His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  “Let me take you home,” he repeats. Evan doesn’t stop, his hand slides to my inner thigh controlling my breath as it becomes ragged and hard. I run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, making my need for control known.

  “I want to fuck you into oblivion… Abby.” My name is a harsh breath as he takes me back into his mouth. I can’t stop, I don’t try, but I couldn’t if I did.

  My mind is clouded, how did I get here, to this place of complete satisfaction, I am completely wanton for this man. I want him to take me right here.

  Evan’s phone beeps again and he growls in response.

  “Come on.” His demand says he needs to be alone with me and quickly. Evan picks me up, placing me on the ground, grabbing our waiting shoes. We walk hand in hand along the sidewalk to his monster.

  The park has a few people walking through, but the two in suits are the ones who catch my eye. Odd. As I take all of Evan in I realize he’s wearing a suit too and it’s perfection. I dismiss the two from my mind.

  Bright blue eyes suspend me in time, as he reaches down, pulling me to his chest, capturing my mouth with his. “You are so beautiful.” He sweeps the loose hair from my face. All of my doubts are washed away with his touch.

  Evan is holding the door open to my apartment as I enter. He picks me up and starts for the bedroom at the end of the hall. Every minute I’m with this man I become brave and take another step away from the edge of insanity. Every touch sparks life to wake inside my heart.

  “I want to feel you, I want to be inside of you giving you everything.”

  We enter the all-white bedroom that’s kissed with a few bright colors that make the room pop. Evan gently sets me on the down comforter. He stands above me, sliding the back of his hand down my face. Watching him there has the blood in my heart pounding against the walls trying to break free.

  He lays his suit jacket on the back of the sandy beige armchair, undoing his cuffs. He slowly removes each button of the white dress shirt that caresses his muscular frame and slides it off.

  I watch as his tongue sweeps across his beautiful bottom lip. I ache to be that lip, I want his tongue to sweep across my body, every inch.

  I sit up on the edge between Evan’s legs reaching for his pants, my hands lingering at the V just above his button. Evan watches with his bright blue eyes and I bite my bottom lip. My hands trail over the tight abs that are waiting for me.

  He runs his hands through my hair unclipping the pins, tossing them to the dresser.

  “Eres Bonita. You are so beautiful, Abby.”

  “Evan,” I beg. He slips my top off then my skirt, leaving me with only a white satin bra and panties.

  We lie side by side, kissing and touching with desperate need. He cups my face in his large tan hands.

  “I’m going to take you now Abby. I’m going to make you mine.” His mouth meets mine with fierce wanting.

  His hand slides to my panty line trailing it with circles. I’m anxious for him to do what he has promised. I hold my breath, needing him to just do it.

  I want him to make me his, claim me, without a doubt this very second that is exactly what I want him to do. Should I tell him that I don’t want him talking to random whores at the club or anywhere for that matter? Am I ready for that? I don’t know anything about this beautiful man and yet I love everything.

  “Abby, have you ever had a safe word?” Safe word? What the hell do I need a safe word for? “What, like for S&M or whatever they call it?” I hiss, not amused.

  Evan laughs in response while tossing his hands through his hair. When he does that I can see the absolute perfection outlined in his arms.

  “When you want me to stop in the middle of something I may be doing to you, say the safe word and I’ll stop, it actually gives you the control.”

  “Why would I want you to stop? Can’t I just say stop?” What the hell is all of this about?

  “Oh you won’t want me to stop I assure you.” He caresses my cheek, kissing the tip of my nose. “I want you to pick one, I have plans for us.”

  My body tingles in response. Hmm a safe word, well how about angel? Angels are safe for me. My sister is my angel and I may have always felt alone, but I always felt safe having her watching over me.

  “Angel,” I spit out.

  “Why angel?” His brows furrow.

  “Angels are safe, it reminds me of my guardian angel, Addyson.”

  The second I say my sister’s name Evan’s body freezes, the hand I’m holding turns ice cold, and the blue in his eyes I have always loved is hidden behind darkness.

  “Angel, ok,” he whispers, coming out of his paralyzed state.

  Evan traces his fingers up my body, barely touching my skin, leaving an electrifying sensation. He reaches for my wrist, pulling my arms above my head.

  “I’m taking what’s mine.” Evan begins tying my wrist with a piece of cool silky material.

  My stomach begins to feel nauseous, being tied up isn’t in my game plan. My control is everything and nothing that I have, I can’t give this up.

  “Evan,” I cry.

  “I’m here Abby, to protect you, pleasure you, and…and I’ve got you. Safe word.”

  The words that he says are sincere, caring, and sexy as hell. He moves in closer and I feel him breathe, his tongue sliding across my lips, gently biting my bottom lip.

  The way he touches me alerts every nerve in my body. “I’ve got you.”

  Giving this control, whatever control I do have, away, would mean starting from scratch at the edge of the cliff I have just taken two steps away from. I’m not prepared for the pain I know I will feel, as soon as he has his way with me I will crash into the oblivion alone, cold, and destroyed.

  I wriggle my hands attempting to loosen the bind, but it isn’t tight.

  “I’m not going to hurt you Abby. You will be giving me control over your body to do with as I wish, but I only wish to control your pleasure.” His hands slide softly over my needy breasts, down my flat abs meeting the edge of my white satin panties. Electricity follows to my wanting area as I wait for him to take his control.

  I want him to take it, I can’t move, I can’t fight it anymore because I want everything he wants to give me and everything he doesn’t.

  “I’m going to cover your eyes now Abby, don’t be afraid.” He lays his soft full lips on my thigh.

  Evan stands from the bed and messes with his suit pants and retrieves an item. “I’m going to place this on you now.” He slowly places a mask over my face covering my eyes, it’s a silky soft material just like what’s on my wrists. I don’t say a word. I want this, it’s different, but I trust Evan, I might have my doubts tomorrow, but tonight I am his to pleasure.

  My eyes are covered and there is nothing, just darkness. Evan is silent, I can only hear my rapid breathing and heart rate speed up as he moves around on the bed.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper into the darkness.

  “Abby, I want you to be quiet unless I ask you a question, do you understand me?” His demand is carnal.

  I’m not sure how I feel about the demand, but I’m tempted to break the rules to see or feel the punishment that he will surely be giving. I’m definitely living in the moment. I would’ve never given this control over so easily to anyone before Evan. He’s flawless with reassurance and I just can’t doubt him.

  A warm silky barrage takes over in my darkness. My thin petite body is hyperaware in this twilight. I feel him devour each cell with his large warm hands. My body tightens with apprehension, lust, and awareness. Every touch is light in the darkness.

  I have died in the darkness so many times, I have been left alone here in the very body he touches. I’m broken, weak, sad, and hanging by a thread. I want to live, and be happy; don’t I deserve it? Doesn’t everyone deserve the chance to write their own destiny?

  “Ahh…” Evan’s hands trail along my panty line as he removes them.

  “I said no talking Abby.” Hi
s voice is soft yet firm. I laugh.

  SMACK.

  My skin burns as something comes into contact with my breast. My nipple is pulsing with pain and desire. “Ouch.”

  SMACK.

  Damn it!

  “No talking Abby.” His voice is so intense.

  Warm hands slide to my flat abs stopping just under my left breast he punished for my disobedience. My breast aches for the touch I know is coming. My nipple is harder than it has ever been. I want to scream at him to touch me here, there, and everywhere. I’m startled when I hear him chuckle to himself in response to my labored breathing.

  Not cool Evan, not cool.

  “You are so ready for me Abby.” Suddenly his hand is on my wanton breast.

  “Yes.”

  SMACK.

  My breast is pulsing from the sharp pain.

  “You don’t like rules, do you Abigale?” His breath is in my ear. I know that he is waiting for my response to the lust that drips from the aching spot between my thighs.

  “No…”

  He laughs again.

  “Do you want me to touch you?”

  He’s playing bullshit games with me, he knows I want his touch. Fucking shit!

  “Say it Abby.” His tone says this is a warning to do as I’m told, like a good girl.

  “Fuck you Evan. You damn well know I want you to touch me!” I’m not as amused by this whole thing as he assumes I am.

  “Abby, if you want me to stop just say the safe word.”

  Ok, I want to say no, but I think better of it when I realize this isn’t a question. I won’t be able to take any more of this soon though. I need him to take me now.

  His lips suddenly meet mine, his tongue enters and takes over, giving me a way to touch him. I need some kind of release and this is all I’m going to get until he deems it time to untie my hands. Where is all of the pleasure he promised? His tongue tastes of mint and me.

  “I’m going to make you come now Abby.”

  Finally!

  I’m lying on my back in the middle of the bed, ready to be fucked by this exotic god. Evan swiftly pulls my thighs apart and his hot tongue lands on my pulsing clit. I want to scream, grab his hair and pull him closer. His tongue moves slowly in circles and a pulse runs through my core as I’m already getting close. Suddenly I can feel his finger rub the outside of my valley sliding my moisture to my clit.

  “You are so amazing,” he breathes.

  I’ve never been touched this way. Marco was more like a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ kind of guy and apparently I didn’t know better. I didn’t know I could feel this way. I had been getting screwed, no pun intended.

  His fingers caress me, smoothing over my folds, going deep. I can feel a tingle as he comes in contact with my g-spot.

  “Ahh.” I can’t help it, I feel it coming. “Evan…” I explode around his fingers.

  He doesn’t stop, his hot tongue on my clit continues to suck the life out of me. My orgasm goes on for several minutes draining me of all fight. I can’t move; I’m paralyzed.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you Abby,” he declares.

  I can’t say my safe word even if I wanted to. Good thing I don’t want to.

  Evan’s hardness is at my entrance now. I can hear his breathing and feel his warm breath over my mouth, but I stay very still waiting for the moment that he gives me what I crave. His cock is pulsing and ready for me, sliding against my wetness.

  He’s such a fucking tease!

  Evan suddenly thrusts himself into me.

  “Yes!” I scream.

  Maybe I want him to punish me, devour me into his mouth, and make me his with his controlling cock. Yes I want all of that.

  He thrusts one more time as I make room for the large presence entering. I’m swollen for this man. Every cell in my body is quivering with this intrusion. His hand grabs my wrist as he enters harder and faster. I want this. Oh my God I want this.

  “Abby,” he whimpers.

  One more thrust and I explode around him. My body refuses to stop, I feel it from my toes to my ears. He reaches down, grabbing my thighs, pulling them up as I thrust myself towards him wanting more. I can’t get enough, I may never get enough of this man.

  “I know you’re close Abby.” I’m not sure how he knows I’m going to explode again.

  One more thrust and I come undone everywhere.

  “Evan I-” I trap him as he explodes inside of me, slamming his mouth to mine, devouring me just as I hoped he would. He’s taking me, claiming me, like I’m his. I want to be his. No doubts are lingering and I’m sure I want to always have him.

  Chapter Seven

  Abby

  “This is so cool Addyson, I love this car!” My sister sits in the passenger seat, so beautiful in her pink posh princess dress she selected for our sixteenth birthday party.

  I wanted to wear a low cut version, but she isn’t having any of that. No, Addyson loves to shop and she says that we are princesses and we should look the part so we are both wearing the posh princess dresses tonight.

  “Oh my God I love this song.” Addyson giggles as she turns up the radio in the Red Porsche PDK.

  The black Corvette at the stoplight is revving their engine: they want to race us.

  “We can so take them!” I laugh.

  “Abby, floor it.”

  “Mom and Dad are so awesome for getting us exactly what we wanted. I love our cars, don’t you?” Addyson smiles with her pink glossed lips.

  “Oh yea so awesome! But, I’m sure that we have to get straight A’s for the rest of our lives now.”

  The black vette really wants to take our car on, they start spinning their tires and roll down their window. “Hey princess, let’s see whose car can hack it.”

  Addyson and I look to each other with grins on our faces.

  “Oh yeah Ad, we got this.” I grip my hand on the stick shift. I place the car in neutral to shift the double clutch into first gear as the light turns green. This car’s transition is smooth with no lurching. I smile knowing we’ve got this.

  I’m several feet ahead of them in the intersection.

  BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

  Bright lights, screaming. What happened Ad? Ad?

  My mouth isn’t moving. My body won’t move.

  ADDIE WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? My body is covered in something warm.

  ADDIE!

  Somebody get that stupid light out of my face. What is my head leaning against? Oh my God what happened? Addie?

  Warm tears are running down my face as I’m finally able to turn my head.

  All I hear is screaming, so much screaming. Addyson is squished against the roof of the car. We must have flipped the car.

  My ears are ringing as I realize the screaming is mine. There is blood everywhere, her pink dress is now bright red.

  “Help us! Please! God please help us!” The bright lights dim in and out as I think there are people walking in front of it. Headlights, I think it’s headlights.

  “Are you ok?” A woman asks me.

  “My sister, get me out of the seat belt so I can save her.” The woman crawls in and unhooks my seat belt. “Sweetheart you might have a neck injury you shouldn’t move, the ambulance is on their way.” She speaks calmly. I have to get Addyson out of the car!

  Sharp pains pulse through my stomach. I have to get my sister out of the car. She isn’t talking; I can’t tell if she’s breathing.

  “Addyson!” My dress is caught on something. I slide my hand to the tuft of material to pry it loose, but it won’t budge. Please, I pull with my left hand this time and I hear it tear free.

  I free my left leg from the car window and then my right as I adjust myself with my hands. I glance down and there is blood covering my hands and dress; it’s everywhere. Shit! Mommy, Daddy please I’m so sorry!

  I get free, but I am so dizzy. The lights are so bright. Strangers are running to me now screaming for me to lie down. I have to get to my sister.

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bsp; “Stop! You are so badly hurt, you have to sit down sweetheart! The ambulance will be here in just a minute. Somebody see how far away they are. Is there a doctor here?” The woman’s voice is frantic, it’s not that bad, is it?

  I slowly make my way to the passenger seat. The passenger side is completely smashed in and there isn’t enough room in the window for me to climb in because of the bent frame. Addyson isn’t moving and I can’t feel her breathing.

  I scream. “Addyson!” I have to pull her out, her seat belt is stuck, oh God I can’t get it loose. “Help me!”

  The hysterical woman and a man are there behind me asking me to move so they can help.

  Warm hands land on my arms and pull me away from the car as the passerby’s try to break her free. I can’t stop crying. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean to do this Addyson. I’m stuck here. I can’t get to you, I’m so sorry Ad, I’m so sorry.

  Tears fall as my mind gets heavier, my eyes are foggy now, and I feel heaviness take over my body.

  “Addyson I love you! Please save her.”

  The darkness is so thick now.

  “Abby! It’s just a dream, you’re safe, wake up Abby.” I hear Evan’s voice as I realize I had the nightmare of the night that broke my soul.

  My body is soaking wet with sweat, I’m shaking and my breath is ragged.

  Evan’s arms are around me, he’s trying to give me comfort. Little does he know I’ll never have comfort until the son of a bitch that hit my car that night is caught and prosecuted to the highest level of punishment the law will allow. I will never have comfort, rest or be ok until that happens.

  He touches my face with his hand and presses a kiss to my forehead. I can feel my breathing slow.

  “Abby, are you ok?” He’s so gentle.

  “I’m fine, just a bad dream,” I lie, but I don’t want to push that nightmare on anyone. When I talk about Addyson I want everyone to hear the good stuff.

  “Are you sure?” He’s running his hands through my hair now.

  I turn my head to look at him and I see concern etched on his forehead. I hate lying, but I have to.