For the first time since meeting Hook, she did not feel horny. She felt something else. She wanted him, but it was not a sexual desire pulling her to him. She wanted to be close to him and really feel him.

She started kissing him, sucking on his lower lip as she caressed his smooth bald head. He tore his lips from hers and kissed her chin, then her neck hungrily licked between her breasts. She pulled him back up to her so she could kiss those sexy lips again.

She pushed him back on the bed so she was laying on top of him. She stared down into his dark eyes, kissed his nose, rubbed her cheeks against his beard. She pinned his arms down as she kissed a trail to his chest. She licked all the tattoos over his chest that had no meaning to her. She kissed down to his navel, swirling her tongue around it.

She wrapped her hand around his hard length and caressed it.

Hook grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him, kissing her.

"No, you don't have to be in control. I got this," he said.

He laid her back and he went down in between her legs, wrapping one of her legs over his shoulder. He didn't even taste her yet, he was blowing his hot steamy breath in her and she was gushy. He inserted a finger in her and gently massaged her, then another finger. She grinded on him.

"Stop," he said.

He inserted a third finger and went at her, playing with her clit and sending vibrations through her. Then that magic tongue came. She braced herself for impact. He licked her inner lips like he was licking a plate clean. He dove his tongue in, curled it, and slurped her juices up like a kitty cat slurping from a milk bowl. He sucked on her clit and she orgasmed again.

He slurped her up again.

He kissed her inner thigh for a bit before diving back into her, his tongue going even deeper as he flicked it Vin Diesel style, fast and furious,  and she spasmed.

Did she blackout? She felt like she did because now Hook was watching her and she didn't remember him moving.

"You a'ight?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"You had a long day babe, I don't think you can handle anymore."

"Please."

He took a finger and rubbed from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, to her mouth, and down her chin.

"You...what are you doing to me?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist so she could coax him into her. He took the bait and she felt him against her opening. But he didn't enter her just yet.

"Antione!"

"You called me my name,"

"I want you, Antione!"

"I'm yours, baby," he said, finally sliding inside her as they both let out a moan.

About an hour and a half later as they lay crumpled on the floor far from where they started in the bed, she lay her head on his chest and traced his tattoos.

"Tell me what they all mean."

"What means?"

"Your tattoos."

He took her hand and kissed it, then led it around his body of tattoos.

"The praying hands in cuffs says 'Only God Can Judge Me.' That signifies my time in prison, so no matter what, cain't nobody tell me shit unless they the Man. The gun on my arm with the saying, 'Live by the gun, Die by the gun,' that's for my pops and mom. I ain't putting their name on me cuz they don't deserve that respect. Then there are my drug slanging tats when I was hustling. Stack of cash, some blunts, trap house street, Labadie."

He was pointing them out as he went and she was in awe of his story.

"I got shot in the shoulder when I was seventeen, so I tatted a bullet over the scar and added a 'fuck you' to it. Right here are my two baby girls, Ravyn and Symone...don't laugh at that, I'm serious about their names."

She smiled. He rarely talked about his daughters. They were going into a whole other dimension in their relationship and she was here for it.

And he was not even done with the tattoos.

"Right here is a rock, for my rocks, my real mom-my aunt, and my uncle. Nobody better fuck with anybody tatted on me. The shit is real I put you on me for life."

"I have never...been with anyone like you. Not even close to someone like you. I lived my whole life sheltered out there, pretty much looking at anyone living in that hood lifestyle like it was a movie. Like Boyz N the Hood, Menace II Society, Friday, Next Friday, Day After...you know what I'm saying."

"Da hell..."

"I'm serious! I didn't grow up seeing that so all I had was movies. Hell, my parents wouldn't even let us go down to a Cardinals baseball game because Busch Stadium is hood adjacent. Closest I got to the city was Clayton and the Galleria."

"And I bet you thought the lil Black kids you saw there were thugs."

"I mean...yeah."

"Everybody wasn't born into the Cosby family you know. And he's a mother fuckin' rapist, so everybody a little fucked. I bet you think in your perfect world, with your perfect parents and upbringing, you were the shit."

"I mean...yeah. I am!"

They both laughed.

"No really, why can't I be confident in myself? I have a nice life."

He gave her a look.

"What?"

"Till a motherfucker bust in your room and put a gun to your head."

She looked down and shivered. She'd all but forgotten that twenty-four hours ago her husband tried to kill her. Being with Hook and that love session made her forget why she was hiding out at his place. But it all came flooding back and she felt overwhelmed again.

"Aw shit, babe, I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring that up." Hook hugged her.

She tried to hide her tears, but they were rolling down his shoulder.

"Come one, let's get back in the bed. You need some sleep." He helped her up.

She got in the bed and he held wrapped one arm around her and wiped her tears away with the other hand.

"You're safe with me. He ain't gonna find you cuz he doesn't know shit about me. And we going to get your locks changed at your house when you're ready to go back. Stay here as long as you need."

"Thanks." She laid her head on his chest.

Surely Matthew would leave her alone after that beating. A few days and her life could return to normal.

A/N: I threw some StL lingo and thangs in this chapter. If you know me well, you know I'm so St. Louis! I know most of my readers won't get it but ask me about it.

Angel is trying to get to know Hook more by asking about the tattoos. And how he feels about putting people names on him, well...more to come.

XOXO
Kimberly