The Devil's Angel

by M. O. Kenyan

  Yvan went back into the room, his bare feet caressed by the plush carpet. “Rae, baby, wake up. You need to take a shower.”

  “Mmmph.” Rae pouted then turned away from him.

  Yvan would have loved to let her keep sleeping. But he had to wash off the blood staining her skin, for himself as much as Rae. He didn’t want her waking up and seeing more evidence of the brutal attack. And Yvan just wanted to take off the items of accusations staring back at him, telling him that he was a failure. He untied the belt of her silk robe, and when she didn’t move to stop him, he pushed the two sides apart, opening her body up to his full view.

  “Incredible,” Yvan murmured under his breath.

  He wanted to caress her, kiss her from head to toe. The ugly bruises that Rubi had left behind in her wake of terror didn’t take away the beauty of Rae’s body. Her breasts were full and plump, her nipples pebbled and begging for his lips, her belly was flat and desirable, and the rest of her was hidden underneath a white lace panty. How he wanted to pull the material away with his teeth. Kiss her most intimate place and lick off her sweet nectar. Yvan shook his head to clear the lust out of his mind. She was his wife, and her body belonged to him. His baser instincts raged wild inside him, begging him to take her. But the more sensible side of himself felt guilty, desiring his wife as he did when she was hurt.

  Yvan covered her with the extra towel he’d brought, his groin punching into his own towel in protest. “I know just how you feel.” He shook his head and muttered, “I think I’m going crazy. I’m now talking to my penis.” Yvan promised himself that he would spend forever making love to her. He had waited a year for her, what was a couple more days? I’m going to die if I don’t make love to her soon.

  “I know I’m not as pretty as her.”

  Yvan’s head shot up at the sound of her voice. “Hey, baby.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. He blinked back the tears threatening to betray the pain he felt in his heart. “Are you ready for your shower?” Yvan caught the tear rolling down her temple with a kiss. “Hey, no crying. I promise not to hog the shower.”

  Rae’s eyes went saucer-wide in panic.

  “Unless you prefer I don’t—”

  “No! I want you to.” Rae covered her mouth, and Yvan chuckled—it was obvious she didn’t want to sound so enthusiastic about it.

  “I’m your husband. My body is yours and your body is mine. You can take from me whatever you wish.”

  “It’s just that…” She hesitated.

  It was hard for Yvan to see the truth in her eyes. Usually one glance and he could tell what her fears were. But now, although they were better than a few hours ago, her eyes still seemed swollen shut to him. He missed her honest, honey-brown eyes, the crow’s feet that formed when she smiled, and how they fluttered closed when she was shy or embarrassed. Yvan missed them, and his heart broke each second they were hidden away from him.

  “You know you can tell me anything.”

  Rae began to nod, but the action seemed to hurt, and she stopped. “I just thought that you were comparing me with…with…”

  “Rubi.” The name tasted rotten on the tip of his tongue. Anger coiled within him, shooting its sparks to every inch of his body. Yvan clenched a fistful of cotton in his palm. He looked away, averting the rage he knew gleamed in his eyes from Rae. Yvan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He recited a mantra he had learned on his journey. It was supposed to help him with his temper.

  “I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

  Yvan exhaled, letting go of the anger. He smiled at her, trying his best to make sure it didn’t look as weak as it felt. “You, my dear angel, could only make me happy. Never angry. Horny too…you have the sexiest body I have ever seen.”

  “Even without…”

  Yvan didn’t want to be vulgar with her. He never wanted her to see that side of him. But he had to prove his point somehow. He grabbed her palm and pressed it against his aching groin, then let out a hiss when the warmth of her hand met the surging heat pulsating there.

  Yvan saw the surprised look on her face that quickly transitioned to fear. He swallowed hard and, in a voice barely audible to his own ears, said, “I want you. I think my balls are going to burst if I don’t have you soon. I don’t want to fu—I mean, have sex with you. I want to make love to you. And once I start, I promise never to stop. That’s why we’re taking a month-long honeymoon. Hopefully, thirty days of uninterrupted loving will settle my hunger for you. I need to go back to work eventually, and an everlasting erection while trying to make a business deal with old farts in suits is not a good look for me.”

  Rae giggled. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. Just a few more seconds, his penis pleaded. Yvan was just about to let go when he felt Rae’s fingers curling around his dick through the thick, cotton towel. His jaw clenched down, his head thrown back, as he let out an oath.

  “You are hurt, mi amor. The way I want you, I think we better wait until you’re fully healed.” That’s what his lips said, but his hips lifted off the bed as Rae’s grip grew tighter.

  “I just want…something.” Her voice was timid, virginal.

  “It’s going to hurt the first time, mi amor, and I am mad with need.” Yvan chewed the corner of his lip and let out a whimper. Something, that’s what she wanted. Damn did he know that feeling. His balls wanted something too…release. “Okay, but first a shower.”

  Chapter 9

  Yvan gathered Rae in his arms, abandoning her towel and robe, walked into the bathroom, and under the shower with her. It wasn’t going to be a long shower, that was for sure. A rinse was all his body could stand.

  He put her down on her foot and turned her around, her back against his chest. His hands caressed the curves of her body. He let the end of her long braid twirl around his fingers. How he would love to grab hold of it as he took her from behind. But they weren’t there yet. He didn’t know when Rae would be comfortable enough to be that adventurous with him, but he wasn’t in a rush.

  Yvan realized he had never seen her with her hair down. He quickly unbraided her hair and let it spill to the side of her head. He combed his fingers through the curly mess, the water making it curl even more. My babies are going to have this hair. An image of a little girl with wild curls around her face flashed in his mind. He couldn’t wait to start a family with her.

  “Lean back against me. Use my body as an anchor,” Yvan whispered in her ear. She wanted something, right? Well, he was going to give Rae her first orgasm, one that she would never forget.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight against him. With his free hand he caressed the flat belly he had admired so much. In his mind he could already see it round, full with his baby. He snaked his hand down her abdomen to cup her. He let out a cuss word when he felt the fabric there. His first instinct was to tear it off, but he decided to tease her first. The friction of the lace against her clit would definitely excite her.

  With a slow, circling motion he rubbed the hilt of his palm against her center. He chuckled when Rae hissed and muttered a bunch of incomprehensible words. For a second he thought he heard her curse and that just made him even hotter for her.

  It was a good thing the towel was still secured around his waist. Otherwise, he would have had her bent over as he buried himself to the hilt in her sweet warmth. Yvan bet Rae was as tight as a fist. He had never had sex with a virgin before, so loving Rae promised to be an experience he would never forget. Yvan felt pride swell in his chest. Rae was untouched. Only he would teach her how to quench her dark desires, how to use her carnal knowledge to drive both him and herself to the cliff of a climax. She might not be his first, but Yvan swore that he would be her last.

  The motion of her ass grinding on his groin pulled Yvan out of his thoughts and into the bathroom. He gripped the lace, and with a strong tug, he ripped it clear off her. His fingers returned to her center. Parting her nether lips, he teased her clit. Yvan had to tighten
his hold around her waist when she just about darted out of his grip.

  “Shhh. It’s okay, let go. I got you.”

  Yvan buried his face in her neck, breathing in her vanilla scent and that of her building orgasm. He felt Rae writhe against him. She whimpered his name, her fingers grabbing the towel and eventually pulling it to the ground. When she lost hold of that, she grabbed his butt cheeks in her palms, squeezing them. Rae bucked against his fingers as they teased and dipped inside her, while Yvan ground against her ass. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned having his first climax with her, but having her come undone in his arms was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

  “Faster, harder,” Rae called out, her desperate pleas bouncing around the bathroom walls. As the dutiful husband, Yvan was only too happy to oblige.

  “Let go, Rae.”

  “I don’t want to lose this feeling.”

  “Trust me, just let go. It gets better.”

  Yvan’s pulse elevated, thudding perilously in his throat when Rae’s fingernails dug into his cheeks. Yvan humped her ass harder, needing the release that she desperately wanted to hold on to. He couldn’t come before she did.

  “Let go, Rae!” Yvan barked, and as soon as the order left his lips, Rae’s shriek of pleasure pierced the lust-filled air.

  Yvan’s fingers worked feverishly, wanting to milk everything out of her. He was going to leave her satisfied before he claimed his own pleasure. When Rae’s body went limp against him, he knew it was his turn. His arm tightened around her waist, and his now free hand gripped her breast as his hips moved faster as he bucked harder against her ass.

  “Fuck!” Yvan threw his head back and yelled as his orgasm wracked through his body. His climax brought him to his knees and Yvan pulled Rae down with him. He lay back on the tiles as his body still vibrated with the strength of his release. Yvan thought his heart had stopped as his whole body cramped.

  They lay there in silence, listening to the beat of the water droplets against the tiles. Yvan pulled Rae from on top of him and tucked her against his side. Rae looked at him with awe in her eyes. He had barely done anything and she worshiped him. A cocky grin curled his lips. He couldn’t wait to teach her the wonders of the bedroom.

  “That was amazing.”

  “It will be better when I’m inside you.”

  “Really? Then let’s do it now.”

  Yvan couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that left his lips. A few minutes ago she was terrified of the bulge beneath the towel and now she was ready to tame the one-eyed snake.

  “Was it as good for you as it was for me? I know you’ve had plenty…”

  “There is no one else, Rae. No one has made me feel so much. I have never felt like that before with anyone else. You, mi angelita, are the woman I’ve been waiting for. You fulfill my emotional and sexual needs. It was beautiful, even though I think I have claw marks on my ass.”

  Rae’s hand flew to cover her gasp as her eyes went wide.

  “I don’t mind a little pain with pleasure.”

  “Speaking of pain, we should probably get off this floor.”

  “Oh God!” Yvan said when he saw the palm print on her breast. He didn’t know how she was able to endure the pain, especially with her bruised ribs. “I’m sorry, I was so selfish.”

  “Never apologize for that. It was the best experience of my life.”

  Yvan got up and picked Rae up off the floor. He tucked her into bed naked. Yvan felt Rae’s eyes follow his naked body as he walked around the room. He hid his grin. He had never felt so adored while someone was ogling his nude form. Yvan retrieved her pain medication and antibiotics from the medicine bag the nurse had given him. He picked up a bottle of water from the table and walked back to her side of the bed.

  “I don’t want to sleep yet.” Rae pushed his hand away.

  “It will help with the pain.”

  “Make love to me, that will help with the pain.” She gave him an adorable, impish smile.

  “Not today, Rae. You have to get better, and I have to get condoms—”

  “What for?” she cut him off. “Don’t you want to have babies with me?”

  “Of course I do. I just don’t want to rush you. I thought you would want some time to adjust to us living together before bringing a child into the mix.”

  “I want a baby, Yvan. The sooner the better. A little piece of you I can keep with me when you go to work.”

  Yvan smiled at her. “Not today.”

  “When?” she asked, sticking out her bottom lip.

  Yvan regarded her with stunned amusement. “Soon. Now take your medication.”

  “Not yet, one more.”

  “One more what?” he asked.

  “I want to feel that explosion one more time tonight.”

  “You want me to make you come?”

  Rae nodded.

  “Okay, medicine first.”

  Rae took her pills without argument.

  Yvan set the glass on the table and climbed into bed beside her. He sneaked his hand under the covers and pulled Rae’s petite body close to his. Yvan planted feather-light kisses on her lips and face. He couldn’t kiss her like he wanted to. The last thing he wanted was to aggravate her hurt jaw and split lips.

  Rae turned her body to face him, and Yvan pushed her to lay flat on her back. He parted her thighs and caressed them. Yvan focused on the thigh with the missing leg. He felt her body tense up as her hand tried to stop any further perusal. Yvan pushed her hand away. She turned to face him, and he could see the silent plea in her eyes.

  “In my eyes, you are whole. God made you perfect, just for me. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to love your body, Rae. My body, my gift from God.”

  Yvan had to make her realize that he accepted her the way she was. That he didn’t see the flaws she saw. All he saw was the woman he was deeply in love with. The woman he could have lost a few hours earlier. The woman without whom life wouldn’t be worth living. Yvan knew he would have died if he had lost her. His tombstone would have read died of a broken heart.

  “Let me take care of you. Relax.” Yvan caressed her clit. The room filled with the sound of Rae’s sharp intake of air. Yvan pulled his hand back and brought it to his face, smelled it like it was a sweet-scented rose, and licked it like it was nectar. He brought his wet fingers back to her center and caressed her.

  “Yvan, I want to touch you.”

  With his free hand, Yvan guided Rae’s hand to his groin. It was a good thing she was just as desperate to touch him as he was, because his member was begging for attention. He swallowed back the lump that formed in his throat when her dainty fingers curled around his engorged member. He showed her how to caress him, and when he thought she had gotten the hang of it, he let her go.

  Yvan tried to focus his attention on the pleasure he was bringing Rae. It was difficult, especially since she held him tight and rubbed him up and down with a fevered commitment. Rae tugging hard on his penis surprised him, and the sensation of both pleasure and pain caught him so off guard that he couldn’t stop himself from climaxing. His hips lifted off the bed. Yvan’s orgasm slammed into him like a freight train, his cum jetting out of him in three strong pulses. His head lolled on his pillow as he came down from his high, his body relaxed and sated.

  “Oh God!” Rae gasped in shock as she sat up. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You almost killed me, but no. You did everything right,” Yvan mumbled as his heartbeat slowed down to normal. “You’ll be the death of me, Mrs. D’Alessandro.”

  “So I did a good thing?”

  “You did the best thing.”

  Yvan turned to face Rae when she went silent all of a sudden. “What is it?”

  “That’s what’s going to make our baby?”

  Yvan looked at the cum spilled on his flat belly. He was about to give a lesson of the birds and the bees to his wife. “Yes. When I come inside you, that’s what’s going to make a baby.” Yvan
gave her a once-over and realized she was still frustrated. “Lay back, darling. I’m about to do something that no other man will have the pleasure of doing.”

  Yvan settled himself between her thighs. He expected her to protest or stop him, so he watched her for a couple of seconds. The rapid rise and fall of her chest and quick, short breaths told him that she was anticipating this as much as he was. Yvan gave an opened-mouthed kiss to her nether lips, and he had the satisfaction of hearing her gasp. He licked her clit and felt her thighs tense. He was sure that those luscious thighs would soon be clamped around his head as she rode his mouth to pleasure.

  Yvan could hardly wait to see Rae lose herself to her baser instincts to fulfill her need. Pulling her clit into his mouth, he teased it with his teeth. Yvan sucked on her as if he was a baby nursing on her breast. His hand slid up her body and twirled her nipples. The harder his mouth sucked the more Rae’s body moved. He dipped his tongue in her opening, and Rae tried to pull back. She tried to use her elbows to rise to a sitting position, the pleasure obviously becoming too much for her to bear. Yvan pushed her back down and held her in place, restricting her movement. Rae let out an untamed cry as her fingers buried in his hair. Yvan was willing to lose the hair he had grown in the past year for her pleasure. It would totally be worth it.

  Rae bucked off the bed, her grip on Yvan’s hair tightening as she pressed him against her center. She planted her one leg firmly against the mattress, and Yvan held it there. Her hips rose off the bed, taking Yvan with them, and her waist moved quickly as she rode his mouth. It was a weird feeling, but Yvan was proud. He sucked her harder, using his teeth to tease her, his fingers pumping into her opening. The walls of her vagina clamped down hard on his fingers and he knew she was about to come. He couldn’t wait to taste her. Yvan bit down on her clit but not hard enough to hurt her. Her hips arched off the bed as she screamed out her release. Rae fell back on the mattress, breathing hard. Yvan licked the evidence of her climax off her.

  Yvan moved over her. He held himself up as he watched her come down from her high. Her sweaty body relaxed as the covers soaked up the moisture.