Bonus Shackled Angel
A rumbling comes from the sea, but I can barely hear it as Reyes owns me. His wings trap me, keep me in place as Reyes uses my body for his own pleasure. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll take it all. I’m broken, just like Reyes, but in different ways. But he holds me together, and I am his glue. Together, we are whole.
Coming on this honeymoon has been the best decision of my life. I have never felt more loved, seen, or wanted until we got to this little island. I never want to leave this place.
“Mierda,” Reyes hisses as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Fuck indeed, because he feels so good. “I want to paint your insides with my cum, while every inch of my skin is covered in your essence.” Suddenly, he pulls out, throws me on the couch on my back, and gets between my legs. “I want to taste you.”
“Be my guest,” I invite him.
He grins before the tip of his tongue teases my ass. “I can’t get enough of your taste,” he groans and kisses my pussy. “You taste like sin and depravity yet so divine.”
Thank you?
“What about the other pussies you ate before?” I should not ask that, but I’ve always been curious.
Reyes lifts his head, his beautiful green eyes narrowed to a slit. “Your pussy is the only one I got on my knees for and worshipped .”
Wait.
What?
I blink, not expecting that reply from him.
His mouth returns to my pussy, his tongue licking my clit with so much skill it makes me wonder how did he learn how to eat pussies if he never did it before me?
His hands go to my tits, his fingers playing with my piercings. Shivers run down my spine. His mouth is wickedly perfect.
It doesn’t take long for me to come.
“Delicious, as always,” Reyes says and kisses my pussy one last time before sliding back inside me, his cock filling me exquisitely.
Somehow, I manage to undo my cuffs, and I press my palm to his cheek. “Te amo, cariño.”
Reyes stills. “You never called me darling before. I…like it.”
“Cariño mio.”
He is more than my darling. He is my love, my husband, my protector.
A smile appears on his face. His hips start to move, gently rocking me back and forth. “Yo tambien te amo.”
I love you, too.
My hand slides to his chest. I might not understand everything about him, but I know his feelings are genuine.
He gazes at me as he fucks me. His green eyes sparkle. “Is this how true happiness feels?” he asks.
My heart quivers. I’m not the only one who’s drunk on happiness. “Si, cariño.”
Our lips meet, and we kiss.
Reyes and I have seen each other before. It wasn’t our time back then, but maybe the Universe was preparing us for our future life together. We both had shitty childhoods. Mine looks mild compared to what he’d been through. But my experiences allow me to understand Reyes and accept him as he is, a psychopath and all.
Maybe Alekos is right, and soulmates do exist. After all, I am a hellstar to three assholes.
“Eres mía para siempre,” he says against my lips.
“Tuya,” I agree. “Yours forever.”
Reyes has never been this…loving, this gentle with me. Everything I have endured at their hands was worth it to experience this moment. Maybe it is the storm or the island or everything that has happened between us, but our love for each other is explosive, all-consuming, strong, and stubborn, yet gentle like a summer breeze.
Another thunder strike sounds somewhere in the distance, but all I can focus on is Reyes and our bodies, united just like our souls.
His hand wraps around my throat, and he squeezes me hard as his hips rock savagely against mine. My vision turns blurry, but I’m not scared. Not of Reyes.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I scream, and my pussy grips Reyes’ cock viciously. Sweet words, both in English and Spanish, are whispered into my ear.
Would Reyes have been this sweet always if not for his hellish childhood? I might never know, but it doesn’t matter as he is perfect as he is.
Suddenly he pulls out, quickly straddles my chest, and cums all over my face. “Joder,” he swears as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. “Fuck!” he repeats as I take him into my mouth and lick him clean.
One shower later, the storm is finally over.
Reyes and I lay in bed. One of his hands is buried in my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, while the other lies on my stomach. He listens to me as I read *The Mysterious Island*. His head rests on my shoulder, and one of his wings is draped over us. He looks so peaceful as I read him my favorite book.
The baby kicks, and Reyes snatches his hand away. I grab his wrist and bring his palm back to my stomach. I know his biggest fear, so I say, “Our daughter will be perfect, and you are going to be the best dad in the world. And I will love her with all my heart—just like I love you.”
He looks at me, his eyes shining again. Are those…tears in his gaze?
The baby keeps kicking, and Reyes kisses my belly. “I love you so much it seems unreal. I’ll protect you until the day I die,” he says to our baby.
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