Page 37 of Seraph's Tears
“Will you let me soothe you? Please you?” I panted as I nibbled at her ear. “I need to please you,” I found myself begging. “Show me you’re here and you want me, too.”
She tilted backward enough to meet my eyes. My lust was mirrored there, and she pulled one hand away from my neck to stroke the inside of one wing.
I shuddered at the sensation. It was so strong it nearly turned to pain. This woman. This fucking woman. I’d fallen for her, and I would Fall again and again just to have her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Then show me how to please you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Eve
Gabriel’s hand curved around my shoulder, then stroked down to cup my bare breast.
I gasped and arched into his chest. My necklace dangled to one side.
He stroked one nipple with his thumb, and the pleasure that shot through me made sparks appear behind my eyelids. Gabriel spent time there, kneading and stroking both breasts. He ducked his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
With one hand he gripped the chain and lifted, intending to take it off.
“No.” I grabbed his wrist, my tone sharper than I meant it to be.
He stopped, his eyes searching my face.
I braced myself for his questions. Why? It’s just a necklace. What does this matter?
But instead he nodded, eyes serious, and released the chain. To my surprise, he pressed a kiss to my breastbone, and immediately returned to passion. Shock swept through me—he accepted that easily? I’d never felt more safe or free in my entire life, even with my key still around my neck.
Soon I was writhing against his hard, hot body, my leg over his hip cinching us closer. “Gabriel.”
He sucked harder, his tongue laving the hard point. His hand cupped my other breast, plucking and rolling my nipple. He pressed kisses between my breasts, over my heart. He worked his way downward, sending goosebumps across my flesh. He paused at my navel and flicked his tongue inside, making me laugh and squirm. I grabbed his hair and tugged him away.
Gabriel’s hot breath spread across my belly, evidence of his own amusement. One of his hands pushed my hip, sending me flat on my back, and he rose over me. His wings spread over us, sheltering us and blocking out the world. Filaments of iridescent colors sparkled through the feathers.
I sucked in a breath. Such beauty made me feel like we were floating in the clouds. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and stroked his primaries with two fingers.
His whole body shivered. “Eve,” he rasped.
My eyes widened. “Is that sensitive?”
He nodded. “They’re tertial feathers. The softer the feathers, the closer to my body, the more sensitive it is.”
I smiled and reached my hand back up. I hesitated a hair’s breadth from his feathers and watched his face.
His eyes locked on mine, he shifted that wing down enough to bump my fingertips, giving wordless permission.
My smile spread to a grin and I gently, tenderly stroked a path from the top of the primary inward, toward his body, and finally behind his side where it met his flesh, right where a humans’ shoulder blades would be.
His eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted in a rictus of pleasure. “Stop,” he whispered. “Stop or I’ll climax right here, before I’m ready.” His eyes opened, burning green. “And this is about me pleasuring you, Eve.”
I loved it when he called me by my name. No one ever made it sound so decadent, so luxurious and precious at the same time. I bit my lower lip, still smiling like a besotted fool. “Have you ever pleasured a human before?”
He shook his head. “I’ve seen paintings and etchings, though. You’re very similar to a female seraph.” A rakish smile tugged at one side of his mouth. “Though you being on your back is different. Many seraphim dislike lying on their backs during lovemaking. I like the novelty with you.”
Pleasure suffused me at his praise. I wasn’t a pity pleasure for him. He actually wanted this, wanted me.
Not breaking eye contact, Gabriel dropped his wings until the tips touched the floor around us, creating a cocoon of hazy delight, and he dropped his face to kiss my stomach, just above my hairline.
I’d never done this before. Relations were only supposed to be between a man and his wife in my church, and though I imagined a few broke the rules, no one had ever wanted to break them with me.
