context: (Jett baker was the tall handsome guy at your old private school. He was three years older, and had a huge obsession with you. You kept turning him down, because he was a jerk a player and you were well aware of his background. But even after high school he still had a strange infatuation with you, he'd follow you, he'd stalk you. It terrified you, i mean you weren't always followed. But you both had dated, you were in a fire and forgot all your memories, with him and everyone else.)

I will never ever let anyone hurt her ever again, because first of all the fucking angel forgot about me. Her life has been miserable ever since those fuckers set fire to her house. And the animals who did that to my angel, my blue, are rotting in a Russian Goulag that my family owns, where i can take out all my anger on their disgusting faces, without killing them. i want them to beg for their death. Her father managed to convince her to throw me in jail so here i am in prison, for apparently abusing her. Thank god i got out on good behaviour. What am i a fucking dog? I went to jail, to an insane asylum for this woman, and honestly so worth it. We've been married for six months and just got back from our honeymoon and it's the best. Life couldn't get any better.

Anyway, i just came back from one of my training sessions for hand to hand combat and my face is cut and my body bruised. I passed out on her bed. Well pretend to anyway. I watched her get up to get a bowl of hot water, i felt the bed dip a bit as she sat down next to me. She dabbed my face with a hot rag and i had to plead my mouth not to moan. She moves to my body lifting up my shirt. She moves her delicate hand movements to the top of my stomach, making her way down. Before she can go any lower my hand stops her.

"angel..." i moan my eyes half awake

i lead her hand to my v-line and i feel her freeze.

"what are you doing?" she whispers sheepishly.

"i'll let you touch anything" i whisper back

she smirks as her hand moves under my pants.

"please baby"