Angel's POV
The feel of his lips to mine tasted of heaven. It took every self control not to melt in his arms because he was killing me slowly. He begged for wider access and I obliged letting him taste my mouth and when he gave I received and I returned the kiss he took. My fingers travelled over his naked body feeling up the hotness. I purred when I felt his hot torso. His hands slowly worked under my gown, and felt my wet mound; aching and quivering.
Dying to be touched by his powerful and skilled hands.
His lips traveled down my chin to my neck peppering hot kisses and placing his hickeys across to whoever sees it will know whom I belong to. Not for long an inner voice chips but whatever. Salvatore has made it clear for as long as the contract is valid I belong to him and no
