CHAPTER 8: ANGEL'S DESIRE

MICHAEL

A kiss was all she asked for, but damn, she wanted more.

Her body fit perfectly in my arms. Hell, her waist was so good to hold. I'd love to hold it while guiding her as she rode me.

"Oh, Mike..." she whimpered as I sipped at the skin of her neck.

She smelled so good, and the soft noises she made sounded like thousands of angels singing in my ears, as if the gates of heaven were beginning to open.

"Do you really want this?" I asked, seeking assurance.

I never asked the women I bed if they were sure about what would happen next. They were always the ones to initiate the battle in bed. But right now, what has gotten into me?

There's nothing sweet about me. I kiss rough, I fuck hard.

"Yes," she breathed.

Running my fingers through her yellow hair, I lightly tugged it to gain better access to her neck, savoring the growing fetish I had for her.

Damn, I wanted to leave marks on every inch of her skin. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to have her.

Setting her on the counter, our eyes