Page 109 of Even Angels fall
“It feels good,” Angélique says in a soft voice, as if she knows where my mind went and she is trying to get me back on track. On the now.
“I’ve been thinking,” I start, choosing my next words carefully, “Do you want to have your hair cut again, or do you want to let it grow?” I want to add again at the end of that sentence, but I have no idea how long Michaël had made her go through with this, so I’m walking on eggshells here.
Angélique raises her face from my chest and I realize that I didn’t even bother getting dressed at all.
She takes a heavy breath before talking.
“I don’t want to cut it anymore,” she says and I think she’s going to leave it at that, but she surprises me with the strength of her next words. “He took away my freedom down to the roots of my hair and it’s high time I reclaim what should always have been mine.”
She surprises me even more when she goes on tiptoe, and with a hand behind my neck, she forces me to bend so she can kiss me.
Her kiss is soft and tentative at first, and I’m not pushing her for more. She’s emotionally shaken and I don’t want to take advantage of it so I let her lead, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for her because after a few soft caresses of her lips against mine, she playfully bites down on my lower lip and my control snaps.
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Elhyor is right. Now that I’m in his arms, kissing him with a hunger bordering on desperation, I know he is right, and that I was lying—at least to myself—when I said I didn’t know what I would do if I thought I only had one day left on earth.
I would fight to get more time for sure, but I would also do whatever I could to make that last day be the most memorable I could.
I slip my tongue between Elhyor’s lips to tangle with his, tasting his desperation the same way he can taste mine. This kiss isn’t soft anymore. It’s a battle to make me feel alive, and Elhyor seems to understand that as he grabs my hips and gives me the impulse to jump, wrapping my legs around his hips.
I want more.
I want him.
And we might be covered in the blood of our enemies, my father’s among those, I don’t care, all I want is this man wholuckily wants me, too, if I can judge by the fact I can feel his hardened cock between us.
He walks to his desk and sits me on it, his hands starting to roam over my clothes without ever trying to remove them.
It won’t do.
I slip my hands between us and unbutton the uniform shirt I’m still wearing. I stop kissing him for only a second to remove the shirt and move to kiss him again, but Elhyor stops me.
His breathing is ragged, and his pupils dilated from the need I can see in them, and yet his hands on my hips hold me in a punishing way so I don’t get closer.
“Wife, if we start this, I won’t be able to stop myself and Cassiopé and Léandre are about to get an eye full. Not that I care about them seeing us, but all I’ll be caring for will be to be inside of you. Repeatedly. And I don’t think you want to miss any time you can get with your best friend.”
His words are like a cold shower, despite the way he said the word ‘wife’ being an aphrodisiac all on its own.
Yes, I want him, and there is no doubt he wants me, too, but once again, he is right.
I toy with his hair before taking a step back.
“Do you have spare clothes?” I ask instead, because yes, I’m covered in blood and if I’m not about to jump into the shower with my husband—shit, I’m married now—or just jump him, I might as well get something more comfortable and less dirty.
Elhyor moves to the same place as last time and retrieves two hoodies, one dark and one black. He doesn’t throw me the sweater though, instead he comes back to the desk with them and slowly he peels my clothes off. First, my uniform pants and then my bullet proof shirt, and pants. When he drops the pants on the ground, there is a distinctive clank that makes me glad I wore them today. When I’m only in my underwear, I see him hesitate just a second before he reaches behind me and removesmy sports bra. There is still hunger in his eyes, but he is still in control, and even if his gaze is heated, he still covers me.
I guess the panties are staying then.
Just as he finally covers the expanse of his tattoos, there is a tentative knock on the door.
Elhyor double checks that I’m covered and then says in a booming voice, “Enter.”
Cassiopé and Léandre enter, and I’m relieved that my best friend isn’t half naked again.
I’m also surprised. Knowing Léandre, I was expecting a sheepish smile or to see him being at least sorry for getting caught having fun while we were away, but there is nothing like that. His face isn’t blank or even cocky. He walked in there as if everything was normal, and I want to scream again that nothing is normal anymore.
