man who was trying to swallow me whole. Oh, the wonderful sensation of drowning, and flying, and falling, all at the same time. His hips surged and pumped and thrust, taking me to places I had never known.
I was overwhelmed and at peace.
I was soaring and crashing.
I was delighted and emotional.
I was fulfilled, and I was drained.
I was with my Angel of Death… who brought me back to life.
I woke to wet heat between my legs. I was naked and on my back, my thighs spread wide. Broad shoulders and a head full of dark hair was what I could see in the dark, but what I felt was Angel’s mouth. My core quickly began to thrum. Silently, it begged for him to never stop the delicious attack. Then, a powerful thumb swiped at the most sensitive part of my body that I didn’t even know I had.
A needy groan climbed up my throat.
A chuckle vibrated against my channel, right before I felt another swipe.
It almost felt like I was bearing down, holding my breath, as Angel gave that spot more attention with his thumb or tongue.
I begged, “Please, please, please. I-I don’t know what you are doing, but please don’t stop.”
“After tasting you, stopping is never going to happen.”
Then his mouth latched on and owned my core. My whole body began to tremble, frantically, to the point I started to become alarmed, but then I went blind.
A scream ripped from my throat as my body exploded into so many colors.
Angel never stopped. He sank fingers inside me and had his mouth torturing me with heaven on his tongue.
When I started convulsing, he finally eased his spell on me.
With my body completely spent, there was no fight in me as he crawled up the bed and pulled my back to his stomach, curling his heated body around mine. My eyes were already drifting shut as he whispered in my ear, “I thought you would like to try another set of wings that you have had hidden.”
I think I nodded, but I’m not sure. My body had never been so sated. So jellified. I was so relaxed, I slept deeper than ever before.
By morning, I awoke to a knock at Angel’s bedroom door. He pulled a sheet over me as Sal entered—without permission—holding a tray of food, coffee, and orange juice. It smelled so good that my stomach started to rumble. By the time Sal was standing at my side of the bed, my eyes found the strength to drift open.
One look and Sal started laughing! “Wow! I see my man took very good care of his Italian woman.”
On my side, I couldn’t move. Still spent, I just laid there, smiling. “He is better than your chocolate ice-cream.”
At my back, a warm chest rumbled.
Sal teased, “But still doesn’t taste as good as my wine kiss, right?” He jerked backward as a large arm flew over me and swatted. “Hey! Don’t make me spill the coffee on the silk!”
Angel laughed, pulling my lazy body impossibly closer to him. “Put the tray down and get the fuck out.”
Sal set it on the nightstand. “Can I at least get a thank you?” He winked at me before walking back around the bed toward the door. “I’ve been trying to get her to gain weight, and now you’re burning more of her calories than I can get into her.”
My chest boomed with adoration as I realized the man had been cooking nonstop, not only because he loved food as much as me, but because I was far too skinny to be healthy.
The girl without hands had gone from horrific abuse to an abundance of love.
Maybe fairytales can truly exist.
Three months later…
Staring at the mountains, now full of snow, I was reminded of the cold of the basement, even though I was warm. Why? The answer laid in the impossible. How can you love someone in such a short amount of time? How can you find peace in a stranger whose soul now speaks to yours? That’s what it was like to have Angel in my life.
I was petting my tiny little Yorkshire dog, who I had named Bella after my mother, when Angel’s stern voice asked, “You are packed and ready, correct?”
I will miss you, mountains. The time had come for me to fly to the country that I would soon call home. “I am.”
Angel exhaled. “Please stop being angry with me.”
I faced him, shivering but not from the cold. Angel had yet to put