Hi loves! So I'm out of the hospital, and I e moved, been at uni, started a new job, a lot has happened in my left that had kept me from writing. I hope you can all forgive me for my lack of posting the past year about. I actually cried while writing this today (which's ids funny when you consider the content—you'll get it once you read it) because I was so happy to be writing this story again.

You've all brought me so much joy over time. Your comments keep me going. I'm so thankful you've enjoyed this story. I'm so eager to write the next chapter, then the next, and the next and the next and the next. I'm overjoyed to be back, and hope this chapter makes up for my absence. Let me know if you like it!

Angel POV

"S-swear I can s-s-see you s-soon?" Zanthus' face flushed slightly as he stumbled through his sentence, but I truly couldn't care less about his stutter.

It was a bit unnerving to have someone so attentive in my life. Someone who wanted to see me, spend time indulging in me and my absurdly (below) average person. Someone you wanted to take care of me, whose eyes lit up when they saw me walk into the room.

I was still adjusting to that, what with this relationship being so new.

"Yes, yes, swear it. I just need to get some things settled here." I walked across the room from where I had set my bags down and stopped when I was right in front of Zanthus.

He was at the foot of my bed, and soon enough he had grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to sit atop his lap. It was my turn to flush, quite vehemently may I add, and I drew my bottom lip between my teeth instinctually.

Zanthus chuckled quietly and delicately ran his fingers from the dips of my spine to the top, and down again. "Y-You get more beautiful e-every day."

When he said things like that it just made me feel like my heart was going to stop and I would keel over for good.

There was a part of me who hadn't a clue what I was doing in a relationship with someone of the likes of Zanthus. Though, the part of me that adored him endlessly seemed to easily override my hesitancy towards the whole thing.

I wanted to be with Zanthus, despite any doubts I may have in passing.

I brought my arms up to rest on his shoulders, hands running through the hair at the base of his neck as I hummed in a non-committal manner. "You don't have to flatter me so much, you know."

He shook his head, dark brown eyes ever so captivating as they looked at me with determined vigour. "I w-want to. A-Always," Zanthus leaned in, lips softly meeting my forehead. "A-Always want to."

I sighed contently, not quite sure what to say in response like that. Sometimes Zanthus said the smallest things that seemed so intense and it caught me off-kilter.

"You're too good to me, don't you know that?" My head was pressed into the crease of his neck by now, so my words came out slightly muffled. I cringed at how self-deprecating they sounded.

I didn't want to be that girl: the one that always made herself out to be the martyr. I couldn't help my unbridled insecurities that ran as deep as the ocean. It was almost like at first it was easier to be with Zanthus since I could hide from my own issues while helping him deal with some of his more pressing ones.

Now they were starting to come out to play again and I felt defenceless against the waves of them as they crashed down against me.

"Don't s-say that" Zanthus quipped quickly, an almost harsh undertone accompanying his statement. As one hand gripped my waist tightly, another crept under my chin and lightly guided my head back until I was eye to eye with him, forehead to forehead. "D-don't ever s-say that, Angel. My d-darling, darling Angel." My heart fluttered in my chest.

Zanthus had a way of reducing me to an absolute blubbering mess of nothing with the simplest of words, the smallest of actions. It was a bit perplexing, truly. It was almost like my body, heart and soul was so in tune with how his hands moved against me and with the words he spoke.

He already knew so many of my soft spots and we had barely officially been together for under a month.

"I just, I feel like you don't see how wonderful you are." I stopped and let out a sigh, bumping my nose against his and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I do though. I see how wonderful you are and it's just...I feel like I haven't done enough to deserve it all. To deserve you.'

Zane bus shook his head as he moved the hand from my waist up, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear. "Y-You don't have to d-do anything. You d-deserve more than m-me."

I scoffed lightly and nudged his shoulder with mine, though it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. "Don't say that."

He shook his head again and smiled softly, palm cupping my cheek and thumb tracing below my bottom lip. "I-I don't mean it l-like that. I m-mean that you d-deserve the world. I-I can't give y-you that.

My breath caught in the back of my throat.

Zanthus manoeuvred my chin up slightly, softly urging me forward until it was close enough for him to comfortably lean in and meet his lips with mine. His hand cupped my jaw with more vigour and I all about melted against his chest.

He could truly do anything to me right now and I wouldn't protest.

"I-I adore you. Y-You don't have t-to do anything. I-It's my own doing." He whispered the sweet words against my lips with so much earnest it hurt my heart.

I pulled back for a nick of a second, more than a bit dazed, but I didn't allow myself to dwell on it too much right now. Lest Zanthus wanted to be brought head to head with me sobbing while sitting on his lap.

There were much better things we could be doing right now.

He hummed against my lips when I dove back in with fervour. Everything else just seemed like white noise to me as the blood rushed through my veins.

Zanthus moved his hand from my cheek to firmly grip the back of my neck, tips of his fingers mingling with my hair and caressing the bottom of my scalp. I somehow managed to let out a high pitched keening noise when he pulled me closer to him.

Our lips met again and again, tongues mingling, searching for something in each other's mouths. When he nipped at my bottom lip and pulled away slowly, dragging his teeth against my lip I absolutely lost it. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever felt in my life and I was sure that I was producing an atrocious amount of uncontrollable noises while he did as he pleased.

Zanthus moaned against my lips, kissing me hot, wet and deep before pulling back. I whined pitifully and went to pull him back in by the shoulders, but I quickly forgot about my previous intentions when he started to trail slow kisses down the side of my face.

I let out a wild gasp when his lips brushed over the line of my jaw before dropping lower. He left a few closed mouth kisses along its course and then retraced them all the way up until his lips were closed on the bottom of my earlobe.

The whimper that fell from my lips was not at my own violation but I couldn't manage to feel embarrassed. Suddenly my hips jerked on their own accord, and it took me a few panting moments to recognize that it was due to Zanthus' planting a filthy open-mouthed kiss on a spot an inch or so below my ear.

I ran a hand up through his hair and held on for what felt like dear life while making sure not to actually pull his hair in the process. His tongue ran over the apparently hypersensitive skin, swirling a few taunting circles before he sucked down, hard.

"Zanthus," I breathed heavily, not quite sure what to do with myself. It didn't help when his teeth came out to play, pressing down with a pressure that had me arching my neck and baring it to him. His lips fell from my neck but before I could protest he blew over the same areas lightly, and the feeling was absolutely worth him backing off for a moment.

As long as he kept kissing me like that, I'd happily let him go on forever.

"Angel," He pulled away ever so slightly, but not enough that I couldn't feel his lips brushing against my neck as he spoke.

"Hm," I hummed out, my wits not about me enough to form a proper sentence in response.

"W-Where are you most s-sensitive." Zanthus leaned back in to nip my neck, though it was a bit more playful than it had been before.

"What?" I was fairly confused as to what he was referring to. Surely I sounded absolutely worked up at the moment as well, and I cringed a bit internally at that.

He huffed out a small chuckle, rubbing his stubble covered chin into the dip where my neck met my shoulder. My mouth instantly fell open but I dutifully clamped a hand over it before I could embarrass myself any further. A few kisses were pressed against the underside of my jaw before he huffed and pulled away again.

I was really starting to hate when he did that.

I hadn't realised I had shut my eyes tightly until I felt a waft of cool air run over my skin that most certainly wasn't the same as what Zanthus had done just a few moments ago. What he most certainly needed to do again, and again, and again.

"Your neck, love." He whispered hotly, his lips sneaking a path from the tip of my chin to cover my mouth before I could even think of formulating a response. "Baby," His eyes were intense as they met my own and I could help but squeeze them shut for a moment to gather my bearings while taking a deep breath.

"What do you mean?" I asked softly, absolutely mortified that I was so clueless to things like this. It wasn't that I was thick or anything of that sort, I've just never been around anyone who's talked much about sex, amongst other things...such as this.

What if he laughed at me? Does he think I'm pathetic because I'm so in the dark about anything remotely sexual?

Zanthus smiled that gentle smile that he always used to reassure me when he could see my mind going a million miles a minute. "Your sweet spot," he murmured quietly, almost as if he was sharing a secret with me. He brought a hand up from my waist to run a finger slowly up and down the side of my neck. It was absolutely tantalising.

I shook my head and felt a flush creep up my neck. He let out a hum when I turned my head to the side to avoid looking him in the eyes. "I-" I sighed, absolutely self-deprecating. "I don't know what you mean."

My fingers anxiously toyed with his hair and drew patterns on top of his left shoulder. I had no idea what he was thinking right now and I was too afraid to look back at him. I know it's just Zanthus and there shouldn't be a reason for me to feel embarrassed, especially after what happened last time we'd done something along these lines.

That had been fantastic, and I wanted this to be too, I just didn't know what to do or how to contribute. I felt as if I was making him do all the work, having to break things down for me step by step.

"It's o-okay, love," He spoke quietly again, that same deep timbre that seemed to come out when we were intimate like this. "Guess w-we'll just have to find them." He assured me, and without another word, he lowered his head back to where it had been before.

"Them?" I asked breathlessly, biting down hard on my bottom lip when he nipped at the skin he'd been working on earlier. It was extremely sensitive now, and a little bit painful, but I found that I really liked the sensation it gave me.

I could feel Zanthus smile against my skin before releasing the well-worked patch of skin, running a soothing tongue over it before blowing on it as he had done before. I shivered, and I was almost sure goosebumps were rising all across my body at this point.

My hands tightened around his shoulders before I forced myself to ease up when he moved down further. The last time he had done that I felt something spark inside of me. Zanthus' stubble was almost sharp against my skin, a pleasure-filled burning sensation following in wake of every slight shift of it against my skin.

When he ran back over that one spot where my shoulder and neck met, just above my collarbone, I felt like I was going to absolutely lose it. His hands were roaming my body at this point. One of them was running up and down my waist firmly, pausing every now and then when his thumb would scrape over the dip just inside of my hip bone. His hips pushed up into mine slightly, and even though we weren't perfectly settled against each other I could still very well feel the bulge that he'd come to harbour.

My mind was going fuzzy while he was none the wiser about how he was affecting me. His other hand, which had previously been gripping my arse, came up to run in close quarters with his mouth. At first, I thought he was going to touch my neck, but then it slowly traced a trail down past my collarbone before slowing to draw lazy circles over the top of my chest.

Oh god, I was still in his lap.

There was a strong surge of heat that ran straight from the pool of my stomach down in between my thighs when Zanthus opened his mouth around that one spot above my collarbone. The moment his tongue touched the skin I was done for.

I didn't want to make any more embarrassing noises, so I instantly brought up my hand that had been holding onto the back of Zanthus' neck to the front of his hair, trying to be inconspicuous as I bit down on it slightly.

His tongue was lapping at the excruciatingly sensitive skin--and if I had thought the spot earlier was sensitive, it was nothing compared to this--and it was almost painful how good it felt. I could hardly muffle the whimper I made when he started to move away. He halted for a moment, before peering up at me slightly.

I'd never seen him smile the way he did when he caught sight of me, cheeks fully burning red at this point and eyes likely debauched and desperate. It just felt so good. There was almost something feral in the way his eyes were glinting. I wanted more.

"There, is it?" He spoke like he was talking about the bloody weather and I didn't even try to hide my whine this time while he laughed. I would have been offended, but it felt different. I knew he wasn't making fun of me.

His hand came up from where it had been slowly sliding down my chest further to pull my hand away from my mouth. I went to bite my lip again but he surged up and kissed me deeper than ever before I could do so.

"S-So fucking gorgeous." I heard him whisper minutely against my lips before he pulled me back in. I thought he was going to kiss me again but his thumb came up to press against my bottom lip as he shook his head. His hand on my hip became more apparent at that moment when he started to urge it over to the front of my stomach, and ultimately resting right below my navel

"Want to see just how s-sensitive you are," Zanthus told me, and I was instantly nodding eagerly, too wound up to do anything but. "Hold on," He added the warning only a millisecond before he was flipping us around, quite literally.

It was so hot.

He manoeuvred me up towards the top of the bed, my head resting on my pillows in delight as he situated himself on top of me. I thought he was finally settled before I felt him lean back and then had him pushing at my knees until they were pointed up, feet planted on the bed. He gave me a wicked smile before placing a hand on either knee and then pressing them apart.

He let out a light laugh at my gasp when he had pushed them far apart enough to his liking, and then he finally settled back down on top of me, his hips resting against mine while he used his hands to hold himself up over me.

"Gonna make you feel s-so good." He spoke against my cheek, paying my lips a quick kiss before heading back down towards that bloody golden spot.

Oh, that's what he meant by soft spot.

Zanthus didn't hesitate. He pressed a few open mouth kisses over the skin, and I couldn't help but feel a bit impatient. I brought my hands up to rest on his shoulders, going back and forth between playing with his hair and tracing his broad muscles. He was so fit.

He started to flick his tongue expertly over the godforsaken area, slowly dragging his tongue in the most maddening patterns, sometimes even moving down to lick over my collarbone before he returned. I wasn't prepared when he bit down, harder this time than he had the last, and I let out a high pitched keen unintentionally.

"Z, that," I moaned again before I could finish my sentence and quickly lost track of my train of thought. Not that I minded. This was a very welcome distraction.

He alternated between sucking and biting the oh-so-pleasurable soft spot, and before I even had time to catch my breath his fingers trailed down until his fingers were toying with the hem of my leggings. What a perfect day to wear leggings.

When he dipped his middle and pointer finger under the fabric and ran over the sensitive patch of skin right above, well, there, I felt like I was going a bit insane. He didn't do much more than run the pads of his fingers around the other area sensitive piece of skin, all the while still assaulting my neck in the best way possible.

"Think you've got more?" He grumbled in a tone that made me want to fall apart right then and there for him.

I gasped and shook my head, before nodding quickly like I had meant to originally. His light laugh was back and I couldn't help but flush. Everything felt so good though, I had no objections.

Zanthus brought his mouth up to crash against mine again, and I don't think I'd ever shared a kiss so heated with him before. It was like everywhere he touched me I was on fire. He pulled back, looking me in the eye before bringing his fingers up and sucking three of them into his mouth. He smirked when I squirmed and removed them, trailing them back down my stomach. I don't even know when my shirt got rucked up.

"Oh..." I whimpered when his fingers trailed further down and then swept deliciously over that bundle of nerves. I felt my hips lift up to meet his fingers when he pulled them away and the whine that escaped me wasn't my fault. He smiled against the divet where his head was pressed into my neck again, the opposite side this time.

"Please, please Z," I knew I had to sound desperate at this point but hell if I didn't feel it at this moment.

"Hm," He hummed noncommittal, much like he had done earlier. "Want more?" He teased, and I had just the right mind not to slap the back of his head before he was pressing down again.

He ran his middle finger down further until it touched on the most sensitive point. I felt my hips and legs jerk, rather than doing it on my own accord. I moaned loudly when he ran his middle finger back up, catching an even more painfully sensitive angle I hadn't known to exist.

"Perfect, you're fucking perfect, baby."

Zanthus' lips found yet another excessively sensitive part on my neck and he wasn't shy about abusing his leverage. Another hand ran up to run over my nipple, which was achingly hard by this point.

"Ah, that-" I couldn't manage to get out another word when he squeezed down on the sensitive nub while simultaneously moving his fingers in dreadfully teasing circles over my clit and biting down on the new sweet spot he'd found right under my jawline. I moaned when I felt one of his fingers slip down and trace my entrance.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed hotly, leaning down to pepper kisses right in between my breasts. "L-Look at you..." He leaned back for a moment, pausing all ministrations on my body as he sat back on his haunches. "S-So beautiful like this." Zanthus moved forward again, but before I could even try to work out what he was going to do next, he was pushing my knees apart again and brought his head down to rest right on the dip below my navel. He looked to me for confirmation before pulling my legging down and discarding them somewhere besides the bed.

"Yeah?" He asked softly, and I looked at him for a moment, a bit afraid, before nodding and deciding to just trust him. "You'll like it." He murmured the promise in the same gentle tone before pressing a series of kisses to my stomach. "I-If you don't, t-tell me, yeah?" I nodded again and gave me a heart-stopping smile before trailing a line of kisses down the middle of my stomach.

I let out a mix between a gasp and a high pitched whimper-like moan when pressed a wet kiss over that same bundle of nerves he had just been paying so much attention to. This was nothing alike to his fingers, and christ, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before or imagined of ever feeling.

"I-oh-I-" I wasn't even sure if anything I was saying sounded coherent at this point. "Z..." It was all so intense.

"L-Love making you fall apart l-like this." He pulled away momentarily to say before going back to working magic with his tongue. Zanthus drew the wildest patterns over my clit with his tongue and I was almost entirely sure that my legs were shaking at this point.

The way he sped up his pace and then slowed it down over and over was driving me mad. My hands, which had at some point moved to his hair, tugged hard when he sucked down harder. I didn't quite realise how hard I'd been pulling, reduced to a mess of moans and choked gasps when suddenly two hands came up to pry my fists loose and then tugged them away. I was worried that I had done something wrong for a moment before I felt Zanthus' fingers interlocking with my own. He held my hands tightly, pressing them down next to my waist.

That was hot too.

"You're s-stunning" He whispered against the side of my thigh, placing a quick kiss on it before dropping his head back to its previous position.

He kept as his ministrations for a while before reluctantly letting go of one of my hands, brushing his fingers over my hip bone on the way towards my heat. I let out a shaky sigh as he gave a few circular rubs to my bundle of nerves before moving them down towards my slit and replacing his missing fingers with his mouth.

I cried out when he lapped his finger in the wetness pooling in between my thighs before slowly pushing a finger in. It was slow at first before he started to speed up the pace and curl them against my inner walls, hitting the angle perfectly that had me keening wildly in no time.

"Push back," he pressed a little of kisses around my achingly sensitive core before slowly sleeping in a second finger alongside the first. It was a bit of an uncomfortable stretch at first, but when he leaned down to suck my clit into his mouth again I could hardly be put off by his actions. Plus, the pain wasn't so bad.

"Push back?" I muttered half nonsensically once I had registered what he'd said.

He pulled off again, face flushed but that too-sexy to deny glint in his eye that I just knew I was going to go along with whatever he was on about this time. "Against m-my fingers," He added gently, touching that golden spot inside of me as he spoke.

I jerked involuntarily at the sensation and then I knew exactly what he was talking about. He pulled his fingers out entirely and groaned, but he shushed me quickly with delicate caresses and sweet kisses.

"You're everything," He whispered quietly, and I wasn't entirely sure if he was talking to me or himself. He shook his head for a moment, eyes locking with mine, lust deeply rooted in the depths of them.

I was confused when he started shuffling around, but soon enough he had dragged a pillow down the bed. He manhandled my hips up off it and tucked it beneath me, for some reason unknown to me. I sighed and shuffled around, getting comfortable.

This time when he got back to it, it wasn't just fingers he was using. His tongue lapped over my heat before pushing it past my slit, pushing as deep as it could go. He pulled back and winked at my awestruck face before diving back in. He pushed it in and out at the same rhythm of his fingers, thumb slipping up to occupy my aching clit. Soon enough he was three fingers deep and I was absolutely panting, ready to give up all decorum and beg him for more. The new angle added to the experience no doubt, and I just wanted to feel this forever. I couldn't stop imagining him inside me either.

"God, the s-sounds you make." he pulled his tongue away for a minute, groaning when I moaned as his thumb and fingers worked me to a state of pleasure I hadn't been aware existed. He leaned in again, lapping at the edges teasingly before I groaned in impatience again.

"Y-You don't know how perfect you are," Zanthus whispered, "Fuck-" He licked a from the bottom of my entrance all the way up to meet my thumb, three fingers still curling inside me so brilliantly I wanted to cry. "S-so sexy. Fuck darling, you're so, s-so good,"

Something about those words made me lose control. I was pushing back against his fingers, gripping his hand like a lifeline, while trying to savour every touch from him. It was almost too much.

"Gonna come, yeah?" He murmurs against the side of my trembling thigh, and I nod my head vigorously. He speeds up his fingers and his tongue, and I know that it's going to happen any second now.

"Ah, ah, oh my god, Z, Zanthus, I'm-I'm-oh." I don't even notice it until Zanthus starts to slow down his finger and tongue. I blush when I hear him lapping up what's dripped out of me.

"Want you inside me," I breathed out before I could even think twice.

I wanted this, I did. More than anything.

While yes, part of the reason I was asking right now is that I was in a lust induced haze that had me feeling much more bold and vocal than I'd ever been, there was also part of me that knew I wanted to take this next step with him. And I knew he would be perfect about everything, so gentle yet knowing when I needed him to take control. I wasn't as familiar with any of this as he was clearly, even if he hadn't ever actually done anything before.

He was so confident the last time we'd done this sort of thing, and it made me a bit mental. I needed to have more of this side of him forever. He was so breathtaking while he was being downright filthy.

"A-Are you s-sure?" his tone was so soft, so careful. It was reassuring to know that he was willing to pace everything based on how I was feeling.

I nodded vigorously, not able to contain a smile, even with him three fingers deep in me.

"A-Angel, love..." He pulled his fingers out and pressed a kiss to my hip bone as he rested his head against my quivering thigh that would have all but collapsed if he hadn't been supporting it with his own arm. "I-I need you to be a-absolutely certain." His fingers were caressing my thighs, my stomach before he finally settled them on either side of my waist.

"I am, I swear it, I've been..." I trail off, far too embarrassed to admit it while he was staring at me with such sincerity in his eyes. "I've thought about it before this." I hoped we weren't going to have a repeat of the time he couldn't hear me in the tent, I don't think I could get myself to repeat it again.

Thankfully he didn't and his nod was enough to let me know he had heard me. "I-I have too, darling." I wish it was as easy for me to admit as it is for him. He didn't seem shy about the whole thing at all.

I closed my eyes, taking a breath to calm my wits before I nodded. This is what I wanted. This was going to happen.

"Just, can you like, make sure you go slow yeah? I've never, you..." I guess one could say I was starting to panic a bit more now that it was so, well, real.

"H-Hey, hey, baby," He leaned over me, just like he had done earlier, hands framing my head. Even with everything that had already transpired, for some reason, this felt more intimate than anything else. He hovered over me, a gentle hand running up and down my waist.

"Yeah?" Zanthus smiled softly and leaned down to kiss me, tongues only briefly reconciling before he was pulling back. He smoothed a hand over my forehead, brushing back the mess of hair that was currently lying loose and mussed across it.

"I-I want you. M-more than anything. But..." His lips pressed to my forehead, lingering for a few more seconds than normal. "I only w-want what you want."

I reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to press a few stray kisses across it. "I want this. I'm sure." I couldn't help but chuckle at the way his eyes lit up, that same twinkle from earlier returning though. "But if I change my mind and we're...will you be like-"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he cut me off with a scorching kiss. "At any point. Just s-say the word." My heart swelled a few inches inside my frantically beating chest and I felt like a lovesick little girl.

"Thank you," I whispered softly, not wanting to speak too loud and mess this moment up. It was perfect.

His eyebrows screwed together and he shook his head, pressing a few spare kisses to my forehead, my cheek, my nose. "Y-You don't have t-to thank me."

I nodded and swallowed, everything suddenly feeling so much heavier. It wasn't that I felt threatened, anything but. I felt such deep desire in a way I hadn't known myself capable of harbouring. It was a bit frightening, but it thrilled me nonetheless.

"Do you want m-more fingers? My mouth?" He hummed and tightened his grip on my waist, nudging my head to the side slightly as he leaned down to latch onto the already sensitive dip between my neck and shoulder. "How about y-you just tell me w-what you like instead. W-Want this to be g-good for you. Perfect." His stubbled scraped across the skin and it was so much more intense now that he'd already given it so much attention.

"That-Er-I like that," I gasped, bringing my hands up to clutch at his shoulders, thighs trembling slightly on either side of his waist.

"What?" I knew I hadn't been specific enough.

"You're-Ah-you're stubble. It-er-like, I don't know? Feels, it's like, my neck is more....more sensitive now and I just like how it, you know..." My face was on fire and I could feel the pink flush that was dusting my cheeks. I groaned and shut my eyes, flinging an arm over them for good measure.

"Yeah?" There was some sort of undertone in the way he said it that I couldn't decipher. I nodded bashfully, still not removing my arm from my eyes. "What else?" I gasped when I suddenly felt his lips brush against my ear, tongue poking out to lap at the lobe teasingly.

"I-Uhm-I don't-ohmy-yeah, that, that" Stubble was suddenly pressing roughly against my neck, scraping back and forth in the most delightful way. I could barely hold a sentence together and Zanthus was touching me.

"And?" He prompted, traitorous fingers already slowly trailing a familiar path down my fluttering stomach. He traced a circle around my belly button before trailing them back and resting them on my collarbones. He grinned deviously before using one hand to push my shirt up again, keeping his eyes locked with mine while he pressed feather-soft kisses all around my chest, just barely missing my nipples every time he got close enough.

I really, really liked this side of him.

"And...?" He repeated the question, but then suddenly he resituated himself above me, touching his forehead to mine before pressing his hips down in between my awaiting, open thighs. I moaned and pressed back wantonly and didn't feel the slightest bit bad about it.

The thin fabric of his joggers left little to the imagination, his hard on rather apparent and thick against me. I knew now that I wasn't going to have any doubts going forward with this. I wanted all of that inside me as soon as I could possibly have it.

"Like what you s-see," He smiled brightly at me, and I scoffed before slapping his shoulder lightly. I liked that we could still be so relaxed during this, it wasn't nearly as terrifyingly awkward or tragic as my brain had made it seem. "Or rather, what you feel." The way his voice dropped when he got like this was going to be the death of me. He punctured his words with a slow roll of his hips and I felt like I was going to burn up all over.

"Mmm, yeah, yeah I-" I blushed again, feeling mortified. How was he so good at this? With the talking and the, just knowing how to navigate it all? It made me feel like I was the inexperienced one.

"I-It's okay, take your time." And god, why did he have to be so bloody sweet about it all? It was like he knew exactly how to take me apart and put me back together while I was still struggling with figuring that out on my own.

"I just-I don't know, really? Like you know that I'm...I don't know how to navigate this all without feeling like a fool." He nodded, hand pausing its teasing ministrations on my hip.

"Don't think o-of it like s-something we have t-to get right, yeah? I-It's just us, no o-one is judging y-you. Just do w-what feel good." I nod and bite my lip before sighing, letting Zanthus' calming scent wash all over me. It's so nice to be completely engrossed by him, to...

"I-er-I like this," I mumbled, averting my eyes lest what I'm going to say is going to be absolutely terrible for him to hear.

"Hmm?" Zanthus hums, trailing soft open mouth kisses down my jaw before coming back to kiss me tenderly. His tongue slips into my mouth and I feel a sense of relief at that. At least this is something that I can do, something familiar. It makes it easier. He pulls away after a few minutes and cups my cheek with one hand, caressing it gently, and I lean into the touch with a soft smile.

"This, you. It's like, you-I don't really know what I'm saying, or doing for that matter, but you're so..." I trail off, knitting my eyebrows together as I try to put my thoughts into words in a way that makes sense. "You're so confident, and it almost feels like you know what I want more than I do. And you get all, like you lead the way, and I just, it makes me feel good. You being so..." I don't really know what to say after that without sounding like an imbecile.

Zanthus' expression hardens, but not in a bad way. It makes him even fitter than he already is. Makes me want to let him do whatever he wants. He's quiet for another moment, and at first, I think I've mucked it all up before he presses another kiss to my neck before pulling back to respond.

"S-so in control?" He's barely spoken loud enough for me to catch his words, but when they process with me I let out a shudder and take a quick breath.

"Yeah, yeah that. I'm not...I'm not sure if that makes me odd? It's not like I just want you to like, do everything because I don't. I want this to always be mutual. But it's nice to like, to have you be so sure of everything when I'm such a mess when it comes to this stuff." Zanthus nods eagerly, catching my mouth in a desperate kiss. It's like we're both starved for each other and neither of us can get enough.

He repositions himself so his weight is distributed more on his legs than it is on his arms, but he makes sure to keep it off of me lest we want this to end up with him actually crushing me. Compared to him one would say I appear quite frail.

It's not my fault he's built like a beast of a man. A really, really, really fit man.

He sits back more, just openly staring at me for a moment before he mutters something to himself and shakes his head. When he stands up my heart drops, but he's quick to lean over the side of the bed and give a stroke to my hair and a reassuring kiss before he stands fully. My heart settles when he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls the thing over his head. My mouth goes dry.

I had forgotten just how...chiselled, he was.

When he moves to shuck off his joggers, I barely refrain from making some sort of desperate whine. He's like perfection walking on two very beautiful legs. I almost feel like I'm doing something wrong when I let my eyes roam, spending a bit more time than necessary paying mind to the prominent bulge in his pants.

When I finally let my eyes meet his again, I muster up a shy smile before turning my head to hide it in the pillows beside me. He laughs softly before crawling back on the bed, taking up the same position he'd coined before he'd gotten off to...undress.

"Want you, s-so bad" He murmurs, eyes appraising my form time and time again before he groans. "Fuck, I-I adore you." It almost feels like he's saying something else to me.

"I like, I really-" I snap my mouth shut when I realise I'm only doing to further embarrass myself.

"Mm, you what." He crows sweetly, before reaching down to play with the hem of my top. He looks up at me and I nod, and he's quick to guide my hands over my head in the most sensual way before urging me to lift my torso up off the bed just enough for him to rid me of the unnecessary piece of clothing and fling it across the room without a slight look at where it ended up. "Y-You what, baby,"

I sigh contently when he runs firm fingers down the front of my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples along the way. His hands come to rest on my hips and he presses at them firmly, which has my core feeling oddly intrigued. Zanthus looks pleased with this.

He leans down, wrapping his hot mouth around one of my buds and my back arches off the bed involuntarily. When his teeth scrape it slightly, I keen louder than intended. I can feel him smirk against my chest and he does it again, biting down a bit harder this time. I feel like I've turned to putty in his hands.

"You're-oh-you're good at that." I let out between shallow breaths, and he only smiles at me before switching to the nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other.

"Y-You never answered me e-earlier." He murmurs in between licks and nips. "Fingers? Mouth?" I whimper at the thought of how it felt having him do that to me earlier and try to make a decision.

"I don't, I'm not sure. I just want you. You can-" I blush for the nth time since all of this began and Zanthus just gives my hips a firm squeeze and lets out a hum.

"Need to o-open you up s-some more. D-Don't want to hurt y-you." He seems put off for a moment, but I cup his cheek and he leans into the touch with his eyes shut for a moment before looking at me with that look again. I just nod, not quite in the mood to be the one figuring out all the semantics for this while his hands are all over me.

He licks a trail from my lower stomach to my core first and spends a gratuitous amount of time playing around with his tongue until I'm nearly at my wit's end. He grabs my hands again, like earlier, intertwining our fingers and holding them tight while I squirm and shutter and let out an ungodly amount of desperate noises.

"Love how y-you taste. S-So fucking good." Zanthus praises while he slips the first finger in, and it makes me want to hear him say things like that again and again.

The third finger goes in easy enough, what with it not being so long since they'd last been inside me. When he's going to add a fourth finger, he squeezed the hand of mine he's still holding firmly and looks at me with earnest eyes.

"Tell me i-if it hurts, yeah?" I squirm a bit as the three fingers already inside me hit that special spot he's apparently become familiar with.

"Yeah, yeah, will." Zanthus nods and gives my inner thigh another kiss before slowly inching it besides the others. I bite down on my lip at the foreign intrusion, never having had this many fingers inside me at once, but after a few moments of discomfort I let out a relieved sigh. It starts to feel like he never even put the fourth finger in, and I'm certain he can feel it too.

I whine when he pulls his fingers out, leaning over the bed to wipe them on the duvet that's nowhere near as clean as it had been an hour ago. Stained with sweat and...other things of mine.

"Do y-you want it like this?" Zanthus asks me calculatingly, and I ponder for a moment what it would be like to try out some more creative positions. I shake the thought from my head for the moment and nod, a bit unsure if that's the response he was looking for.

"I want to see you, I think." I expand, hoping he won't be disappointed.

"Thank heavens," Is all he responds before placing on last wet kiss to my core and the ever sensitive bud of nerves before moving up to leer over me again. "Where..." He trails off, and I'm about to ask him what he's on about before he reaches out and locks our hands together once more.

"A-Are you ready?" He asks as delicately as one can possibly sound. I let out a shaky breath of expected nerves and nodded. Zanthus leans in to kiss me softly, but not with a lack of passion. Our tongues slide against each other with unrestrained fervour, and there's an entirely different meaning to this kiss than all the others we've shared leading up to all this.

Zanthus kisses me like he's saying, I've got you, I won't do anything to hurt you, and, I'll stop if you need to, just say the word, and I adore you, I want this, I'm just as nervous as you

It's all the reassurance I need. "I want this, Z." My tone is soft but I know he can see that I want this completely, just as much as he does.

He lets go of one of my hands and nods, kissing my forehead softly before he leans over the bed. He rummages through something I can't see before he reappears with a condom in hand. Cheers to him for remembering that, because I had forgotten entirely.

When he's kissing me, touching me, it's like my mind goes blank.

I feel nervous again for a moment as I realise that this entire time I haven't seen his cock. I feel a bit bashful and more guilty than I'd imagined. He'd done so much for me, again, and I'd done nothing for him.

I let my hands trail along the hem of his pants as he stands on his knees above me, and give him what I hope is a seductive look. He groans and reaches for his bulge, so I figure I've done my job right thus far.

My hands are a bit shaky as I reach to pull his pants down, and he's quick to rest his own on top of mine. I'm about to say something before he shakes his head and gives me a toe-curling kiss. I let him get distracted pressing kisses down my jaw and neck yet again, relishing in the pleasurable burn of his scratchy stubble.

"Y-You don't need to d-do anything for me. This is a-about you right now." I feel oddly emotional at his omission and I shake my head, not quite understanding how he can always just be so content to give.

"But you-it's, and I..." I trail off, huffing before starting in again. I start to feel incredibly insecure and for a moment I wonder if this is because he doesn't think I'll be any good. I probably wouldn't be, I've got no idea what I'm doing "Don't you want me to?"

He groans and grips the back of my head firmly before pressing his lips to mine without restraint. The kiss is hot, powerful, a mess of tongues and sounds and hands roaming all over each other. When he pulls away we're both breathless.

"Of course I-I do. Course." He shakes his head with a smile quirked at his lips.

"Then why don't you want me to?" I feel like a petulant child, arguing over the fact that my boyfriend refused my advances to suck him off, but I cross my arms anyways.

Zanthus sighs and straddles me, reaching down to cradle my face in his hands, spending a few quiet moments stroking my hair softly. "Because I w-want this to be s-special. I want it to b-be good for you."

I scoff and tighten my grip on my own arms. "So what, I can't want the same for you? That's not fair. I genuinely can't believe I'm having a squabble with you about whether or not I can suck you off." Zanthus laughs openly, shoulders shaking and eyes squinted.

He settles back on his haunches between my legs and reaches for my hands again. "Neither i-is the fact that I'm going t-to tear s-something inside of you in a f-few minutes. Y-You're doing more than I-I am, Angel. You w-want me inside you. The o-only one of us w-who's going to feel any p-pain at first i-is you, and I-I don't..." He sighs and shakes his head, bringing both my hands up to kiss them softly.

"L-Let me pamper you, okay? I-I want to, I n-need to. I don't like that I-I have to h-hurt you before i-it will feel good." The pout that graces his lips is so utterly adorable that I can't resist his argument. He is right, anywho, I may be a blushing virgin but I did know the basics about what was going to happen.

"Do you really not see what I mean when I say you're wonderful? This? I don't think guys normally act like this." I gesture between the two of us and he rolls his eyes.

"I'm just being fucking decent. I-I've not done anything s-special" He quips, raising an eyebrow when I give him a placating smile. He rolls his eyes and traces his finger over my lips, which I peck softly. "I-If any lad e-ever treats you less than d-decent I'll fucking rip them to shreds, yeah?"

"Who else is there?" His eyes soften, and I feel a bit stripped bare at my confession, but I know there's no need to take it back or regret it. It's just us, and I trust Zanthus would never judge me for anything.

Zanthus shakes his head. "No one," He shrugs, "Just me." I roll my eyes at the way he seems to get off on that idea, but I don't really mind because I feel the same way about him having never been with anyone.

It's not that I'd mind if he did. Just as I know he wouldn't truly mind if I did. I would just feel...less competent, and probably much, much shyer if I knew I he'd had other people, more experienced people than me. In the end, it doesn't really matter, because whatever is in his past is in his past. We respect each other enough to share that point of view.

"So..." I lean back against the pillows slightly, biting my bottom lip while I feel a flush creep up my neck when he raises an eyebrow at me.

"So what, darling." Zanthus whispers before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to like-" I cut myself off before I can say anymore, positively red as a bloody tomato at this point.

Zanthus gives me a fox-like grin and I detest him at that very moment. "You know," I say petulantly, not quite wanting to have the words fall from my lips.

"C-Care to enlighten me?" I groan and turn to bury my head in the pillows again. I am seriously so bad at the whole talking thing. But when Zanthus does it...well that's an entirely different story.

"Have you changed your mind?" I ask, partially genuine but mostly just because I want to avoid saying something so...lewd. It just doesn't feel right coming from me.

"Change m-my mind about w-what?" Zanthus asks as if he's not bloody sitting nearly starkers half on top of me at the moment.

"Z..." I stretch the letter on my tongue until I run out of breath to keep going. I give him the most authentic pout I can, and it honestly doesn't even feel too forged.

"What, don't w-want to s-say it, do you?" He hums noncommittally as lets go of my hands in favour of running his hands up the expanse of my thighs, spreading them a bit wider as he goes. He lets out a low groan before dropping a kiss to both of my inner thighs.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I gasp out as he slowly crawls closer, and closer, until we're hip to hip, chest to chest, nose to nose.

"No?" He hums and pretends to contemplate for a moment before lifting my chin up with a finger so I have to look him in the eye. "Don't want me to fuck you, then?"

I feel embarrassed when I let out a small moan at his statement. Of course things like that sound absurdly hot coming from the likes of Zanthus. He's practically sex on legs and hearing him talk like that just seals the deal.

"Hm?" I pretend I didn't just get a rush of arousal because of the words that came out of his mouth.

"Don't y-you, Angel?" He prods, reaching up to run a hand through my hair and to press my hip steadily against the bed with the other.

"Don't I what." There's not a chance I'm going to win this, but if losing means hearing him say something like that again, I'm well okay with losing.

"Don't you..." He trails off and then shocks me by rolling his hips against mine slow and heavy. "Don't you w-want my cock, darling?" He grins with that glint in his eyes, and I swear on everything, if I were to try to stand up I wouldn't be able to.

I bite my lip to the point where it's almost painful and shift my head down, feeling incredibly embarrassed by how hot his words are making me. I would've never expected him to be so crass. Though if the shoe fits, and all that.

"I-" I can't even manage anything further than that when he tilts my chin up so I meet his eyes again. He pulls my bottom lip out from the vice grip my teeth had on it and leans in to bite it all on his own. I'm not strong enough to hide the whimper it pulls from my throat.

"You?" The sheer tone of his voice is enough to make me feel as though I'm coming undone at the seams.

"I-er-it's..." His smile is viscously sweet in its address.

He lifts my chin up more, before leaning in to latch on to that excessively sensitive spot he'd discovered earlier. After he's satisfied with the noises he's drawn from me, he trails more open-mouthed kisses up my neck until he's just below my ear. "S-Say it, darling. Not going t-to do it until you s-say it."

I squeeze my eyes shut and muster up all the courage I can, taking in a shaky breath. "Please, Zanthus..." I moan when he bites particularly hard at the patch below my ear.

He hums, but I can feel him shake his head slightly. "Please what?" He trails a hand down until it reaches my heat, easily slipping in two fingers that immediately curl inside me while he uses his thumb to rub devastating circles over my clit.

A wet pant falls from my lips and I find myself caring less and less about what he wants me to say because his fingers feel so perfect inside of me. "Please fuck me, please." He lets out a low moan, and nods, immediately speeding up the rate of his fingers.

"Look at that, not as hard as you made it out to be, was it?" I'm hanging onto every word that comes out of his mouth. "S-so good you are, a-aren't you. Fucking perfect." I  keen at the praise and push harder against his fingers, at which he hums in approval.

"Yeah, yeah," He grunts, licking a stripe up my neck, it makes me shudder. "Gonna m-make it s-so good. Make you feel s-so good. So special."

There seem to be words coming out of my mouth, yet I've got no idea what they are because my brain is more focused on processing Zanthus' words than those that are coming from myself. He's slipped a third finger in now, and it's all starting to feel so good it's overwhelming.

"Oh, oh, oh, ah-Z, Zanthus, I-" The tension building in my stomach is undeniable. Surprisingly, I haven't already come. I bunch my hands in the sheets at my sides and wirth against the pleasurable force of his unrelenting fingers.

"W-Want you to come, darling. C-Come for me. Then you can come w-while I'm inside o-of you."

It's not even as though I've got a choice in the matter, because the moment he speaks those words his demand comes into existence. I muffle a scream of pleasure into the pillow, but Zanthus looks so smug I know I didn't do a very good job at that.

This time feels more intense than the last time around, and the aftershocks leave my thighs twitching for longer as well. I feel so utterly debauched and spread out on display for Zanthus, who is watching me like an art piece in a gallery. I wince a bit when his fingers slip out of me and sigh at the tender kisses he peppers all over my thighs, my stomach, my face.

He brushes the hair out of my eyes and smiles down at me, looking seemingly in awe. "Do you know h-how beautiful you look w-when you come?" Zanthus declares as if it's just the most casual thing to say in the world.

"Stop it," I mutter self consciously, but when I move to cover up he just grabs my arms and plants them back at my sides. He shakes his head, staring at me for a few moments longer before the most alluring grin breaks out on his face.

"Can't wait t-to be inside o-of you." He murmurs, stroking my wrists gently before leaning down to kiss me soundly. "Want to m-make it so good for you." He whispers against my lips before pulling away.

If there's one thing I've learned today it's this: Zanthus is a devious tease with the dirtiest mouth (and I can't get enough of either of those truths).

"Will you take off your pants now?" I ask, wanting to finally see his glorious bloody cock and then get to work at getting it inside of me.

"S-So orgasms make y-you bolder, good to know." He says, almost to himself, before relenting, letting go of me with a quick kiss to the side of my neck before he moves off the bed.

I lick my lips, standing up on my knees when he pushes his fingers into the waistband, and he smirks at the wanton display of lust seeping onto my face. I blush but don't look away, and then he bends over--back muscles sufficiently on display--and pushes his pants down, stepping out one foot at a time.

When Zanthus stands up I can't control the gasp-like-whimper that escapes my mouth. He's bloody hung. He's so bloody hung, and by the look on his face, the twat absolutely knows it.

The first thought that pops into my head seems to blurt from my mouth before I can filter it. "How are you going to fit inside me?" I spit out the embarrassing mouthful, unable to stop its path.

Zanthus genuinely laughs at that, before getting back on the bed and making his way back over to me. I haven't so much as moved since he took his glorious, glorious cock out, so I completely forget that I'm standing on my knees until he wraps his arms around my waist from behind.

"Got you all s-stretched out, darling. Nice a-and proper." His breath is hot against my ear as he speaks, and then he retreats in favour of trailing kisses down the back of my neck.

His hands that he wrapped around my waist start to wander, something I find I'm very fond of, and soon I've got three of his fingers rubbing moderate circles over my bundle of nerves while the other switches back and forth between teasing my nipples. I cry out when he squeezes tight, but it's most definitely a cry of pleasure. Zanthus knows as much, because the bastard goes and does it again, and again, and again, rubbing me nice and thorough all the while.

He shuffles behind me, and I can't control the moans that fall off my lips when he rubs his fully hard prick against me. It feels so fucking perfect, everything about how things are playing out. He pulls off my neck and relents his torture of my nipples in favour of using his arms to splay it across my chest and pull me back so we're moulded with my back to his chest.

He slips a finger inside me without notice and pumps it slowly, getting me even more worked up than I already was when he stepped out of his pants. "Please,"

I don't even know what I'm pleading for at this point, but I do know that whatever he gives me I'll take happily.

"Please what, love? What are y-you asking for?" He trods on, slipping his finger out of me, purposefully letting his cock slide between my thighs, pressing it right against my core that's positively dripping. I let out a choked gasp when he slowly slides back and forth, making me more and more desperate to have him inside me with every movement.

"Zanthus, Z-oh, oh-Please just-" The rest of my sentence gets swallowed in a moan when Zanthus grips my jaw, turning my face so I'm looking over my shoulder and claims my mouth thoroughly with teeth and tongue.

"What do you w-want, Angel?" He sighs with contentment as he pulls me tighter against him. "My s-sweet, sweet Angel." I whimper at that and wrap both my arms around the one he has splayed across my torso.

"I-I just want, I-" Zanthus kisses me fiercely again, grip on my jaw firmer than before but only making me want more.

"W-What was that?" He quips, pulling away to look me in the eyes. I'm nearly ready to shed tears of pure lust and desperation mixed in one. "Want me to lay y-you down and take you? Have you feel all o-of me inside of you? That what you want?"

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Oh, my-ah!" Zanthus laughs at the mess of words that spill from my lips and rubs my clit faster. "M-more. Please, more."

"More w-what, baby? Want m-my fingers again?Want me to k-keep talking? Tell me." I groan and let my head fall back onto his broad shoulder, surrendering to his hot-as-ever mouth and endless teasing. "If y-you want something, all you h-have to do is ask, my love. Y-You know I'll give you w-whatever you want." I cry out when he drops his fingers from my clit and brings that hand to grip my waist tightly.

Zanthus presses one last kiss to the back of my neck before brusquely turning me around and laying me out on the bed. I would be more reserved if I didn't feel like I was walking up the steps to heaven--maybe even further than heaven. What Zanthus was doing to me was pure bliss.

"L-Look at you," He whispers, fingers reverent against my skin as they run up and down my body. I blush but he just shakes his head. "You're s-so bloody lovely. The m-most beautiful g-girl I'll ever lay e-eyes on. C-Can't believe you're m-mine."

I let him push my thighs apart, hands on my knees as he'd done earlier. He groans, taking a good look at my entrance before kissing my right knee. When we lock eyes again, it looks like he's just as far gone as I am, although I know I'm much worse off than him, in the most brilliant way possible.

Positions himself over me, he curses before he leans half his body over the edge of the bed. When he comes back up, face flushed and all, he's holding a condom that I assume came from his joggers. He rips it open, depositing the trash beside the bed before pinching the tip and rolling it on.

I squirm when the tip of his cock nudges my slit, not sure if it's from nerves, excitement, or both. He runs a hand down the smooth of my stomach before leaning down. He kisses me with passion, lust, adoration, and so much more. It's got to be one of the most mind-blowing kisses we've ever shared. His tongue runs its course over mine, taking complete and utter control over the whole thing. I reach up and run my hands through his hair.

Zanthus pulls back, still close enough that he's speaking against my lips. "Yeah?" He asks, and even though it's just one word, it says so much.

Are you sure you want this? Don't do this for me, you can say no. You can say no anytime. Tell me when it hurts. Tell me what you need. Let me take care of you.

I nod, gripping his hair a bit tighter. He nods back once more before her hover over me a bit more. He

"A...Angel? C-Can I just..." He reaches up and intertwined our fingers together and squeezes lightly. I smiled at the gesture quietly and squeezed back, nodding my head one last time.

I cut him off with a throaty high pitched moan that I couldn't have faked even if I wanted to. "Yes, god, yes, please just-want you. I-er, like it, when you get like this, like-like it when you..." I trail off with a bashful blush, avoiding his eyes.

"Like it w-when I take control?" He reiterated the same thing he said earlier, but this time it's clear we were both on the same page. I nodded eagerly in response and he grinned devilishly. "Fucking hell, you're perfect. S-So fucking perfect."

I keened at that and let my head fall back against the pillows being me. Zanthus moved his hand down my body to, as I assumed, help guide his cock inside me. I took a last breath and felt myself feeling oddly calm about the whole thing. I trusted him, completely.

"Ready?" He asked gently, squeezing my hand again, and I nodded quickly. Zanthus was about to take my virginity, and I wanted it more than anything. He was about to be inside of me, he was going to feel all of me.

Zanthus was about to ruin me in the best way possible.

I gasped in a breath when the head of his cock first breached me. It wasn't particularly painful, but it was a bit odd. I was about to bite down on my lip when Zanthus leaned down and captured my mouth in the most soothing yet fierce kiss I'd ever received. This, this had to be the best kiss we'd shared up to now.

The kisses turned from searching tongues to mouths hot and open, panting out against each other as Zanthus inched his cock into me slowly. It had gone from odd, to moderately uncomfortable. Once he was around what I assumed was halfway, it started to get more intense, and even though it burned and felt like he was pushing some boundary not meant to be broken, it also felt exhilarating.

He was inside of me.

He moved his hand from his cock, no longer needing the guidance to keep things steady and in place, and in return he moved his hand up to use his expert fingers on my clit. I moaned loudly, not knowing how to react to feeling so full while simultaneously being pleasured there.

"You're doing s-so good, baby. S-So, so good. You're breathtaking." I wanted more of that, more of his sweet words that left me feeling like I was on cloud nine. "Yeah, yeah, y-you've got it, darling, I'm sorry it hurts. I'm r-right here."

I bit down on my lip to prevent a disgruntled noise when he started to sink deeper, and I hoped he would be bottoming out soon enough. There was so bloody much of him it was hard to tell. "Zanthus I-ah-" His fingers worked faster and served as a perfect distraction.

"A-Almost there baby, I-I've got you. Y-You're taking it s-so well, will make it s-so good for you s-soon." I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth as the burning intensified but didn't protest. I trusted him.

"OH! Ah, okay, okay, yeah, fuck, yeah." He had definitely just bottomed out.

"There you a-are baby, there you are. R-Relax, tell me when y-you're ready." I nodded and took in a few deep breaths, breathing easier as everything became easier and easier the more the burning sensation faded. "T-Take a few breaths, when y-you're ready, just let me make you f-feel good." He murmured against the shell of my ear.

"I-Z, can you please shift a bit..." I motioned towards our lower regions and he understood what I was saying without me having to go any further. He moved around, stretching me out a bit but not moving to do more. I settled once I started to get used to the feeling, the burning fading to a light ache.

"God, l-look at you, love. Wish you could s-see yourself like this. Fucking gorgeous..." He leaned down to trail hot kisses across my jawline that caused goosebumps to ride on my skin. "T-Tell me when you're ready, n-no rush."

I nodded and looked up at him, only to find him already staring. He smiled and leaned down to capture my lips with his in a messy kiss that I wanted to last forever. I decided that I quite liked feeling so full, especially when I was feeling full of Zanthus. After a few minutes of lazy snogging, I decided I was ready.

"Please, move, I want to try...please," I begged him, not an ounce of shame in sight. He smiled at me, giving my forehead a soft kiss before leaning down to press his mouth to my ear.

"Gonna go s-slow at first." I moaned brashly and squeezed his hands tightly, the feeling in my gut clenching when he started to move.

I nodded until I was sure I was dizzy, eyes desperate when I caught his. "I-yes, yes-oh, oh that's-christ." Zanthus slowly began thrusting in and out of me. His cock dragged along my inner walls most gloriously and the stretch became more and more satisfying.

"Yeah, that's it, s-so fucking good. Feels s-so good around me." Zanthus groaned loudly as he pulled the tip of his cock all the way out before slowly sliding it back in with a delicious roll of his hips. He leaned down and latched onto my well-abused number one sweet spot, stubble making me squirm. "T-Tell me what you want." I closed my eyes and envisioned Zanthus fucking me until hot, desperate tears rolled down my face.

I wasn't quite sure what had gotten into me, but something about this whole experience had awoken something in me that I had clearly been ignoring for far too long. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn't pick up the pace in the next few seconds.

"Faster -oh-please, god, faster Zanthus. Want to feel you," He moaned at that and bit down tenderly on my neck, making me do the same in response.

He pulled away from my neck and hovered above me. "Y-You're perfect. Doing s-so well for me. Tell me w-what feels good, yeah?"

I gasped when he pulled out of me like he had done before, slowly, before he plunged back in with a quicker, harsher thrust. It left me breathless and him moaning. "That, yeah that feels...oh. Again, more, please." I wasn't quite sure if he heard me with how quiet I had been, but he simply answered me by executing the same quick, harsh thrust.

I could feel the tip of cock so far inside of me it was going to leave me with a reminder to think about this for days. He started to pick up the pace, and suddenly there was a loud slapping sound that was newly emulating from us as he drove into my tight heat hard and fast.

"S-So tight darling, love having you like this. You're s-so good for me, so perfect."

I garbled a bunch of nonsense in response. The moment his lips ventured down to wrap around my nipples I fully screamed. It was so intense, so much at once, I wasn't properly sure that I could bear it all.

"Can y-you take a little more, darling? Take m-me faster, harder than this? Let me f-fill you up properly?" He whispered the filthy words against the dip between my breast, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my chest until I was whimpering, arching my back and presenting it for his taking.

"Yes, yes, please, feels so good Z," Zanthus smiled dangerously before he let go of my hand, moving it to caress my cheek softly, a delicate reassurance through all of this.

"Wrap your legs a-around my waist, baby, push yourself b-back on me." I did just that, thigh gripping wildly against his sides and giving my best effort as I tried to let myself fall in sync with his timely thrust, pushing my core towards him every time he pushed into me.

"Yeah, that's it, love, y-you got it. You're s-so good at that, so wonderful." I keened loudly, then let out a long moan at the praise, which was delivered with three particularly hard and fast thrusts, the rolling of Zanthus's hips being executed beautifully.

"Yes, yes, I'm-" I blushed, realising I'd gotten too caught up in everything for a moment.

"Oh..." Zanthus trailed off, intrigue clear as day in his face. "Like that, did you? Liked it w-when I called you good?" I nodded begrudgingly while doing my best to hold in my moans until this moment passed. Zanthus smiled, leaning down to press hot kisses down my neck, every now and then venturing off to tease my nipples. "Can't even t-tell you have fucking good you a-are. The b-best, s-so, so good. Always good for m-me, aren't you darling? Always so sweet for me."

"Oh-ohmygod-holy-fuck, Zanthus, there again, please what was-" Zanthus chuckled and retreated from my neck, but first taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling.

"Your g-spot, baby. F-Feels so good, doesn't it?" I could feel tears of pleasure brimming my eyes as Zanthus perpetually aimed for my g-spot.

It came as no surprise to me that Zanthus was able to reduce me to tears in a time like this.

He let go of my hands to move them to hold down my hips, keeping me in place while he got rougher, faster, harder. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he used his fingers to pinch my nipple, his mouth and scruff to pleasure my neck, all the while speeding up the pace and power of his thrusts. I didn't think I was going to last much longer.

"Fuck darling, look at you. F-Falling apart while I'm inside you like that. Fucking beautiful, a s-sight you are." He groaned as he stroked particularly deep inside me. Zanthus squeezed my nipples harder before biting down hard on my sweet spot before he began to let his tongue dance around the sensitive skin.

I screamed when he thrust particularly hard, hitting my g-spot in a way he hadn't before. My stomach was clenching and I was inches away from coming on his cock. "Yeah, that's it. Enjoy yourself, darling. L-Let it all out"

Enjoying myself is something I did well and proper. I screamed, thrashed around, though the thrashing was to no avail. Zanthus held my hips down against the bed with vigour and kept on torturing my climax out of me. I could feel that I was on the edge.

"Want you to come with m-me, baby. Want to s-see you, want it to be good, yeah?"

I felt tears running down my cheeks from sheer pleasure and I nodded, unable to articulate myself any further than that at this moment, too far gone.

"Yeah, darling, c-come on Angel. You're s-so perfect, you deserve it." I whined and threw my head back, but Zanthus tipped my chin down, watching me with determination. I could feel my insides pulling and bringing me to the edge at the sound of Zanthus' voice and the moves he was making.

"Come, Angel." I moaned loudly, thrashing as Zanthus fucked into me without restraint. He moaned loudly before gripping my chin tightly, both our lust-driven eyes locked. "Come for me, b-baby. You've got it, f-feel perfect. Come for me, come now."

And Come I Did.