Page 28 of When Monsters Fight
“Slow down.” Gabriel extricated me, then pulled the shirt over my head. I shuffled back against him until my back met his chest and sighed when his body heat kissed my skin.
“That feels so fucking good.”
“It will feel better if you take your trousers off. May I?”
“Yes, please.”
His hot fingers grazed my cold skin, then slipped beneath my waistband for a moment as he gained purchase enough to draw my pants down over my hips, leaving my underwear in place. The trail of warmth he left tore another sigh of pleasure from me.
“Maybe don’t make such sounds,” he said in a low voice. “I’m a celestial, not a saint.”
He splayed his palm across my abdomen, and the pulse between my thighs throbbed, wanting more because this felt good. This felt right, but it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
I licked my lips. “Just body heat, Gabriel.”
“I know.” He pulled me closer, spooning me and feeding me the nectar I needed.
My muscles relaxed, and my eyes drifted closed.
“Sleep now, Rue. I’ve got you.”
I was afraid of just that.
Chapter 15
MICHAEL
With title of Supracelestia comes new hungers. The guilt of my past has been lifted by the power that courses through me, and this body…This wonderous body must be fed.
The human I’ve chosen to pleasure me has long, dark hair and large gray eyes. Her body is soft and supple, not as toned as I’d like. Not as athletic, but it will do. Yes, it will do.
She stares up at me in awe and wonder, her mouth parted in ecstasy as I fill her again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, until she’s crying out incoherently.
I cover her face with my palm, focusing on her body, on her breasts as they bounce with every penetration.
“Yes, Michael, yes. I want you.” Her voice is breathless and wanton. “It’s always been you.”
“Yes, Rue, you want this. You’ve always wanted it. I saw how you looked at me. The way you touched me. But youwere afraid of him, of what he’d say or do. But he’s gone now. He’s gone, and you can be mine.”
“Yes, I want you. It’s always been you,” she repeats.
Light swells between us, but I pull it back into myself, body shuddering with a release that is all too mortal. A pleasure I’ve missed.
The woman’s thighs quiver with her own release, hot wetness blooming between us as she proves how much she’s enjoyed our interaction.
But she has no idea how close she’s come to being obliterated by my light. Only a bonded female can withstand the light of celestial procreation.
She moans softly. “Did I do good?”
“Yes. Yes, you did.” I slide my hand down her face to her collarbones and then lower, trailing my fingers down her abdomen.
How was this wonder left in the mixer for so long? I’m glad I claimed her before they could mark her as a Potential.
I might make her mine. Now that my connection to Bee is dead, I’m free to form another.
I smooth her hair back from her face. A face, that on prolonged consideration, looks less and less like Rue.
She whimpers softly in protest as I pull out of her.
