Page 63 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

I laid her back on the bed, spreading the wedding dress beneath us like a white sea. The irony should have been painful, making love on top of the symbol of her marriage to another man. Instead, it felt like we were consecrating it, claiming it, making it ours before it could become his.

I kissed every inch of her skin, starting at her temple and working my way down.

Her forehead, where I pressed a soft kiss before whispering, “For every thought you’ll have of me.

” Her eyelids, “For every tear you’ll cry when you remember us.

” Her lips, “For every word of love we’ll never get to say. ”

Down her throat, where I could feel her pulse racing under my touch. Across her collarbone, where I traced her delicate bones with my fingers. Between her breasts, where I buried my face and breathed her in like she was oxygen and I was suffocating.

“Max,” she gasped when I took her nipple into my mouth, her back arching off the bed. The lace of her bra scraping against my tongue as I worshipped her through the fabric before sliding it aside to taste her properly.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her as if she were afraid I might disappear. I kissed lower, my lips trailing fire across her ribs, her stomach, the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her panties.

When I looked up at her, she was watching me with eyes so full of love and pain that I nearly came undone right there. Her hair was spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips swollen from my kisses, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her hip bone. “So fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at you sometimes.”

I placed a kiss right below her belly button, my eyes welling with tears as I said the words, “For my babies you’ll never get to carry.”

I hooked my fingers in the delicate lace of her panties and slid them down her legs slowly, kissing every inch of skin as I went. Her thighs, her knees, her ankles. When I tossed the scrap of lace aside, she was bare before me. Vulnerable, and perfect, and mine for these last precious hours.

I kissed my way back up her body, taking my time, savoring every taste, every inch, every gasp, and every tear. When I reached her mouth again, she pulled me down for a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and pained.

“Please,” she whispered against my lips. “I need you. I need to feel you everywhere.”

I settled between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. For a moment, we just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air, memorizing this feeling of being on the edge of the most intimate connection.

“Once I’m inside you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

“Then don’t. Stay with me. In here.” She pressed my hand to her chest, right above her heart. “Promise me you’ll stay with me there.”

“Always,” I promised, and then I pushed inside her slowly.

She felt like home. Like the missing piece of my soul, clicking into place. Like everything I’d been searching for my entire life without even knowing I was lost. I stilled for a moment, overwhelmed by the perfection that was her.

I started slowly, each thrust deliberate and deep, pouring everything I felt into the rhythm of our bodies moving together. This wasn’t just sex. This was a symphony played on the broken strings of our souls.

“You feel so good,” I groaned against her neck, my hips finding a steady rhythm that had her gasping beneath me. “So perfect. Like you were made for me.”

“I was,” she panted, her nails raking down my back, marking me as hers. “I was made for you, and you were made for me, and it’s so fucking unfair that we can’t have this.”

The dress twisted around us as we moved, silk caressing our skin. It will be sullied tomorrow. Creased and bent, bearing witness to our love.

“Harder,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Please, Max. I need to feel you. I need to know this is real.”

I gave her what she needed, what we both craved. I claimed her completely, thoroughly, desperately. Every thrust was a prayer to a God who wasn’t listening.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her ear, my pace becoming more urgent as I felt her tightening around me. “No matter who you marry, no matter what happens tomorrow, you’ll always be mine. And I’ll be there every single day to remind you.”

“Yes,” she cried out, her head pushing back into the mattress, her body trembling on the edge of bliss. “Always yours, Max. In every life, in every universe, I’ll always be yours.”

I could feel her climax building, her body tensing beneath mine as her breathing became ragged. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with just the right pressure.

“Come for me, Baby,” I whispered against her lips. “Come for me, and say my name. Let me hear you fall apart.”

“Max,” she gasped, coming undone in my arms, her body convulsing around me.

The sight of her, combined with the sound of my name torn from her throat in ecstasy, was too much. I followed her over the edge, calling out her name as I spilled myself inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

I stayed inside her for a while longer, not ready to pull us apart.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispered against my chest.

“So do I, Baby. So do I.”

We lay there in the aftermath, the silence consuming us both while loud thoughts threatened to break the last moments of our love spell.

Tomorrow there’d be heartbreak and misery, but as I’d heard someone once say, ‘leave tomorrow for tomorrow.’