Chapter 1:
She shivered as the dress fell from her shoulders. She could hear his sudden inhalation of breath. "Love," he swallowed. "What are you wearing?" She tensed, feeling the sudden heat rising in her cheeks. She couldn't look into his eyes, to see the disgust there.
She'd spent hours planning for this, their sort of wedding night. It was as close to a marriage as they'd get. By human standards, this was nothing more than an affair, but he'd chosen her, claimed her, and for as long as she held his attention or until she grew old and died (whichever came first) he was hers. It was as close to permanent as it could get for them.
She'd worried that something like this would happen: he was so very experienced compared to her and he'd been with so many beauties. How could she possibly hold his attention? She questioned why he'd even wanted her in the first place. She wasn't as beautiful, as curvy, and as brave as his previous model-esque conquests. She was just awkward Meg standing in little lace understands and retro seamed stockings in front of this Angel who'd probable been in this situation thousands of times before. He'd probably seen hundreds of girls wearing nearly the same thing, prepared to do exactly what she planned to do with him. She shivered again. She was a fool to think that she could be like any of his other girls.
"I just… I…" she mumbled, wrapping her arms around her waist and giving him her back. "I wanted it to be special, our first time." She could hear the tears in her voice and she swallowed, desperately trying to keep them back. "Look at me," he commanded, turning her to face him again. "You're gorgeous," he stated, kissing away the tears she hadn't realized had started to roll down her cheeks. "I thought I could take this slowly for you, but how am I supposed to control myself when you're so beautiful?" he said, before roughly pulling her against the warm hardness of his body.