Chapter Twenty-Five – Jessa
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jessa
Even though this is my life now, it will take time to get used to these luxuries. Three months ago, I was splitting rent with my mother in a shitty apartment. Now I own a plane. The shift is dizzying.
I pull Castien into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. The cabin is barely big enough to fit him. When he stands, he has to bend, so his head doesn’t hit the ceiling. His wings are tucked tight against his back to avoid the walls.
He looks around, taking in the space.
I want him just for myself. I’m already tired of people staring at us.
At the MSA in London, Brother Tolliver said nothing when Castien emerged from the Quiet Room with me in his arms. He didn’t need to, since he already knew what had happened between us.
Yasmin, though… She didn’t ask questions but regarded me with suspicion.
Then my personal assistant, Tara, the flight attendants, even the pilots…
All of them stared at us with probing looks when we boarded.
I know this won’t stop anytime soon. People will always wonder about us.
They’ll question how a woman and a mechanical angel can be together.
They’ll see him as an object, not a sentient being, and I’ll have to set the record straight eventually.
Interviews, press appearances, all of it.
I’m ready to do it. But not now. For now, I just want to be alone with him.
I want to forget the world for a few minutes and live in the present.
I kick off my heels and climb onto the bed. Castien watches me, his head tilted slightly, then he lies down beside me, his massive frame taking up most of the space. I swing my leg over him and straddle his waist, settling on top of him.
I run my hands over his face, tracing his jaw, his cheekbones, the plane of his forehead.
My fingers trail down his neck, over the seams and joints where his plating connects.
I move lower, over his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his construction and the warmth radiating from his core.
My palms slide over his abs. I can’t stop touching him.
I can’t believe how much I’ve missed him, how right everything feels now that we’re together.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” I say. “I’m sorry I made you wait and suffer.”
Castien cups my face with his hand.
“Don’t,” he says. “I don’t care.”
I lean over him and kiss his cheek. Then I kiss where his mouth should be, pressing my lips to the smooth steel. He sighs under me, a sound that comes from deep in his chest, almost a groan.
“You’re going to miss being kissed properly,” he says.
I chuckle and shake my head.
“No, I rather like being the one giving the kisses.”
I trail down his body, kissing here and there.
His neck, his collarbone, the center of his chest where I can feel the faint hum of his Aether Core.
He grows warmer under me, his internal temperature rising with each touch.
I move lower, over his stomach, until I reach the plate that covers his crotch.
I press my palm over it. The metal is hot, almost burning.
“Can you show me how to take this off?”
He reaches down and presses on the spots along the edges. The plate clicks, releasing from its moorings.
“Let me,” I say, and take it off myself, setting it aside.
I stare at his cock. It’s hard, straight, perfect. Steel, just like the rest of him, but slick with silver fluid that drips onto his abdomen. I wrap my fingers around it.
I look up at Castien. He’s looking at me with so much adoration it makes my chest tight.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” I say.
I stroke him, my hand moving up and down his length. He pushes his head back into the pillow and groans louder. I lower my head until my lips are just above the head of his cock. I whisper against it.
“I want to apologize properly.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he says.
I blow cold air over his cock and watch it twitch in my hand.
“You almost got yourself deactivated because of me. You don’t treat it as if it’s a big deal, but it is. This is my promise to you that I will never let you go again. Ever.”
I lower my head and take him into my mouth.
He reaches up, pulling at my hair, tugging the blue strands out of the neat chignon. My hair falls around my face in waves. I suck his cock hard and fast, not letting him think, only wanting to make him feel.
The steel slides effortlessly down my throat. I love how smooth he is. I have to be careful with my teeth, though. It’s metal, after all, and I don’t want to hurt myself. His cock twitches in my mouth, and I know he’s close. I can feel it in the way his hips rise to meet me.
“Stop,” he moans. “You have to stop.”
I hum around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder.
“If you don’t stop, I will–”
I grip the base of his cock more firmly and keep going.
I look up at him, wanting him to see that I want this.
I want him to finish in my mouth. This is about him, about making him feel good, tasting him, drinking him.
The silver liquid comes from his core – his heart, technically – and I need all of it.
A few seconds later, he explodes in my mouth.
The fluid is bright and sweet on my tongue.
I drink him greedily, moaning at the flavor, swallowing everything he gives me.
There’s nothing better than this, nothing better than him.
I lick him clean, my tongue running over every inch of his cock. Then I climb back on top of him.
Castien starts pulling at my clothes, hands frantic, fumbling with the buttons of my suit jacket.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers. “I’ll devote my life to you. I’ll do whatever you say. I belong to you, Jessa. Do whatever you please with me.”
I laugh and help him remove my jacket, then my blouse and the bra. He pulls at my pants, and I lift my hips so he can slide them off along with my underwear. I’m naked on top of him, and the air in the cabin feels cool against my skin.
I grip the base of his cock and position the head at my entrance.
“Do you want to be inside me?”
“Yes. Yes, always.”
“And you don’t consider this a sin?”
He freezes with his hands on my waist. He stares at me, and I can see him processing, considering. For a long minute, he doesn’t move. Then he shakes his head.
“I don’t care if it’s a sin,” he says. “I want you more than I want absolution.”
I slide down his cock slowly, hissing at how good it feels to be stretched to my limit. My body adjusts to accommodate his size, but it takes time. I feel every inch of him as he fills me, the pressure building as I take him deeper. The fullness is overwhelming.
Castien grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I brace myself with my hands on his chest. I start moving, riding him, finding a rhythm that makes my thighs shake.
His cock heats up inside my pussy, almost too hot. I move faster, chasing my pleasure, rolling my hips. Sex is so good with him, the best I’ve ever had. But it’s not because his body is so perfect.
It’s because of the way he looks at me, like I’m a divine being, when he’s the one with wings and angel features. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world, like he’ll always want me and no one else. He makes me feel desired, adored. He makes me feel exalted.