Page 88 of When Monsters Fight
My breath hitched. I wanted him to continue. To touch me. “Gabriel, will you make love to me?”
“Yes, Rue, with fucking pleasure.”
He planted kisses along my jaw until he reached the sensitive spot just below my ear where he parted his lips and softly sucked on my skin.
Pleasure rolled down my body, nerves tightening at my breasts and between my thighs. “Gabriel…” My voice was breathless as he whisper-kissed his way to my mouth, and when his lips finally claimed mine, heat rushed up to meet my skin, sensitizing every inch of my flesh so that every brush of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue lit a fresh fire of need inside me.
My wings stretched and pulled at my back as he gripped my wrists and tugged my hands above my head. The sensation, a sweet pain, seemed to connect to my pussy, leaving me with an aching throb that needed assuaging.
He covered my body with his but didn’t settle his weight on me, allowing pockets of warm air to spread out between us and slip beneath my clothes to caress my suddenly fevered skin.
I needed to feel him. Naked and slick against me. Inside me.
But he held me captive, plundering my mouth, devouring me with kisses that left me whimpering and begging for more.
GABRIEL
I don’t want to rush this. I’ve waited for so long. Yearned for this connection, this admission, and now that I have her pliant and ready beneath me, I don’t want it to end, despite the ache in my loins and the burning need to consummate.
She tastes like nectar. Her lips, soft and pillowy, her tongue—fuck, I could suck on it all day. But I move down to her breasts, straining against the confines of her shirt. Yes, that needs to come off.
I don’t mean to tear it, but fuck, it’s done now. Oh heavens, she feels so good in my hands, so sweet in my mouth. Every gasp, every cry, inflames me more, and I taste her, every delicious inch, as she writhes and begs, pushing up her hips as I get closer to the epicenter of her need. I can smell her desire, and my mouth pools with saliva.
This time I’m careful, peeling her slacks down past her hips to expose the fruit of her desire. My fruit now.
I free her of her clothing, part her slowly, then dip my mouth to her. Her juices coat my tongue as I taste her, alternating between long, leisurely strokes and feathered laps. She swells and melts against my lips, bucking and grasping at my hair.
Yes. This is mine. Mine. Slick and swollen, just for me. I push my tongue inside her, and she grips it and squeezes.
“Gabriel, please.” Her voice is a strangled plea.
She’s ready, and so am I.
I sit back and push down my waistband to free my arousal, and her eyes go wide, stroking my ego in a way that makes me harder and larger.
“Give it to me,” she demands.
There’s a growl to her tone, hungry and primal, and thecompulsion to satisfy rushes over me, something only a celestial female can accomplish.
Something that, with a severe lack of females in heaven, has been a sensation long missed.
I revel in it now, eager to give her what she demands. She’s wet and warm, stretching to accommodate me but oh so tight. I have to slow down, ease in, inch by inch, until blood is pounding in my head and the nerves at the base of my spine are bunched so tightly I’m afraid I’ll find my release before I can enjoy hers.
I seat myself, and we both groan in unison. Our gazes connect, and she sucks in a breath as I pull out slowly, then gasps as I fill her again. I settle into a rhythm, slow and easy, deeper and deeper, and her walls grow tighter—pulsing, begging me for more. But I need her to say it. I want to hear it.
“Please, Gabriel. I need it. I need it hard.”
“What do you need?” I ease out and thrust once more.
She bares her teeth. “Fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t breathe.”
RUE
My demand lit up Gabriel’s eyes. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my front. My wings flared, then spread flat across my back, tips reaching for the edges of the bed. He cupped my ass, tilting me before entering me with the sweet stretch that burned a path to my heart.
Each thrust hit home, bringing me closer to the release I craved.
“Yes. Yes.”
