the lack of connection as I am.
“I’m just going to make sure everything looks alright, okay?” I say quietly.
There’s so much blood that I can’t get a good look, and I don’t want to lick it off until I’m sure she doesn’t have any open wounds. I reach down and tear a piece of cloth from the white dress that started the series of events leading up to this and gently wipe her pussy.
She’s swollen and red, but no bruises are forming, and I don’t see any tears. I let out a sigh of relief before moving my head between her thighs to clean the rest of the blood.
When she props up on her forearms to look down at me, creamy pink cum starts dripping out of her pussy, and I can’t help myself. I lick from the bottom of her opening, gently shoving my tongue inside her to scoop out as much of our combined juices as I can.
“Jesus baby, your bloody cum mixed with mine is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted,” I say, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a kiss. I twirl my tongue around in her mouth, and she moans when the taste hits hers.
“You’re mine, Sloane. Do you understand me?Fucking mine.”
“I am.” She nods. “But…does that mean you’re mine too?”
“I’ve been yours from the first day I saw you. Everything that I am belongs to you.” I take her hand and kiss it before moving it to my once again hard dick.
“This is yours,” I say as I wrap her hands around my shaft. She squeezes hard enough for me to let out an involuntary growl. “I will never even think about another woman for the rest of my life. You’ve erased the memory of any woman from my brain. In fact, humanity as a species no longer exists. There is only you.”
I move her hand to my chest and flatten it over my heart. “But more importantly, Angel,thisis yours. I’ve never given my heart to anyone. I’ve never loved anyone romantically. But I love you so fiercely it burns. My heart aches every time I’m away from you.”
Sloane sucks in a long breath, blinking in disbelief before she hones in on my eyes, searching for a lie in what I’ve told her. “I…I think I love you too, Ledger.”
She brings her other hand to my chest as I reach behind her neck and pull her in for a kiss. What begins as slow and tender quickly becomes feverish. When she bites my bottom lip, I have to stop myself from laying her down and thrusting into her again.
“You have ten seconds to get dressed before we start round two,” I say as I pull our bodies away from each other.
I watch her scurry over to her discarded clothes and begin putting her bra and panties on. I almost stop her from wearing the white thong home, but I decide I’d rather her leak that beautiful pink concoction of our cum and her blood on it until we get home and I can stash it away in a shadow box.
I look down to pull on my boxers when I notice the bloody handprint over my heart.I need that forever.The wheels in my brain start turning, and it takes me no time to decide I’m going to get that tattooed right where it sits over my heart, on the only patch of skin I’ve left blank. God, if I wasn’t already convinced the universe made us for each other, this would do it. I snap a picture just in case any of it rubs off on the way home, then send an urgent message to my tattoo artist to come over later tonight before putting on the rest of my clothes. Luckily, the blueprint for my soon-to-be-favorite tattoo is dry, so hopefully it’ll stay put for a couple of hours.
“I guess I’m not wearing this.”
Looking up, I see Sloane holding the ripped white dress she was supposed to be wearing in this damn play. I take the dress from her and pocket the ripped piece that’s stained with her virgin blood. “No, Angel, you were never goingto be wearing that.”
I add “lead angel” to the list of missing costumes and send the text to my mom before picking up Sloane bridal style and carrying her to the car.
“Let’s go home.”
With our fingers intertwined, we bask in the afterglow of our first time together as we listen to the radio. “Where are we going?” she asks as soon as we turn on the interstate headed toourhouse.
I give her hand a squeeze. “Home, baby. We’re going home.”
Her brows are pinched together as she turns her head to look at me. “This is definitely not the way to my apartment.”
“I didn’t say we were going to your apartment. I said we were going home.” I lean over to kiss her head. Keeping my eyes on the road should be an Olympic sport with this goddess in the car next to me.
“I don't have any of my things! I don’t mind going to your house, but I would at least like my toothbrush.”
I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it softly. “You’ll have everything you need. And it’sourhouse. Not my house.Ours.”
