Page 43 of Seraph's Tears
“If we continue,” he said, panting, “perhaps we should do so indoors.”
I licked the corner of his mouth. “Probably your bed,” I agreed.
We fell the remaining feet onto his balcony, so swift was his descent. His feet hit the floor first, and then he gently slid me down until the tips of my shoes made contact with the stone. I looked up at him, happier than I could ever remember in my entire life.
Gabriel
I kissed her again. It was the only time things made sense, when our bodies were touching. The only time I felt normal anymore. I couldn’t imagine a world without her. I wouldn’t want to live in a world without her.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her to meet my mouth more easily. Her feet dangled a few inches off the ground as I walked us inside. Something unfurled in my chest. My ayim ceased pounding in my ears. There was passion, but there was also peace.
I kept going until I heard the back of her legs bump against the bed. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss so I could lift her the rest of the way into the bed.
It smelled of her now, of soft, fresh things. Of hope and peace—nothing like me. I was a damned lucky bastard, catching someone as wonderful as Eve. I tucked my wings tighter, moving onto the bed. She crawled backward to make space for me, smiling. That pink tongue of hers flashed between her teeth, and it made my balls ache with need.
I paused to take off my vest, unable to hold back a grin as she stared at my bare chest with wide eyes. I had never wanted to impress one of my lovers like this before. Eve was different. I unfastened my trousers and pulled them down, revealing the long, hard length of my cock.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
Fuck, I’d forgotten. She was an innocent. It was difficult to remember because of how self assured she was in all other areas of life. But Eve stared between my throbbing, proud member and my face.
“Is that, um, does that fit inside female seraphim easily?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I nodded gravely.
“Are female seraphim much bigger than female humans?”
I squinted, eyeing her body. “A few inches taller, yes. But this will fit. This will work.”
Eve gulped.
“We don’t have to—” I began, but she shook her head firmly.
“This is a sin, back where I was raised,” she said, jutting her chin as if daring me to disagree. “Though…I don’t think the normal rules considered whether one of the partners was a Herald of Death.”
I frowned, disliking the name. Why did that matter? Why did she keep bringing that up?
Eve took a breath. “But I want to do this. I care about you, and I want to be with you. I know this likely doesn’t mean as much to you, but this is?—”
I cut her off, my erection forgotten between us. “Why do you say this doesn’t mean anything to me? Do you think I do not care for you, Eve Lovejoy?”
She hesitated.
Irritation made my wings flare and my chest tighten. “Eve. You are lovely and joyful and pure and everything wonderful and mysterious about humans. You are intelligent and determined—how could I not be enthralled by you?”
Her mouth fell open again, and this time her eyes looked glassy. “Oh.”
I got on my hands and knees and crawled across the bed until I leaned over her and she lay down on the mattress. “You,” I whispered, “are unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever met or ever will meet. If I had to Fall, I’m glad I met you for it.”
She blinked rapidly, a human sign I’d learned often meant tears were coming.
“Are you sad?” I panicked, bending down to be nearer. “What did I say?” Who knew what sort of miscommunication we’d have between seraph and human cultures.
She waved her hand at me. “Don’t come closer!”
I halted, hurt mixing with my confusion.
Eve sniffed. “I might cry and I don’t wish to harm you. Don’t come closer until I won’t weep.”
