His Angel: The Wounded Souls Series

by Leah Sharelle

  Suddenly, everyone was quiet and, I assumed, looking at me. Good.

  “Yes, it’s based off someone I know, and no, Mia, I am not telling you who. I know the sex is hot because I wrote them, and, Rainn, I wasn’t always blind, so I do know what a man’s shaft looks like. I am a human being, after all, so I know what love is, I know that I want to feel it and have it given to me,” I said firmly, a little hurt and miffed. “For years, I’ve had to put up with people saying, ‘But you’re blind,’ and I got tired of it, hence why I use a pen name. It gives me the freedom to write what I want to write and what I want for myself. Is that so bad?”

  I was on a rant, and I knew it. Maybe it was the sexual frustration from this morning fuelling me, but I was on a role, and there was no stopping me.

  “I mean, I’m all right looking, aren’t I? At seventeen, I was looking pretty good. My breasts feel a decent size, and my scales tell me I’m at a healthy weight, in fact, they said I was two kilograms underweight for my height.” I got up off the bed and paced three steps to one side then turned and paced back three steps. I kept going, the warrior woman was out, and she didn’t want to go back in.

  “Rainn, come closer and get your face close to mine,” I demanded with a full head of steam. A few seconds later, I felt Rainn’s forehead lean against mine.

  “Does my breath smell?” I asked, and then huffed out a breath at her, which brought laughter from around the room.

  “Ah, no, you’re fine,” Rainn answered in a slightly worried tone.

  I was acting nuts I had to admit, but damn it, what woman doesn’t get sex on her wedding night—or the morning after?

  “Am I repulsive? Did I change in a drastic way since I lost my sight?” I cried, tears falling down my cheeks in a wave. I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. A dam had broken.

  “Oh, honey, you are beautiful. Please, Memphis, calm down, or you will make yourself sick—and will make us cry, too,” Mia pleaded with me.

  “Then why doesn’t he want to have sex with me?”

  There were three gasps of surprise before I heard the voice that made my girlie bits tingle with fire.

  “He wants to very much. He thinks you are a beautiful woman, fucking sexy, and he loved kissing you this morning, and you definitely do not have bad breath.”

  “Creed,” I said, breathing out. It was all I could manage to say, and it was the most amazing word in the world.

  “Ladies, would you mind giving us some privacy, please. I need to speak with my wife.”

  Chapter 14

  CREED

  Mia, Stella, and Rainn were uncharacteristically quiet as they said their goodbyes to Memphis and left the room in single file. Rainn was the last to go after putting something away in the box Memphis had marked with the word Braille on it.

  My eyes were on my wife. Tears streaked her face, and she had never looked more beautiful. The door closed behind me, leaving me alone with my angel.

  I only stayed at the bike shop for a few hours, my concentration shit the entire time. All I could think about was what happened in this room and in our bed this morning. Memphis’s moans of pleasure played on a reel in my head. Over and over, I heard her desire for me and felt her soft hands in my hair as she pulled me down and deepened our kiss. I never thought I would feel that again, the spark she’d ignited in me and believed it was dead.

  “Creed?” Memphis whispered my name.

  Fuck, I loved the way she said my name. She made it sound like she cherished those five letters, turning them into a prayer.

  “I don’t like to see you cry, Angel,” I said quietly as I made my way to where she was standing near the end of our bed.

  Her small body shuddered when I traced my thumbs down her wet cheeks, wiping away her tears.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Memph. So sweet and so perfect.” My hands left her face and continued a path along the column of her slender throat, her skin so soft, so warm, and I could feel her rapid pulse under my fingertips. “Don’t ever think you aren’t anything short of amazing, Angel,” I murmured to her, tracing my thumbs along her jawline until they found her pouty lips. Kissing her this morning had been like touching heaven, and I needed another touch. When her pink tongue came out and licked at my thumb, I lost it and the control I was known for. Poof! Fucking gone.

  With her face still held between my hands, I crashed my lips to hers. It wasn’t a soft kiss, nor was there a gentle exploration or tentative caresses. I devoured her like she was my last meal on this earth. My tongue demanded entrance, and Memphis opened the gates, matching me tongue thrust for tongue thrust. I sucked her bottom lip, and she licked mine in a dance.

  Moan after moan left her throat, vibrating through me, and my dick hardened painfully with each one. Memphis trailed her hands down my stomach and around my waist, then pulled my shirt from my pants, and the minute her hands touched under the material, I felt an electric shock ripple through me all the way to my toes. My resolve to take it slow started to evaporate. The need for intimacy fuelled my next words.

  “I want this, Angel. I want you now.” I panted against her lips, our mouths wet from the frenzied kiss and our lips were swollen from the nipping and sucking. All intentions of taking things slow went completely out the window as soon as Memphis’s moans hit my ears.

  “Yes, Creed, I want this, and I need you. I need to feel you on me, in me, wanting me.”

  Memphis’s words deepened my desire, taking it to heights I had never experienced before, not even with—

  I stopped my train of thought immediately. This was Memphis and me—our moment, our shot at something special, and it wouldn’t be fair to her to bring someone else into our bed right now.

  Memphis kissed my neck, her tongue tracing a trail down until she hit the first button on my shirt.

  “Is this okay?” she asked nervously.

  I wasn’t too sure how far Memphis had gone in the bedroom. I remember she had a boy who had seemed interested and keen on her years ago, but one day, they stopped hanging around together. She never told me why, and I never asked.

  “Angel, you can do whatever you want,” I managed to say just as she started to undo my buttons one after the other until my shirt was opened, exposing my chest.

  “Give me a minute,” she whispered, and her clever fingertips went on an exploration of their own. She was seeing me, and with each trace of my muscles, it got harder and harder to breathe, harder to keep myself from ripping her clothes off and fucking her until she couldn’t feel anything but me. Instead, I gripped my fists against my legs and held the fuck on. This was her show, whatever she wanted.

  “You have gotten bigger, more muscles,” she mused almost to herself.

  I heard what she said, but I didn’t know what she meant. How would she know? Had she seen me?

  “I had just turned seventeen, and my sight was getting worse. Do you remember I had that week when it felt like it was going to be okay?”

  I remembered that horrible time. She had been having episodes of good sight for a few days, nothing brilliant but enough for her to get excited about. Lila Rose and I had called the specialist, but he told us not to get too hopeful because Memphis was going to go blind, that it was inevitable.

  “Yeah, I remember.”

  Her fingers made their way down to the waist of my pants, and her face was looking down as she spoke and unbuttoned them at the same time.

  “You were home on leave. Lila had you working in the garden all that day, making you pull down that old garden shed that Dad used to make his home-brew in.”

  Down went my zipper, and I sucked in a harsh breath when her hand brushed against my hard as fuck cock, the material of my boxers doing nothing to stop the feel of her hand.

  “You had been out there for so long, and you said you wanted to take a shower. I was in my room, sitting at the window, looking down at what was going on. Lila wanted me to rest and sleep, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to miss a single thing. I knew
blindness was my future, so I decided to soak up every memory. I watched you that day for hours.” Memphis leaned forward and kissed my flat nipple, then her tongue flicked over it once, twice, and with the third time, she sucked it between her lips.

  I moaned low and deep while praying for patience. And I would have got it if not for the next thing she did.

  “You used the bathroom across from my room instead of your ensuite, and I guess you were in a hurry.” She kept telling her story in a low, husky voice as she took my cock out of the split in my boxers, and fuck me, she gripped him like a seasoned pro. With a gentle hand, she pumped me from root to tip.

  “I watched as you undressed, and each ripple of your muscles as you removed your clothes I ingrained into my memory. But when you took off your pants and I saw you didn’t have on any underwear.”

  Another pump and I could see the pre-cum at the slit of my cock, then it disappeared as Memphis used it for lubrication. So fucking hot. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life, seeing her hand slick with my pre-cum. My eyes rolled back in my head as I tried to focus on her story. But fuck me, her hand wrapped around my dick felt phenomenal.

  I had to know. “What did you think?” I found myself asking.

  Memphis pushed my pants down past my backside with one hand while the other never let go of my cock. She kept talking as her hand on my butt caressed me. I never wanted her to stop.

  “I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You weren’t hard like you are now, but it was so long and thick. That night, I had my first sexual dream. It might not have been right watching you, invading your privacy, with you being my sister’s husband, but—” Suddenly, she stopped moving her hand but still held onto my cock, her face turning to look at me.

  “I couldn’t feel anything but elation. You were my last vision, the last beautiful thing I ever saw. I woke up the next morning in darkness. I was so grateful for that day. All I did was watch you as you smiled and laughed, and I put it all to memory. It was the best gift I was ever given.”

  Her declaration humbled me. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t put the words together. I remembered that morning. Lila Rose and I had slept late, enjoying being together before I had to deploy again. We had gone down to the kitchen to find Memphis at the kitchen table. She never looked at us when we walked in, nor gave us her usual cheerful greeting. She just smiled sadly and told us her sight was gone. Just like that. No tears or tantrums, just a sad smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

  “I know I can never replace Lila or expect you to feel anywhere close to how you felt and still feel about her. I’m just asking for a chance that maybe you can feel something for me, too,” she pleaded.

  I took her face in my hands. Goddamn, she was beautiful with the cute freckles that sprinkled across her nose, her lips’ natural sexual pout, and her smooth alabaster skin. The realisation that her heart was in my hands hit me like a sledgehammer. This wasn’t only about me. Memphis sacrificed her life, too, left the only home she knew and the comfortable environment she’d made for herself. Time for overthinking everything had to stop—now.

  I looked, really looked, at my wife. The tears had dried, desire replacing the sadness, desire for me, and just like that, I made my decision.

  “I do, Angel. I do feel something,” I replied truthfully. And I did, things I had no right feeling but still wanted them, needed them like I needed blood in my body.

  “Then no more talking. I want more of what happened this morning.”

  I groaned low in my throat as my dick grew impossibly harder in her soft hand.

  Without another thought, I lowered my head and took her lips in a slow deep and wet kiss. Those pouty lips opened for me, and thrusting my tongue into her warm mouth, I found hers. God, yes. Over and over, our tongues touched, our lips moving in perfect sync like we had done this very thing with each other countless times instead of just once. My shirt fell off my shoulders as Memphis wrapped her arms around me. Her fingers sifted through my short hair, each brush of her fingers on the nape of my neck sent shivers across my skin.

  Without breaking our kiss, I took care of the zip located at the front of the pretty blue dress Memphis had on. She preferred zips over buttons since they were easier for her. Once, she buttoned a dress incorrectly, and her parents hadn’t bothered to tell her before she left the house for an outing. Lila Rose hadn’t been around to fix it, and I was deployed at the time. A few of the local high school kids had made fun of her. When I called that night to talk to Lila Rose, Memphis got on the phone angry as hell that it happened, and Memphis mad was a sight to behold. She ranted for a good fifteen minutes before I mentioned that zips might be a better option for her. She stopped crying instantly and laughed instead. Lila Rose had told me weeks later that Memphis changed ninety percent of her wardrobe after that. It was one thing that endeared Memphis to me, her ability to adapt and overcome. Her strength was humbling.

  In seconds, the dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing before me in just a pair of ivory lace panties, a tiny scrap of lace that sat low on her hips barely covering her feminine mound. My eyes closed, and I inhaled deeply. I hesitated as nervousness like I had never experienced fluttered inside me. It had been five long years since a woman stood in front of me naked and since I’d made love. Lila Rose was my first and only woman, and here I stood with a woman willing, trusting, begging me to be with her. Fuck me, I was nervous. It had been so long—what if I forgot how to do it? Oh shit! What if I blew my load before I gave Memphis any pleasure? The very thought of that had sweat beading on my forehead. I looked at Memphis and saw her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, which was her tell that she was worried about something. Of course, she is worried, you wanker. She is standing naked in front of you with your hard cock in her hand, and you aren’t doing a bloody thing!

  “You are so fucking sexy, Memph,” I said with a rasp in my voice as my hands went to the minuscule material covering the place I needed to be. Slowly, I pushed the lace down over her sweet bottom, taking a second to palm the plump globes while deliberately letting my fingers graze down the middle, and the moan she let out went straight to my balls.

  “Make love to me, Creed, please,” Memphis said, and all my nerves left. My wife was begging me to make love to her, and that was what I was going to do.

  “Hold on, Angel,” I growled, then picked her up, my arms banding under her perfect arse, and I brought her mouth level with mine.

  “Kiss me, Memphis,” I whispered, but I need not have bothered as her lips were on mine before the last word was said. She took control of the kiss, and the little mewling sounds she made as her lips devoured mine was such a turn on. Without breaking the kiss, I stepped out of my pants that had fallen around my feet, having already toed off my boots. I then walked us the few steps to the bed.

  “Wrap those sexy legs around my waist,” I demanded against her lips.

  She did, and instantly, I felt the heat from her pussy against my stomach. She was wet already just from some heavy kisses.

  “Have you done this before, Angel?”

  Memphis was twenty-six years old, so she had to have been with a man, right? Her kisses were fucking magical, which meant she had to have been with a man before.

  She groaned against my mouth, and it wasn’t a turned on one.

  “Sort of. Please, Creed, let’s not talk now.”

  Sort of? An explanation would definitely be coming soon, but she was right. Not now.

  I sat down with Memphis in my arms still, her legs on either side of my thighs, her pussy now flush against my cock. All I needed to do was lift her up and …

  Suddenly, she lifted her arse slightly, then took my throbbing cock in her hand and guided herself over me. The heat was immediate as she slowly lowered herself down, and I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming. She was so fucking tight, so hot and slick. Her wetness helped, but fuck, she was tight. I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought h
er body hard against mine, her soft breasts flat against my hard chest. I surged up at the same time as I pulled her down onto me, and I filled her tightness. Memphis stiffened, and a harsh gasp erupted from her.

  Jesus fucking Christ! I stopped my hips from moving and held myself still.

  “Memphis?” Holy shit, she was a virgin.

  “It’s done now, baby, and you feel so good inside me,” she said with a sigh. A beautiful pink flush covered her cheeks, and her eyes were closed. My wife, my beautiful wife, just humbled me with a gift I would cherish forever.

  “Are you okay? Can I move?” I really wanted—no, needed to move. Her inner muscles were clenching around me, and I really fucking needed to move before she made me come just from her muscles.

  “Yes. Move, Creed. Make love to me,” she cried out.

  Hearing her say make love turned me on more than I thought it could especially with the husky voice and the desperate need behind the request. Right then, I made a vow I would never fuck or screw Memphis, I was going to make love to her. My angel deserved nothing but that.

  Tightening my arms around her, I pushed up and started to make love to her. My mouth left hers, and I kissed all over her face and down her neck until my mouth latched onto one nipple. I dragged my tongue over the pretty pink peak once, then twice before sucking it into my mouth.

  “Oh, Creed, yes, yes,” Memphis cried out, her hands scratching down my back, lost in her desire, and I loved it.

  Letting go of my prize with a pop, I turned my attention to the other nipple, which was already hard and waiting for the same attention.

  All the while I pushed up into her lazily, Memphis pushed down and ground her clit against me each time. Our rhythm was slow, and no matter how much I craved to pick up the pace and slam up into her, I let her dictate. She was in charge, and I was just the lucky bastard along for the ride.

  “Creed, I need … Creed, please.” Her movements became erratic as her eyes shot open, and at that moment, I wished for the first time since that horrible morning when her sight finally left her that she could see. See us at this very moment, to see the beauty we were making. I held her tight and stood up. Not breaking our connection, I turned and placed her on the bed, going down with her.