Page 57 of Seraph's Tears
He landed silently in front of me, a fierce expression on his face.
I shivered. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But his brows were furrowed, his jaw tight. Passion flashed in his eyes.
At first I thought he might be angry with me, but his wings fell slack behind him, uncharacteristically, and he reached both hands out to me, palms up. His bare chest rippled with the movement, muscles at play under his skin. “You’re home.” The words were nearly a growl, and I finally understood. He wasn’t angry, he was hungry. For me.
I’m leaving you. I opened my mouth to say something, I don’t know what. I didn’t want to tell him, to mar this last night we had together.
“Eve.” It was a plea, a prayer, a gasp of hope.
“Gabriel.” My emotions hit me like a wall. I needed him. I wanted him. I had to leave, not for my safety, but also because I didn’t want any part in what Zorababel planned with him. But my body yearned for Gabriel, ached to be sheltered in his wings.
He stepped forward, as if reading my mind, and wrapped me in a tight embrace. His arms went around my body, his wings slid around both of us, creating a canopy of the purest white. “I missed you.” He kissed my ear, my temple, my hair.
“I needed something from the shop.” The lie tasted sour in my mouth. I changed the subject. “You feel wonderful.”
“I need you.” His words echoed in my bones. “I need you, Eve.” His hands slid around my body, one gripping my hip and the other cupping my breast.
I moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I need you, too,” I whimpered. “Now.”
His grip on me tightened, and then his wings spread and beat downward.
I gasped as our feet left the floor and clutched him tighter. I could hear his heartbeat as it beat in time with my own. Softer, underneath the heartbeat, was a softer whooshing sound in pulsing beats. The ayim, I guessed. What did that mean?
He shifted me in his powerful, bare arms, cradling me with one behind my back and one arm under my knees, then captured my mouth in a fierce, nearly punishing kiss.
I closed my eyes and allowed the kiss to overtake me. Our tongues clashed, our teeth nipped one another’s lips. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, and I felt his guttural groan as I bit his lower lip. It was deep, hard, and demanding. We pushed ourselves to the brink, commanding one another’s attention and presence. Reminding us of exactly who we were and what we expected from each another.
I barely noticed when we landed back in the gallery. Wings disappeared from the corner of my eyes. I shut them again, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed every part of me against every hard plane of him.
He stalked down the hall toward his chambers. He kicked the door open, never loosening his grip on me. My blood heated and anticipation made my skin tingle and my mouth dry.
Gabriel effortlessly dropped me on the bed, making me instantly wet. I felt so empty. I needed his cock immediately. I reached for him. “Hurry.”
He smirked, seeing me splayed out across his bed, the pins fallen from my hair, my face flushed from our kisses. “Undress.”
It was a command I hurried to obey. I sat up and began unbuttoning my clothing, stripping as fast as I could. I could feel his eyes on me, smoldering. My skin burned under his gaze.
When I tossed my clothing over the side of the bed and glanced back at him, he was also naked. His wings were pressed tight against his back, high enough no feathers trailed on the ground. His cock jutted from the sparse, dark wisps of hair at his groin. The crown was swollen and red, and already it wept with desire.
His hands were braced on his hips, which made the rest of his body look strong and delectable.
I licked my lips, eager to get my hands and my mouth on him.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his eyes gleamed with lust.
Just to see how he’d respond, I lazily dragged my fingers up my stomach and cupped one breast, spreading my legs enough for him to get a peek, then closed them again.
He growled. “Eve, you’re killing me.”
I smiled. “Then get over here.”
Heat flared and he started toward me. Then he paused, halfway on the bed. “Eve, I learned something today.” His voice sounded serious.
I blinked at the sudden change in tone. “What?”
He rubbed his chest as he knelt at the end of the bed. His wings loosened. “I…I need to tell you something.”
