Page 38 of Seraph's Tears
A ribbon of desire unspooled, growing long and longer with the heat of his body. I let him spread my legs. I wanted, no, needed to be touched. Everything ached, most especially between my thighs. Only his touch could soothe it. I felt no shame as his hands slid down my inner thighs, opening me to his gaze. I kept my hands on his hair, relishing every bit of him I could touch.
“Such a pretty cunny,” he crooned. “So pink and ripe and wet for me.”
My fingernails dug into his scalp. He leaned so close I could feel his breath against my tender flesh.
“The prettiest sight in the world,” he murmured, sliding one hand up to the apex and then along the folds of my skin.
I bowed off the ground, so primed and ready for his touch that it was nearly painful when it finally happened. “Gabriel!”
“I’ve got you,” he assured me. “Safe and sound, wrapped in my wings.”
It was the most arousing thing I’d ever heard. I didn’t think I’d hear anything better for the rest of my life, either. Before I could recover from those words in his deep, sexy rumble, he leaned down and kissed me, right at the top of my slit.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
He made love to me with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers—maybe even his teeth. Gabriel used his fingers to spread me out like a banquet and he feasted.
My legs quaked and my breath came in short, sharp pants. I gripped his hair, holding him in place. I felt him smile against my nether lips, and his tongue delved as deep as he could.
“I can smell you.” Gabriel drew up to kiss the taut tendon where my inner leg met my pelvis. “And taste you. Glorious.” He leaned back in, and this time his fingers joined his mouth. He began gently, tenderly, spreading my folds with two fingers while he caressed and stroked every part of me with his tongue.
I couldn’t speak.
His head bobbed up, dark against the backdrop of his wings. Wetness smeared his lips, and his pupils were wide with lust. It was the most erotic sight in the world. “Hold on.” A devilish smirk spread across his face. “And tell me if I find a particularly good spot.”
“I…I think near the top? I have a nub or a clit?” I panted, all thoughts in my head scattering as he licked and sucked and nipped and laved and teased and nibbled and did all sorts of wicked things to my body.
The pleasure built within me, twisting and turning like a labyrinth I had to follow to the end. I writhed on the floor, moaning as he flicked his tongue against my clit and inserted a finger into my sheath. When he took it between his lips and hummed, the heat and vibrations made me scream as I arched. Incandescent pleasure exploded over me, a fervent orgasm that left me dizzy and panting in its wake.
Feathers rippled from my harsh breathing.
Gabriel gently withdrew his fingers, popping them in his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight sent another bolt of ardor straight through my body
“Do you like it when I do this?” I inquired coyly, and ran the tip of my first two fingers along his ribs and back to where his wings met his skin.
He shivered, eyes darkening and lips pressing together. “Eve, you don’t need to—this was about you—getting you—warm,” he got out through those tight, kissable lips.
I had enough presence of mind to smile at that. “You licked my cunny because you were afraid my body heat dropped while I was stranded outside in the rain?”
Adorably, a flush spread across his cheeks. Who knew? Seraphim blushed. It was delightful. I scraped my fingernail along the seam, curious at the smooth juncture of wing and flesh.
His shoulders hitched and that wing fluttered. “It’s, ah, more sensitive underneath,” he admitted.
Grinning, I immediately trailed my fingernail up to the top of the seam of his wings and then down on the inside.
“I’m going to—!” His whole body shook, his eyes squeezed shut, and his head dropped onto my stomach. I could feel his entire body go tense. After a moment, he relaxed.
“Damn you, Eve,” he murmured against my skin. His head lolled to the side, and I could make out the edge of his closed eyelashes. “That was incredible.” His hand sprawled against my hip and his limbs felt as limp and relaxed as rising dough. “You have to stay,” he slurred.
“What?”
“You need to stay warm. Body heat,” he attempted to explain. “I can’t fit in your little box bed.”
Surprise rippled through me. “You…want me to stay? Here? In your bed?” Butterflies flew in my stomach as I awaited his answer.
“Yes,” he said simply, clearly. “Stay.”
I grinned, not bothering to hide my smile because his head still lay on my stomach and he couldn’t see. “Gabriel?” I asked quietly.
