His statement rippled through my past, changing my perspective from the unwanted advance of an immature teenager to something else entirely, I just couldn't put a word to it yet.

He had wanted me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, finding it mind blowing.

"You were sixteen Kira. I was eighteen." He brushed it off. "I wasn't going to mess with someone too young to understand the difference between love and lust."

His words hurt me, again it felt like he was shining a light on my naivety. But his words eased the pain of being rejected because at the time I had believed he hadn't found me attractive. The experience had dented my confidence which had never completely recovered.

"So that's why you never slept with me? You were scared I was going to fall in love with you." I understood his reasoning, even if it hurt just as much as he had the day it happened.

At sixteen I had been naive to believe he would love me. Boy had I been wrong. Even now, I didn't believe he was capable of loving anyone. He cared, he protected but he didn't love. It was who he was. I didn't know why he was like that.

"But now I'm going to be your wife," I murmured. There wasn't a bigger commitment than that but he still didn't love me. I made a point of moving closer to reach out and touch the neckline of his shirt with a finger and trail it down his chest to his waist.

Only moments ago I had really hated him and now I only felt the heat between us. The way his eyes dropped to my finger before they lifted to mine.

"At least now I know the difference between sex and love," I said, determined to show I could use him purely in a sexual and need nothing else from him.

I had heard angry sex was the most intense and I wanted to try it out.

"You do," he whispered as I neared him. My lips a breath away from his.

"I want..." I licked my lips.

"What do you want?" His voice deep and I was transfixed.

"I want you to fuck me." I wanted to be sure he knew exactly what this was going to be. It was purely physical without emotions or feelings. And after I would be the one to walk away.

I was mature enough to deal with him now and keep him at arms length when it came to feeling anything for him. After everything that had happened I was still angry but I wanted him a way I had never felt before. It was impossible to resist.

I moved to straddle him, his hands went to my waist. My hands went to his chest. I was in control, it was something new but I loved the power I held over him. His eyes fixed on my lips.

I allowed my lips to brush his softly. His hands tightened on me. My hands rested on his shoulders as I brushed his lips with mine again, enjoying the role of the instigator while he seemed to sit back and allow me to take the lead.

As I pulled away our eyes met. I wanted him. This time when I kissed him, I deepened the kiss. Tasting him.

Heat pooled between my legs and I moved my hips slightly feeling his arousal grow. It was like a game of seduction. My mouth worked against his while our bodies grew heated. I groaned slightly against his lips. All I could think of at that moment was him deep inside me.

It was then I thought momentarily to what it would have been like to sleep with him when I had propositioned him at the age of sixteen. There was no doubt he would have rocked my world then like he had now.

He knew his way around a woman's body. I didn't want to think about all the woman before me, like the blonde I had seen him meet up with. All I wanted to do was concentrate on how he made me feel, and how my body burned for him.

I lifted my shirt and discarded it. His one hand lifted from my waist to cup one breast gently before squeezing my nipple with his fingers. I closed my eyes and rode out the sensation.

He shifted me to lay me down in the bed and he took a sensitive tip into his mouth and gently sucked. My hands raked into his hair, loving the way the sensation ripples through me. Then he moved to do the same with the other sensitive tip. Each time, causing the same sensation, intensifying the ache between my legs. He moved to slide my sleep shorts from my hips before removing them completely.

I watched as I removed his boxers. He reached for a condom and slid it down his hard length. I bit my bottom lip gently as I anticipated him filling me. I wanted him so bad.

"Come here," he instructed and I followed his command.

I straddled him, allowing my mouth to fuse with his. His arms wrapped around me, my arms curling around his neck. Our bodies lined up in the most intimate way, his tip against my heat.

Agonizingly slow, I sank down into him. Him filling me up inch by inch. He released his hold slowly. Our eyes meeting. My hands went to his shoulders as his entire length filled me.

He allowed me to take control, setting the pace at which I lifted and sank onto him. His hands pressing into my hips. I loved to watched the control I could exert over him with the use of my body. The way his eyes glazed over each time I joined our bodies. His tongue swept against mine, my breasts crushed against his chest as his hands lifted to hug me close.

All I could concentrate on was the sensation each thrust of him into my body rippled through me. Each time, needing it harder, needing it faster.

I increased the tempo and panted feeling closer to coming but not quite there. He kissed my neck and I arched into him. His fingers tweaked a nipple and I felt a growing tingle. It was like he knew exactly how to play my body to illicit every passionate response. His other hand moved to touch my sensitive clit while I continued to move up and down. Intent on reaching the orgasm that was so close.

"Come for me," he said gently as he moved is finger against my sensitive part.

"I'm ..." I didn't want to distract myself form anything other than reaching my goal.

And then I peaked, slowing down to allow it to shudder through me. I gasped as I rode him through it, the sensitivity heightening the pleasure.

Angel held me as he lay me, with our bodies still joined. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust into me. My nails scrapped against his back as he drove into me and then his body stopped and he groaned. I held him as he came. Our sweat intermingled, our bodies spent.

I was trying to catch my breath as he kissed my collar bone and moved off me to get rid of the condom.

I lay staring at the ceiling. Only tearing my gaze to his when he rejoined me in bed. He lay in his back. Our bodies didn't touch.

"You really know your way around a women's body," I said, unsure of what his response would be.

"I have experience." His response left me wanting.

It wasn't like I was asking for a rundown of his past sexual experiences. But I was curious about some things. Like when he lost his virginity, more innocent questions like that.

"How did you lose your virginity?" I asked. I felt it was a better way to satisfy my curiosity.

He continued to stare straight ahead and I wondered if he was actually going to answer my question.

"You really want to know Kira?" He turned his head to look at me.

My curiosity grew. "Yes."

"My father paid a prostitute to show me a good time."

That was the last thing I expected to hear.

"A prostitute?" I questioned.

He nodded.

I don't know why I had it in my mind that he would lose it with someone he cared about and not just some random hooker his father paid for.

"My father groomed me from a young age for this life Kira. Sex was something for physical gratification, not emotional connections."

I was stunned. I was slowly beginning to understand what made him tick and why he was the way he was.

When Angel's father had first gotten sick, Angel had just stepped in. And with each day his father deteriorated, he had taken more responsibility. A year later, his father had died and at the age of twenty one Angel and stepped into his father's shoes taking control of his empire.

He had hardened over the years, becoming ruthless and controlled.

Never one had it crossed my mind that if he hadn't, he wouldn't have survived.

In our world, weakness was death.