“My Rebecca,” he murmured. “My angel.”
He dipped his fingers into her, stroking deep. Her hips arched and she dug her nails into his shoulders; her damp mouth moved in wordless moans against his chest. Her slickness coated his fingers and her muscles constricted.
His control snapped.
He barely spared a moment for a condom before he tumbled her to her back. Pushing himself up over her, he kissed his way down her body and lavished her skin with nips that made her gasp. As he slid off the end of the bed, he drew her legs with him and parted her thighs so he could kneel on the floor between them. He lowered his head to taste her sweetness. She tensed, crying out his name.
He stroked her with his lips and tongue until her voice rose and broke, over and over again, and she twisted in his grip. The taste of her when she lost herself was maddening, the quiver in her thighs and the clenching of her body enough to drive him over the edge. Without giving her a chance to regain her senses, he twined his body with hers and slipped into her heated, pulsing folds.
She clung to him, whispering his name in shuddering gasps as he surged into her with a groan. He claimed her lips and stroked deep, matching the rhythm of his thrusts until the intensity of their joined mouths and bodies overwhelmed him. He took her faster, deeper, seeking that cataclysmic union that would make them one. They crashed together, and she fell into the abyss with him as he threw his head back with a hoarse cry and surrendered to his pleasure.
Panting, he collapsed at her side and drew her close. He couldn’t stand to let her go. He cradled her against his uninjured side and kissed her temple. Together they lay in a tangle of sheets and each other, sweat cooling on their skin. Rebecca rubbed her cheek to his shoulder with a contented murmur, and he smiled.
“Are you sure you made the right decision?” Tony whispered.
Rebecca raised her head and met his eyes. All the conviction, all the faith in the world was in her gaze, and in her voice. Faith in him. Faith in their love. “Positive,” she said. “I love you.”
“As I love you.” He smiled. “You know, Rebecca…you finally made me believe.”
She raised a brow. “In God?”
“No.” He drew her down to kiss her. “In us. Even if you aren’t really an angel.”
“Oh, Tony.” She laughed, and brushed her lips to his. “Around you, I never was.”