Page 64 of Baking and Angels

His hands tore at her underwear, ripping it aside while her own fingers dug at the zipper ofhis jeans.

He groaned again as her fingers found his member, giving it the smallest sip of relief as she squeezed his hardness. Her eyes glowed gold. It was too late. He hadn’t expected this to happen, but he wasn’t surprised. He washuman now.

She scooted up against him, inviting the tip of him toward her entrance. “What are we doing?” she asked, nearly begged, even as he entered, slipping into her wet body, right there on Scarlet’s kitchen counter. Cuddling around him, she rested her head on his shoulder, and they clung together as they joined. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped, but it did nothing to stop her as she rocked her hips, grinding her bud against him.

He couldn’t say anything. Gripping her from behind, pulling her as close as he could, he started pounding into her. Her gasps came out small and sharp with each thrust. It was going too fast. Yet there was no stopping, no slowing. He could feel her draining on his energy as they coupled… as hefuckedher. He didn’t care. She could have it all. He just neededto thrust.

Legs wrapped around him, pulling him tighter. She pressed her lips against his shoulder: a vain attempt to quiet her screams. Liquid gushed down his thighs as he thrust deeper and deeper. He could feel her trembling around him, spasming in pre-orgasm. Grasping her by the throat, he pressed her back onto the cooking surface, violating it with their musk, which only made what they were doing hotter. With his other hand, he tugged her hip hard against him. More leverage to thrust even harder, deeper.

“Rafferty!” she strangled out, and she came. All her muscles clenched around his cock. Her body arched back and her breasts strained the buttons of her shirt, showing him peeks of the lace underneath.

It senthim over.

He thrust hard one final time.

For one dangerous moment, it all went, all of his essence and energy flowed into her, feeding her with his mind, body, and soul. She took it all, glowing brightly like a nova star being born. She would transcend and leave him behind, having completely consumed him, his deep satisfaction filling the void. To give her everything of him so she may be more… death would be sweet, oblivion a righteous reward.

And then itcame back.

He didn’t understand it, but the life force flowed back into him just as his heart had slowed to dangerous stillness. The pleasure he had felt when he came reignited, and he came a second time. He didn’t know such a thing was possible. Helena sat up, his angel burning bright, and wrapped her arms and legs aroundhim again.

“I love you,” she breathed, and those words burned away the dark oblivion, the void of hell, waking him to a warmth and light he had never known before but that he had craved his whole existence. He held on in return in the torrent storm of celestial energy, a mere mortal man grasping at a higher being.

And then itwas over.

They were in the kitchen, having just fucked on the counter.

The light was the same, artificial trying to mimic real.

Already, the cold void of hell and transcendent warmth faded from his memory, leaving only the heavy reality and sparking tingles of bitterpleasure.

“Wow!” Helena breathed, sitting up to smile into his face. “That was insane!” Then she laughed; joyful, merry peals that skipped lightly over his heart like stones over water. “Oh my God, I can’t believe wedid that!”

Exhaustion weighed on his limbs then, and he slumped onto Helena, letting her hold him up as he tried to remember how to breathe.

She seemed to have boundless energy. “You okay?”

“Yes,” he managed to say, though he wasn’t entirely sure it was true. “Sex with one of us always comes with this sort of price.” Though he was confusing himself now. He was the human, she was the demon, so he should have said you. But he couldn’tsay that.

Her laughter faded completely, giving way to her concern. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, threading her fingers once more throughhis hair.

He shookhis head.

They held each other for a long silence, recovering while thoughts slipped in.

“Why wasn’t it like that when we first slept together?” she asked finally.

“I…” He shook his head. “I can’t remember. I… I wasn’t trying to steal your energy from you… I didn’t want tohurt you.”

“But it didn’t feel like this,” she said, her mind working now as she puzzled on it.

Rafferty just wanted to lie down on the floor and go to sleep. “I don’t know. You’re just better at sex than I am,” heanswered.

“Oh, that’s not true,” she chided, nuzzling his neck again.

He mirrored the action, placing a kiss on her soft skin. “I lost control with you,” he said. “I always losecontrol.”

“Hmm” was all she said, then she straightened, slapping his shoulder with comradery. “We better clean up before Scarlet comes in and we get caught.” She slid past him to jump down onto the floor, fixing her skirt and what remained of her panties as she did so. Numbly, Rafferty bent over to draw his own pants up, feeling vulnerable ashe did so.

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