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“D’you want more?” I darkly tease.
“Uh-huh,” she manages in a quiet moan.
I watch as her eyes darken with desire, her mouth parting in invitation. Feeling her heat and the slickness between her thighs, I can barely hold back any longer. I trail kisses down her stomach, teasing her navel with my tongue, before finally burying my face between her legs.
As I taste her, Helena moans and writhes beneath me, her hips bucking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. I am lost in her, driven to bring her to the brink over and over again until she wriggles away, spent and panting.
The raw passion between us becomes too much to bear, and I finally give in to my darkest urges.
“D’you want me...?” I gasp, my breath hot against her ear. “Inside of you? Fuck, I want you so badly...”
Helena nods, her breath coming faster now, and I slide slowly between her legs. Our eyes meet, and I’m filled with a deep sense of connection, as if our souls were intertwining in that moment. I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers, and then finally thrust deep inside her.
We both cry out in pleasure, our bodies shuddering as I move deeper into her. I kiss her hungrily, exploring her body with my fingertips as I take her higher and higher. The room is soon filled with the sounds of our frenzied lovemaking, skin slapping against skin, moans filling the air.
A possessive rage consumes me and my firm grip slides down the length of her jaw, coaxing her gaze to meet mine. “Eyes on me, babe,” I growl low, a thrill zipping through my heart. “Allthe time.”
I take her higher and higher as our bodies move in perfect harmony, every thrust intensifying our pleasure. And though this won’t last forever, in this moment, nothing else matters.
Helena’s cries become louder, her muscles trembling with each delicious sensation I evoke. I guide her over the brink of ecstasy just as a rush of heat sears down my spine and I find ultimate satisfaction in our mutual release, our screams echoing through the stormy night.
We sink into each other’s arms, our hearts pounding in time. Spent and satisfied, we lay in silence for a few moments before Helena whispers, a smile gracing her beautiful face, “That was amazing.”
My lips meet hers in a final, lingering kiss. “It sure was,” I reply.
Helena wraps her arms tight around me and places a soft kiss against my neck. I smirk as I pull her to me, knowing that I left my mark—in more ways than one.
CHAPTER12
Raphael
The first raysof dawn begin to filter through the blinds, illuminating the bedroom in a muted, golden light. On the bed, Helena lies curled against me, her eyes closed and her body pressed close to mine. Long dark lashes fan out from her cheeks, and the tips of her hair, still damp from the night before, tickle my bare shoulder.
My heart swells at the sight of her, and I smile, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. It’s almost painful seeing her so at peace and vulnerable; she’s usually so guarded, so determined to keep her distance. This forbidden slice of intimacy feels more precious than all the hedonistic trysts that came before.
Careful not to wake her, I slip from the silken sheets and pad across the plush carpet to the balcony doors. The morning air washes over my skin, crisp and salty, as I step outside, overlooking the awakening city.
Below, the streets come alive with commuters blinking sleep from their eyes. So ordinary, so fleeting. Hard to believe angels and demons walk unseen amongst them.
I glance back through the glass doors to where Helena still dozes, hair a riotous tumble across the pillows. An ache swells in my chest. I want this stolen moment to last forever.
But cold reality awaits us both beyond these walls. This night was but a fantasy, a delicate soap bubble floating precariously through a harsh world.
Leaning against the railing, I turn my eyes to the heavens as the faintest violet touches the undersides of scattered clouds. Somewhere in the city, my brothers prepare to start another monotonous day pretending to be human while keeping the cosmic forces in check.
What would they say if they knew I was tangled in forbidden sheets with our ancestral enemy’s kin? No doubt they’d accuse me again of shirking duties, ignoring wisdom’s warnings.
Perhaps there is some truth to that. I’ve always struggled to deny myself earthly pleasures and follow sterile rules. But in this moment, I cannot force myself to regret last night’s choices.
A warm hand trails across my shoulders as Helena joins me outside, the oversized shirt she borrowed slipping alluringly off one golden slope.
“No rest for the righteous archangel?” she asks, stifling a yawn behind her hand.
I draw her close, arms entwining her soft waist. “Some things matter more than rest.”
Tilting her face up to mine, I capture her lips in a slow kiss filled with all the words we dare not say aloud. It feelsright—being with her. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this sensation before. I don’t linger too much on it, though. For now, it’s enough to simply be present in each other’s arms as the new day dawns.
When we finally and reluctantly part, Helena attempts a teasing smile. “I suppose you’ll return repentant to your heavenly duties after spending the night cavorting with the damned?”
