The solitary Isabella found herself in a precarious situation. A raging fire caused by a fallen candle had engulfed her quaint little home, leaving her trapped and terrified. She was in the shower, and when she came out, all exits were already sealed off by dancing heat. She was naked, wet, and afraid.

As her life flashed before her, she could see the missed opportunities and regrets piled up like a heavy weight on her toes. She longed for meaningful connections with others and lamented not being more open-minded in seeking new friendships. The guilt of selfish choices and spiteful thoughts consumed her as she coughed and wheezed, regretfully realizing that forgiveness may never come. The smoky air only added to the suffocating feeling inside her.

But just when she’d reached acceptance, and she was against a wall, her front door became flying splinters, and a hero braved the smoke and flames. Isabella watched in awe as he approached, his bulky suit and helmet making him look otherworldly. He extended a gloved hand towards her, and with a surge of adrenaline, Isabella threw out her arm. She was yanked into the protective arms of her savior and freed from collapsing hell.

Once they were a safe distance away, Isabella coughed as paramedics examined her up and down, which was easy access since all she was wearing was a towel. Her chest heaved up and down as the calm, cool air filled her lungs and slowly subdued her body’s shakiness.

The man who saved her took off his mask and firemen’s jacket covered with shrinking cinders. He was sweating, glistening. His physique was sculpted with the precision of a Greek artist, every muscle defined and explosive. Broad shoulders carried the weight of heroism effortlessly, a testament to the countless hours spent training and saving lives. His eyes declared modesty in every act he’s done and every life he’s saved. He was an angel from heaven.

“You doing alright?” he asked, nearly sparkling. “You seem unhurt.”

Isabella blushed and covered her intimate flesh. “I’m unhurt, yes. Thank you so much…” She read his nametag. “Jack. Thank you.”

“Do you have anywhere you can stay?” Jack asked. “Family or friends? I can arrange a temporary setup for you.”

“I don’t have anyone,” she finally admitted with a heavy sigh.

Jack’s expression softened but still exuded confidence, and he placed a comforting hand on her round shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“Isabella,” she replied.

“Well. We could bunk you up in a hotel for now. Or…”

“Or?”

“We have temporary housing available. A few of us volunteer our own homes. I can set you up with something nice.”

“I don’t deserve such hospitality.”

“Nonsense. Say, I have free space at my place. You can stay until you get back on your heels.”

As she settled into the small but cozy bedroom, Isabella couldn’t help but feel unendingly grateful for Jack. He was the complete opposite of herself: brave, strong, and friendly. She was hopeless against his charm and accepted his offer to house her for the time being.

This would grant her an opportunity to repay the person who had saved her. She collapsed onto her bed, closed her eyes, and dreamed about his touch until she was taken into slumber.

When she awoke the next day, she came downstairs in oversized clothing to find Jack sweaty and shirtless from a morning workout. Isabella couldn’t resist ogling his washboard abs and watched with a slight smirk until her angel noticed her presence.

“Hey, settling in just fine?” Jack asked. “Sorry, I couldn’t clean that room before you slept in it.”

“It’s already more than enough. Not only did you save my life, but you’ve given me a place to stay. I’m not used to such kindness. I will make it up to you, I swear.”

“That’s not necessary, Isabella,” Jack replied with a deep voice.

“It is! Isabella insisted boldly. “I’m not good at much, but I’m a solid cook and can take care of dinner until I leave.”

Jack rubbed his rugged chin with interest. “I can’t refuse a lady’s cooking.”

Not too long after, supper time arrived. Isabella put everything she had into the meal. Heart and soul mixed in with perfectly measured seasoning. She sat across from Jack, watching him enjoying his meal with a bit of red on her cheek. The two conversed casually like they were old friends, laughing at each other’s silly stories.

“Why did you become a firefighter?” Isabella asked, entranced.

“Mmm. Mixture of a few things. Common for boys to want to be one when they’re really young. I was a part of that group in kindergarten. Then, later in life, my sister’s apartment burned down. Fortunately, all that was lost was material. But it scared me enough to drive me forward.” Jack chuckled. “A bit lame, I know.”

“Not at all,” Isabella gushed. “Nothing about you is lame. I’ve never come close to doing something as incredible as you. But you gave me a second chance, and I know now that I shouldn’t waste my life.”

“Good on you. You seem quite intelligent, and you’re quite beautiful,” Jack admitted coyly. It was a bashful side he hadn’t shown before. “Having you here makes the house a little brighter.”

“Do you think so?” Isabella gasped.

“Absolutely,” Jack said more softly.

“Jack. If you like my body, I insist that you use it.” Isabella closed the distance, flashing sparkling eyes. “My heart is already yours.”

“I can’t turn a lady down,” Jack said, softly kissing her.

Minutes later, their bodies collided on the sheets with a force that took both of their breaths away. Jack’s hardened fingertips roamed Isabella’s tight body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Isabella gasped as he lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts encased in a lacy bra.

Jack wasted no time swiftly unhooking her bra, freeing her tits from their confinement. He cupped them in his hands, kneading them gently before taking a nipple into his mouth. Isabella moaned softly, running her fingers through Jack’s short hair as he teased her nipples with his tongue.

Isabella’s body trembled with need, the waters of passion pooling between her juicy thighs. She could feel herself growing wild with arousal as she ran her bare leg against Jack’s pants, craving more of his rough flesh. With finesse, Jack slid off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body. His defined muscles rippled under his skin, giving him an almost angelic appearance. The warm lights in the room highlighted every dip and curve.

Jack growled and chuckled, his hands sliding beneath to grip Isabella’s waist and neck. They passionately collided lips, and Isabella rubbed her leg against his frame. They broke from each other only to discard the remainder of their clothing. Jack’s cock sprang free, long and thick and fully erect. He effortlessly pulled her to the edge of the bed, and she spread her thighs wide, waiting to be filled.

Jack took a moment to admire Isabella’s naked form before popping his rock-hard erection into her wet folds. The sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced, a divine union of skin and soul. Isabella’s fleshy walls clamped down on Jack’s hot meat, sucking him deeper within her. The angel moved in an uncoordinated rhythm with her. Each thrust sent ripples of ecstasy burning through Isabella’s blood, her heart becoming a beating hearth.

As the sweat glistened on their bodies, their pace picked up. Jack’s hands gripped Isabella’s hips tightly, guiding her around his cock. The angel kissed Isabella’s neck, his lips leaving a mark beyond skin deep. Their eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze as he gradually increased his pace, pushing himself deeper into her. In that moment, it was as if they were no longer separate beings, but one entity created by the fire and the heavenly light. Isabella tightened around Jack, the climax brewing within her, growing stronger with each thrust.

It was then that Jack’s powerful grip found her most tender spot at the back of her thigh, sending her soaring into a realm of unbridled pleasure that left her breathless and overwhelmed. The force of her orgasm pushed Jack further over the edge, and he roared in agonizing ecstasy as he sent a torrent of his hot cum deep within her.

The pair collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and satisfaction. Isabella sighed and placed her cheek against Jack’s chest. She’d become hopelessly in love with her guardian angel.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, Jack,” Isabella said softly, running a finger against his chest.

“And I’ll do anything to keep you safe,” Jack replied with deep confidence, holding Isabella tight and never wanting to let go.