Angel’s bliss by Dripping Creativity

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“My aunt likes to remind me I need to lose some weight, especially if I want men to find me attractive,” Ava said in a low voice. 

“Fucking hell, Ava. There is nothing wrong with your body, you don’t need to change anything to make men want you,” Zane tried to tell her. He knew years of being told something wouldn’t go away that easily. But he would tell her every day that she was beautiful, he would show it to her, until she believed it and he had erased the words of the fucking which of an aunt had put in her mind. “Is that why you never let me treat you to deserts?” he asked. She just nodded. Zane kissed her, the kiss was filled with passion, but not the desperate burning kind. No, he wanted to show her he desired her in a deeper way than just to fill his urgent needs. As they finally broke apart, they were both out of breath. “I know it’s hard for you to believe me, angel. But you are beautiful. If I didn’t have my reputation and two of the best bodyguards to help me, I would have to fight every fucker on the street to keep them away from you. But you are mine, Ava. You just belong to me, and I worship your body,” he told her. He saw the blush on her face which slowly descended down her cleavage. “Do you trust me?” 

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“Yes,” she said. She said it without hesitation, and it had Zane both soaring from pride and pleasure, and squirm in anguish from the knowledge he would have to let her go. 

“Then trust me when I say you are perfect just the way you are,” he told her and turned her around to face the mirror again. He swept her hair from her shoulder and kissed her on it before meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You have the eyes of sparkling sapphires, hair like spun gold and lips that is begging to he kissed,” he said, gently dragging his thumb over her lower lip before letting his hand run down her throat. 

“Your breasts are perfect fit to hold and soft under my hands, with nipples that respond to my every tease,” he continued and let his hands mould her breasts. 

“Zane,” she objected. 

“Hush, look at what I’m showing you and listen to what I say,” he told her. “Your stomach is amazing and the perfect way to get to your hips that are just begging me to grip them and make sure your body is pressed up against mine.” Zane let his hands travel down Ava’s body and take a hold of her hips. He used his grip to slowly rock her against his erection. “You can’t tell me you can’t feel how I react to your body. Your ass moves so sexy in my hands when you straddle me and entice my cock when you rub it against me,” he said. He looked over Ava’s shoulder, into the mirror and saw Ava looking at his hands as they gripped her hips. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he kissed her neck again. “Your legs are carved to pure perfection, and they go on forever,” he told her, letting one of his hands caress. down her leg. “And then we have your pussy. By God, angel, there is nothing on this earth that entice me as much as your pussy. I could spend hours eating it, I have spent hours eating it. I love the feel of it around my cock, how I can feel your need as you contract around me,” Kane whispered. He let his hand move up her leg and down, under the little triangle of fabric. He could feel the little tassel of hair she had left on top of her pussy and he felt how wet she was. He dipped a finger into her and listen to her moan. “I love the sounds you make,” he told her and watched as she tilted her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Ah, ah, look at what I’m doing, Ava. Keep your eyes on my hands as they worship every inch of you.” Hef eyes fluttered open and looked down to his hands. “Good girl, do you trust that I’m telling you the truth?” There was a silent pause. 

“Yes,” she finally sighed.. 

“Good girl, let me show you. Don’t take your eyes off my hands,” he told her again. The hand that wasn’t pumping a finger into her pussy, moved over her body. Exploring all the skin it could find, pulling the cup of the bustier down to let it feel the naked breast against its skin. 

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“Zane,” Ava panted. 

“Are you getting close?” 

“Yes.” 

“Look at yourself, angel. Look at yourself and see what I see when I look at you, my angel,” he told her and added at finger to his thrusts and let his thumb circle her clit. His other hand pinched her nipple and she fell apart in his arms, ‘she cried out and Zane felt her body go rigid and her pussy contort around his fingers. “Good girl, just let go, Ava,” he whispered, making sure she didn’t close her eyes. When she relaxed, he tilted her head onto his shoulder and kissed her. “If you ever feel like you aren’t beautiful, tell me and I will do my best to convince you otherwise,” he told her. 

“Okay,” she agreed. Zane kissed her again and ignored the little voice in his head telling him he had shown too much of his feelings. Ava needed it. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said. 

“You are forgetting the shower,” she reminded him. 

“I can just rinse the hand off in the sink.” 

“You could, but I was looking forward to the shower,” Ava told him. 

“Shower it is,” he said as he started taking his clothes off. 

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Almost an hour later, Zane carried a happy and very relaxed angel to his bed. Neither of them had bothered putting clothes and Zane liked that Ava felt comfortable enough to be naked around him outside of their sexual activities. Knowing she wasn’t entirely comfortable in her own body, made it even more special. He sat her down on the bed and she reached for the first aid kit and patted the bed next to her. Zane sat down and held out his hand and she put on a new bandage and reached for the ice bag. It had turned into a bag of water. Zane laughed at the surprised look on her 

face. 

“I can go and get another one,” she offered. 

“Oh no you won’t. I’m not having you get dressed now that I have you naked. And you are sure as fuck not going to walk down to the kitchen naked.” 

“That we agree on,” Ava said, blushing. 

My hand will be fine; the swelling will have gone away tomorrow.” 

“Fine,” she agreed, not sounding happy. Her phone dinged and she picked it up and a giggle escaped from her as she read the text. 

“What is so amusing?” Zane ast 

G: Ryder just sent a message to me. 

Avá turned the phone so he could read. It was a series of texts from Gabriel. 

G: How does Ryder have my number? 

G: He wants to know if I had a good time tonight, what do I say? 

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G: I said yes. Now he wants to know if I would like to go for coffee sometimes. Do I say yes? I kind of want to say yes. But should I? Maybe I shouldn’t. But I want to. 

G: Aaaavvvvvaaaa where are you? I need you! 

Zane had to laugh. “Be merciful and let him out of his misery,” he told her. She started typing and Zane found himself curious about what she was telling Gabriel to do. “What will you tell him to do?” 

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“Who do you think gave Ryder Gabriel’s number?” she asked with a huge grin. Zane laughed again. 

“Scheming against my men after only a week?” 

“If I had left it to the two of them, they would have grown old before doing anything. I just gave a subtle little nudge by giving Ryder Gabriel’s number. I didn’t even tell him he should reach out. I just handed him the information and let him decide what he would do with it. I’m proud he reached out, and in less than twenty–four hours.” 

“I think I need to add you to my strategizing group. We could use someone with a little subtle touch,” Zane said, only half joking. 

“I only scheme the love life of my friends, I’m afraid.” Zane gave her a kiss when she put her phone down. 

“Time for bed, angel. We have a full day tomorrow.” 

“We 

do?” she asked as she let herself be guided under the sheets. 

“Yes, and before I forget it, do you think you can ask Gabriel if he can drop by tomorrow? I can send a car for him, he can have lunch and then we can talk business,” Zane asked as he slid in after her and pulled her to him. 

“Should I be worried?” 

Chapter Comments 

Morgan 

Kane?? 

Morgan 

didn’t she eat a whole plate of cookies? and had cherry pie right after breakfast…