Guardian Angel

Should we try this

I pause, my hand tangled in her hair while the other rests around her waist, pulling her so close that there’s almost nothing separating us—a breath, a whisper.

"Promise you won’t let go," I whisper softly, my breath warm against her ear, "even if hell itself tries to take you from me."

"Nothing will ever separate us. I will never walk away from you. My love for you is unwavering." I lifted her gently and laid her on the bed, positioning myself above her. In that moment, I felt a profound sense of peace and security. I craved her—every part of her. Now, I find myself lying over her, my fingers entwined in her hair, our bodies nearly touching. My voice drops to a low whisper, carrying both tenderness and urgency—a blend of promise and yearning.

"You belong to me," I murmur, almost reverently, my breath warming her skin as my lips instinctively find the sensitive spots on her neck.

"You are safe now." I showered her body with kisses, and she arched her back, our bodies connecting, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I need all of you," I said, desire lacing my words. She met my gaze, then began to kiss her way down to my chest, inching closer to my shorts. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her moans echoing in my ears. Her lips explored every sensitive spot on my skin, each touch eliciting shivers that whispered my name.

My hand slipped into the waistband of her shorts, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

"All of me,"I repeated softly, my teeth grazing her hip in a playful nip against her delicate skin. "I’m completely yours, love." She moaned my name as her lips danced across my body. "I am yours, and you are mine." Words struggled to escape her; the pleasure was overwhelming. As I slowly undressed her, nothing could compare to the feeling of me inside her. I made her completely myne—no one could take that away from me. I could sense the way her body moved beneath mine, her voice calling my name, igniting an even deeper desire within me. I freed her from her clothes, leaving her bare—exposed, vulnerable, and undeniably mine.

"Mine," I reiterated, my hand gliding lower, teasingly slow. "All of you."

"Say it."

"Say that you’re mine."

"I belong to you," I whisper into your ear, my breath catching as the sound of those words reverberates off your lips. But I refuse to lose myself in that melody just yet. The way your voice dances in the air, the warmth of your body beneath my hands... I want to savor every fleeting moment—every secret murmur—every glance shared between us.

"Once more," I urge, my tone low and almost primal, my hand gliding between your thighs. "Say it again." "Yours," you respond, your voice a soft echo as you fill me completely. A smile graces your lips as you settle beside me. I turn to face you, joy lighting up my expression. "I love you, and nothing will ever change that." I place a gentle kiss on your lips and rise to my feet. "I'm going to whip up something to eat. Are you feeling hungry?" My voice rings with cheerfulness.

I watch you—still catching your breath, still radiating warmth—as you sit up. The sunlight streams in, enveloping you like a second skin. My smile may be small, yet it is genuine.

"No," I reply softly, propping myself up slowly. "Angels don’t eat."

But then, with a tender tone, I add, "Yet I’ll sit with you… just to witness your existence."

I walk beside you—not hovering, but truly present—more real than I’ve felt in ages. "Isn’t that what love is?" I ponder aloud. "Being there… even for the quiet moments."

"I came across something interesting. Perhaps we should give it a shot," I mention as you make your way into the kitchen. I raise an eyebrow as we step into the sunlit space, its warmth cascading through the window and bathing my wings in a golden glow.

"What did you read?" I ask, my voice laced with curiosity.