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Nervously, I waited. I’d forgotten how unpleasant nerves could be. So much of my life had moldered away until this angelic creature entered my life.
She blinked and sniffed some more before her face settled. Then she smiled brilliantly and reached for me, wrapping her arms around me and tugging me down to kiss my forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and lips. “You are everything,” she whispered. “And I’ll never forget you.”
I nudged her legs apart so I could rest my body between them and sighed with relief, for this felt just as right as when I soared above the clouds.
Chapter Sixteen
Gabriel
Her fingers traced my spine, down the midline of my back, and halted at the place the wings emerged from my body. It tickled, and I jerked to the side, huffing a laugh.
Eve’s eyes flew wide and a dangerous smile crossed her face. “Are you…ticklish?”
“No,” I growled, scowling.
It didn’t fool her. “You are!” Delighted surprise flooded her eyes, and I realized I could never deny her. I would let her tickle me until her heart’s content if it made her happy.
“You’re not going to keep doing it, are you?” My voice was strained, torn between arousal and…whatever else tickling was.
She laughed, but her fingers gentled and smoothed across the ridge of my primaries. “Breathtaking.”
“You’re breathtaking,” I told her.
She blushed. “You can’t mean that. You’re you and I’m…me. And,” she hurried to add, “you saw me at my worst. Bruised and half-drowned.”
I eyed her clothed body. “Then show me now.”
She hesitated, then tossed her head and her hands went to the fastenings on her dress.
We helped one another undress until we were both naked with nothing but breath between us. I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling every curve, every soft spot, and pressing kisses to each divot and nip and tuck. My desire for this woman flamed hotter and hotter. Would it ever cease?
Eve’s fingers spread across my back, making me quake with both lust and affection. Her hands stroked around to my chest, and she thumbed my nipples with a fascinated look on her face. My palms came to her breasts, and I returned each movement tenfold, showering her nipples and breasts with the attention they deserved.
Her legs wrapped around mine and she stroked my calves with the arches of her feet. I need to be closer to her, to be inside her. I needed to understand why she affected me so. I braced myself on one forearm and slid my other hand between our bodies to find the cleft of her sex.
She was drenched. I couldn’t help it. I’d meant to finger her to build her desire, but I needed a taste. I pulled my hand out and licked my two fingers.
Her pupils dilated at the sight, and hunger crossed her face. “That was…” Eve shook her head, at a loss for words.
I closed my eyes to focus on the taste of her lust. Knowing she wanted this, wanted me, made my cock pulse. My hips bucked involuntarily to grant my cock some friction against the sheets. I needed to be inside her soon or I’d combust.
“Can you touch me again?” she panted. The tendons in her neck strained as she chased the pleasure growing inside her body.
“Always.” I slid my hand back where it belonged and gently stroked her. I explored the folds of her skin, the entrance to her body, then up near the top where, at least for female seraphim, a tight bud of pleasure hid.
I glanced down, narrowing my focus, and saw a tender, red bud slip from a tiny hood. Aha, yes, there. I stroked it with my thumb, and she gasped, jerked upright and grabbed my biceps. Her mouth landed on my shoulder and she bit me.
My balls jerked upward, my scrotum tightening and I could practically feel my seed surging forward, looking for an explosion of release.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly one heartbeat later. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t know what overcame me.”
I relished the pain. “If that is how you wish to find your pleasure, do it again.” I kissed her forehead, tenderness swelling inside me somehow in the midst of the fiery passion.
She smiled shyly, and my chest panged me again as the ayim in my heart pumped faster and faster.
I slid my fingers inside her, stroking her closer and closer to her climax. Her inner muscles clamped down on my fingers, and I nearly spilled all over the bedsheets at the sensation. Crushed beneath the weight of wanting her, I bent down and nipped her sensitive neck, then licked the skin in an apology. Her cunny fluttered around my fingers, seeking more, wanting more.
I’d give it to her. I’d give her everything.
