Page 76 of Seraph's Tears
“Are you sure?” he whispered, but my tongue entered his mouth and stopped further speech.
I let my body speak for me, running my hands up and down his pectorals, his abdomen, flicking his flat nipples, then spreading outward to stroke his tertial feathers close to his skin.
His whole body shuddered, and I grinned. I’d never grow tired of that, either.
As our mouths mated, our tongues taking turns thrusting into one another and twisting our desire for one another higher and higher, his hands strayed from my back to grip my ass. He grabbed both handfuls and kneaded the flesh.
Heat built in my body, a growing fire that needed soothing. “More,” I moaned, nipping his lip and then trailing kisses up and down his jaw. I licked his ear, and he huffed a laugh. His hands gripped my bottom tighter.
I let my legs fall to either side of his narrow hips, and I rubbed my naked body against his trousers. The seam of his clothing bit into my sensitive flesh. “Get these off,” I told him. “Now.”
“As my mate commands.” He released his hold on me to push himself upright. He moved carefully to avoid pulling on his feathers, but then quickly opened his trousers. I helped him, grabbing the waistband and yanking them down his hips.
His cock emerged, fully erect and already weeping with desire.
I licked my lips at the sight, ready to devour him whole.
Gabriel grunted, half in pain, half in amusement. “If you look at me like that, I’ll spend right here. Behave, or this will be over before it’s begun, my love.”
I gave a mock pout, scooting backward to wriggle his trousers all the way off. After tossing them behind me, I grinned at Gabriel and prowled up his legs, pausing to bite his skin here and there as I went.
“Get up here.” His tone was guttural, like a man barely holding on. He reached for me, and I came nearer, sitting on his erection.
“Skies, you’re wet already.” His jaw clenched. “You must be soaking if I can already feel it.”
Just to see his reaction, I rubbed myself against his shaft. The sensation shot through me like wildfire, and I barely held back a whimper as I stroked myself with his penis. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his wings quivered.
I did it again, and then again, enjoying the tease.
His eyes snapped open. They were as green and hard as jade. “Enough,” he growled with a fierce glare.
Before I could react, he grabbed my hips and lifted me several inches in the air. I gasped, grabbing his forearms to hang on.
“Put me in you,” he demanded.
Lust scalded my body from head to toe at those words, and I could only obey. I reached down and gripped his cock. Pearly liquid dripped from the slit in his crown, already leaving a pattern of his arousal against his hard stomach.
I notched him at my entrance, then let my hand fall to his abdomen.
I gasped, the feeling so sharp it was nearly painful, as his cock entered my body in one, single thrust and hit far inside. I didn’t think he’d ever been this deep before.
“Go on,” he got out through clenched teeth. “Fuck yourself. Find your pleasure on my cock. I need to be soaked. I want to feel a puddle after you’re done.”
Arousal swooped through me, then fell into my stomach and my womb, making me throb with passion and driving me toward our release. I did as he said, rising and falling on his cock. He rolled his hips, finding an angle that made me see white each time I fell against him. My head tilted backward, and I was lost in the pleasure of his body, the pleasure of our joining. Nothing could ever equal this.
Closer and closer we climbed. As I tired, still not fully recovered from my ordeal, Gabriel held my hips and lifted me up and down.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Take your pleasure. I want you to wring it out of us. Cover my balls in your need, my mate, let it soak into my skin as proof we belong together.”
I bit the inside of my cheek against the onslaught of pleasure. “I’m close,” I gasped.
He grunted in reply, and thrust faster and harder.
My breath came in little pants and moans, as I reached the climax and then tumbled over the edge. “Gabriel!” My vision went white, the pleasure radiating through every fiber and pore of my body. I went rigid as it tore through me like wildfire, unable to do anything but surrender to the climax.
“Eve,” he groaned, and his last thrust came jerky and deep. Hot, thick seed pumped deep inside my body. He shook beneath me, his own climax taking over his body.
It went on and on, until finally the feeling drifted away, leaving the aftershocks rippling across my bare skin. I slumped onto his chest, depleted.
