Page 42 of Angel’s Claim

For a moment, he just looks at me.

I want to cover myself. Want to hide. Because I'm curvy and soft and nothing like the women Chase used to look at on Instagram when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

But Angel looks at me like I'm perfect.

"Beautiful," he says again, and then his mouth is on my breast.

I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair as he sucks and licks and teases. He gives equal attention to both breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, his mouth driving me absolutely insane.

By the time he pulls back, I'm panting.

"Angel," I manage. "Please…."

"Please what?" He kisses a path down my stomach, and oh God, I know where he's going.

"I need—"

"What do you need, baby?"

Baby. He called me baby, and I think I might die.

"You," I whisper. "I need you."

He kisses lower. His mouth reaches the waistband of my panties, and he looks up at me from between my thighs.

"Can I take these off?"

"Yes."

He hooks his fingers in the fabric and pulls them down slowly, watching my face the entire time. When they're off, he tosses them aside and settles between my legs.

I've never felt more exposed in my life.

But the way he's looking at me, like I'm a feast and he's starving, makes me feel powerful instead of vulnerable.

"Spread your legs for me," he says.

I do, and his eyes go dark.

"Fuck, you're soaked."

I am. I'm so wet it's embarrassing, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he looks pleased. He kisses my inner thigh, soft, teasing kisses that make me squirm. Then the other thigh. Then higher.

"Angel…"

"Patience," he murmurs against my skin.

He kisses everywhere except where I need him most. My thighs. My hip bones. The crease where my leg meets my body.

I'm about to beg when his mouth finally, finally closes over my clit. I cry out, my hips jerking off the bed, but his hands press down on my thighs, holding me in place.

"Stay still," he says against me. "Let me taste you."

And then he's devouring me.

His tongue circles my clit, and he sucks gently, then harder when I moan. He licks from my entrance to my clit and back again, and I'm making sounds I've never made before: high, desperate and completely shameless.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you."