Page 89 of When Monsters Fight
The wet slapping sounds we made served only to heighten my pleasure.
“Fuck,” Gabriel said. “Fuck, Rue, you’re so fucking tight. I need…Fuck…” He growled, his hips a piston against my ass.
A surge of heat rushed up to hug my throat, and my vision whited out as I came over and over with every thrust.
He made a guttural sound and stilled, grinding his hips against me as he filled me with his heat.
He leaned over me, still pulsing inside me, his hands roving over my wings, stroking the muscles that tethered them to my back and sending fresh shivers through me.
He kissed my nape. “I love you, Rue.”
Tears filled my eyes. “I love you too, Gabriel.”
My dress wasa deep iridescent blue that spilled around my frame like a magical waterfall and made my wings stand out. The deep V cut a path between my breasts almost to my navel, but it was cut to hug, to fit. I had no idea who Bee had commissioned to make the dress, no idea where the gorgeous material had come from, but it felt wonderful to feel pretty for once.
“You should put your hair up.” Gabriel appeared in the mirror behind me. “You have a beautiful neck.”
I turned to him, taking in his midnight blue suit, fitted to accentuate his broad shoulders, slender hips, and powerful thighs. His wings were hidden.
“I need to learn to hide my wings like you do.”
“They’re still there,” he said. “Just on a slightly different plane. It’s called a shift. I’ll teach you once we’re back inheaven.” He raked me over slowly. “You truly are beautiful, Rue.”
My stomach fluttered. “And so are you.”
He stepped closer and cupped my nape, pulling me in for a soft kiss that plucked at my lips, leaving me breathless. “If you don’t stop, we might not leave this room.”
He ran his hand up my side and cupped my breast. “Don’t tempt me.”
I arched against his palm. “Maybe we can take a minute.”
He pressed kisses up my throat, steering me toward the dresser while I gathered my dress up over my hips.
“A moment.” He lifted me onto the dresser, his mouth finding mine. The soft sound of his zipper followed, then his fingers grazed my pussy as he pushed aside my panties.
My breath came in shallow pants, eager, wanton, then stuck in my throat as he entered me.
“Ahhh.” I gripped his ass as he fucked me hard and fast, rocking the dresser as our cries rose in a crescendo toward release.
This. I needed this. Him.
We were going to be late to the ball, and I didn’t give a shit.
By the timewe got to the ball, the event was well underway. Music, dancing, revelry. This was a celebration of freedom. Of a new beginning for humanity, and everyone was here. Gabriel and I slipped in, but going unnoticed with my wings wasn’t realistic, and before we knew it, we were surrounded by people wanting to thank us for all our help.
Gabriel kept hold of my hand as I greeted people andchatted with them. Faces were beginning to blur when a well-loved face filled my vision.
Jamie smiled down at me warmly. “I wanted to say thank you for everything. We’re so grateful to you.”
He didn’t remember me, not from before the Purge, and not from when we’d met in the Golden City before he went into the mixer. All memory of me was gone. I was a stranger to him, a celestial. The woman tucked against his side who was looking up at him with adoration was his world now.
Better this way.
He was happy.
He was reborn.
That was all that mattered.
