Chapter 48

**Angela's POV**

“I never wanted to leave.” My voice cracked and his lips crashed on mine in understanding and relief.

He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on mine while he spoke into my lips, “Please don’t ever push me away, I am not going anywhere.”’

“And what about love, Brad? What if you find it?” I questioned and he tensed.

“Love is a fantasy Angela. I could never love anyone the way they would expect, I have never offered that to anyone and I can’t even offer it to you. I hope you understand that I can’t give that.”

My heart slowly sank. At least I had him. That would have to be enough.

I pressed my lips to his once more and he indulged me, allowing me to lead in a slow, heating rhythm. I pulled away slightly so that I could speak to him, the sound of blood rushing to my heart laid siege to my ear drums, partially drowning out my words.

“I never thanked you for the dress.”

He smiled and fingered the fabric. “No need, it was purely selfish, I loved looking at you in it. But now I shall truly love for it to be off.” His voice grew husky and it was then I registered the feel of his growing erection against my stomach.

His hand slid from my cheek to the nape of my neck and he pulled my lips against his in a lustful demand. He ravished and I was soon matching him. His thumb rubbed circles on my neck and I gasped, my mouth open to further invasion. He plunged his tongue and soon I was trapped in a world of sheer pleasure.

My knees quaked and my arms that had made its way to his neck loosened its grip. It’s was as if my entire body had no function but to just feel.

Brad’s lips trailed from my lips to my jaw where he mimicked the movement of his lips when they were against mine. I sucked in a breath and prayed that it was enough for my oxygen starved body.

I ran my fingers along his chest and heard a growl. I pushed his jacket of his shoulders and set myself in removing his shirt. I was fumbling so terribly that he raised a hand to the spot in question and helped me until that too lay on the floor. He tugged me with him as he carried us closer to the bed.

He pulled out of our embrace and sat at the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. I was still standing and had to blink several times to let reality sink in. My breath caught at the sight of him, I would never be immune to the strength he embraced. His eyes found mine and he smiled.

“Take off the dress.” He commanded in a low growl. I stared at him boldly.

“Why don’t you do it?” I invited and he groaned.

“I would, but my impatience will result in my ruining it.” He confessed and I understood. This was the first gift he gave me, I didn’t want it destroyed.

“Then unzip me.” I demanded and the corner of his lips quirked in a smile and he nodded for me to come closer. Before I kicked off my shoe and once a few inches away from him, I turned my back to him and knelt on the floor in front of him.

His fingers found the zip and he pulled it down slightly exposing a bit of my skin. It was undone enough for the dress to slide down my shoulders. His both hands gripped my shoulders and he lowered his lips to trail kisses from the base of my ear all the way to my shoulder where he then let his teeth graze against my skin in a tantalizing friction. He let his hands move to rest flatly against my back and he moved downward, lowering the zip as he did so.

His hands searching and learning every curve of my body. He unclipped my bra as he trailed and soon enough I was on my feet, letting the fabrics drop slowly down my body. His eyes trailed every patch of revealed flesh.

I saw him suck in a breath and held out his hand to me. I took him it and he pulled me onto the bed. I rolled beneath him and his mouth covered the sensitised flesh of my breasts while his hand moved to the other. His free hand trailed my bare body until he reached the fabric of my underwear, he laced in fingers in them and pushed it down. I moved my legs for it to slide off.

Then his fingers were inside me, probing and exploring.

I bent my neck skyward, my fingers digging into his shoulders. My body was aching in response to the sensations over powering me.


I moved my hands to his trousers and started to remove it. He uncovered me and stood to remove the material, until he was standing in all his glory in front of me. He came back to the bed and pulled me atop him. His hands at my hips and my hands on his chest.

“I don’t think I can—.” I suddenly felt subconscious.

“I want you like this Angela.” He responded and I nodded.

“It’s alright. I will guide you.” He promised and I slowly sank down onto him, sparks flaring up and shaking my grip on sanity. I began a slow rhythm, revelling in the power I felt by such a position.

Brad’s grip tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my flesh as I straddled him. I felt his control slipping as I continued with my easy pace, he sank his head back into the bed and growled.

I continued to marvel at the fire licking through me at every stroke I made until I felt myself convulse. I paused and gasped. Brad took the opportunity to roll me beneath him as he quickened the pace. I experienced convulsion after convulsion and I spiralled higher with each burst of pleasure.

“That’s it, come for me, Angela.” He growled and that did it. I shattered in an earth quaking climax. Brad found his own seconds after me and he slumped against me.

I hadn’t noticed I had closed my eyes and after what felt like a lifetime I eased them open to find Brad openly watching me.

“Your expression is so fulfilling.” He muttered as he laid one soft kiss on my forehead and rolled on his back. He pulled me into his arms and pretty soon I heard his breathing change and knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes and dozed off to the steady rhythm of his heart.

I awoke to sound of angels heralding the call of my name. I eased my eye lids back and saw Brad standing at the edge of the bed. I looked at him and groaned. I pulled the covers over my head and muttered lazily.

“Go away.”

“Not a chance.” He sounded amused. But it was not funny! We awoke around three times during the course of the night to indulge and now I was too spent. My body ached deliciously and I just wanted to lie here.

I felt the covers yanked from me until I lay bare on the bed, I immediately used my hands to attempt to cover up. Brad laughed and I glared at him.

“Don’t hide from me.” He commanded but I was too embarrassed to remove my hands. He sank down on the bed and pulled my hands gently away, I saw him suck in a breath and his eyes glowed dark with longing. And now even I wanted him to come back to bed with me.

He quickly moved and stood on the floor. “Don’t look at me like that, or else you’ll spoil the surprise.” He closed his eyes for a second and once he gained his composure he held out a hand to me. I stood and he handed me his shirt.

I looked at it questioningly. “I have clothes, I live here, remember?” I joked.

“I will never forget, but I want to see you in my shirt. I have a feeling you will wear it better than me.” His eyes glowed dangerously, I decided to take it. I shrugged it on and he helped me do the buttons.

He carried me downstairs and led me to the kitchen where breakfast was neatly laid out. I looked at him in amazement.

“You can cook?” I asked disbelievingly. He chuckled.

“When are you going to learn that I do everything perfectly?” He grinned, obviously proud of his skill.

“I can see you have not yet fully awakened. It’s not good to live in one’s dream.” I teased as he sat us down on the table.

“It would make sense; all the happy dreams involve you.” He replied seriously and I grew and an appetite for much more than food.