Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Valory
My body was like a livewire, so alive and full of sensation I felt I might explode into a thousand pieces. Endor leaned his forearms on either side of me, his tattoos dancing as his muscles flexed with every thrust of his hips. My body responded to his like a sonar, every thrust, every pulse making my entire being light up with grace and wonder.
I’d always thought sex would hurt. That was what I was led to believe, anyway.
But nothing about it was painful. Quite the opposite, actually.
I tried my hardest to infuse him with my grace, the faintest wisps trailing along his skin like tentacles of golden light. It did not sink into his skin as I wished, but rather caressed him, an extension of my love.
His feathers ruffled against my energy and he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth slow and ardent as he rocked me like a boat on the ocean, ready to capsize.
So that was what they meant about the “motion of the ocean”...
Pressure built and so did the energy in my core.
I was acutely aware of how wet I was, and how good Endor felt, driving me over an invisible edge.
It was torture.
But it was beautiful, blissful torture.
I’d expected sex with a demon to be hard, brutal, even.
But sex with Endor was anything but that.
It was everything I had waited for. More than I thought it ever could be.
Endor’s hands teased my breasts and nipples; his lips caressed my jaw, my neck.
He whispered soft endearments to me, telling me I was beautiful like this, beneath him, my face etched with ecstasy.
He told me I felt so good wrapped around his cock. Told me in the softest, sweetest tone that I was a good girl . That I was doing so good for him.
It lit me up and made my heart flutter.
He told me he loved me over and over as he sang his praises with his tongue, his skilled fingers, and his thick, heavy cock.
I knew his sacrifice meant he would be reprimanded. Punished.
Breaking celestial law meant death.
Tonight was likely his last night on Earth. His last night as a demon.
His last night as mine.
Tears came to my eyes without warning as he slowly rocked me, his lips caressing the skin beneath my ear.
“Don’t cry, Angel,” he whispered, his tone so full of care and love it only made my heart ache more. “Don’t be sad,” he said, his mouth claiming mine.
He didn’t understand.
How could I make him understand?
It was not sadness I felt, though yes, I was sad we would have to part. I was sad I might never see him again.
But more than anything, I was grateful.
I was grateful to have known such a pure, perfect soul.
I was grateful to have been his, even if it was only for a mere three days.
Those three days would be my lifetime.
I dug my nails into his shoulder so hard I broke his skin. His blood kissed my fingertips as I kissed him, rolling us over until he was beneath me.
He startled a bit, but relaxed almost instantly. He looked up at me with wonder and I felt his torturous fingers pulling at my clit as he thrust himself up into me.
“I’m not sad,” I said, but I was sure the tears made me look like a liar.
My wings popped of their own accord, knocking a lamp over, and he laughed.
“You will have to pay for that,” he said with watery eyes and a smile that should have been downright criminal. He sat up, the motion driving him deeper into me, and I knew it would not be long for either of us.
His wings wrapped around me, prickling against my own. His one hand continued its assault on my clit as I thrust myself against him, needing to feel him in every corner of my being.
I grasped his face with my hands.
“It is a price worth paying,” I told him as I kissed him.
He groaned, and then I felt it.
The earthquake of pleasure rocked me, causing me to call out his name. He swallowed my cries with his mouth and the warmth flooded me. Grace built and broke like a damn, knocking out the lights.
Endor and I remained in darkness, our bodies entangled together like overgrown vines. It was hard to know where one of us began and the other ended.
Then slowly, but surely, the light built. But it wasn’t from me.
The softest haze of green light encircled Endor, lighting him up like...
An angel.
God, he was so perfect.
So divine.
It was at that moment, I realized, he was not a demon.
He was a soul, capable of terrible things, but... he was also a soul capable of wonderful things.
“You’re so pretty when you come undone,” he said against my lips, oblivious to his glow.
“I’ll remember that forever.”
I knew it was a lie, but damn it, I believed it anyway.
Endor pulled me down into the bed, and neither of us made any move to disconnect. Exhaustion hit me like a heavy brick, and I felt him soften inside me.
He pulled me close, his lips in my hair as he whispered. “Rest, Angel.”
And I did not have the wherewithal to fight him, spent from the trauma of assisting Mercy and Miles into their bodies, and Endor’s sacrifice as well as his shattering love.
And for the first time in my life, and in my death, I felt at peace.
* * *
When dawn beckoned, I felt the call within my soul.
It was time.
I awakened to find Endor dressed in a suit.
There was a red dress hanging over the chair in the corner.
He stared out the window, his wings sheathed. The green glow was long gone, but I knew it was not something that could be diminished.
I rose from our bed, not caring about the fact I was naked, or the fact that I could feel the remnants of our exquisite coupling dried against my thighs.
A part of me wanted to panic, out of habit.
But I shoved the thought aside as I made my way over to the chair. The dress was beautiful, crimson and shiny.
Red is the color of the devil, my mother would say.
I never told her it was also the color of good fortune. A symbol of love.
I slipped into the dress, angling my hand to try and zip the dress myself, but I came up short.
“Can you help me?” I asked, but the words felt heavy.
He turned to face me, his amber eyes rimmed in gold. They were the brightest I’d ever seen them.
“Of course,” he said as he slowly walked over to me.
I gave him my back and he zipped me up. Slowly.
Taking his time.
I knew he wanted to savor the final sands of our hourglass, just as I did.
He gathered my hair and slid it over my shoulder.
The sunlight filtered through the window as I turned around and got a good look at him.
His gaze roved over me and he smiled. “Red looks good on you.”
My own gaze traveled over his stunning suit. All black, of course, save for his bright, candy apple red tie.
“You don’t clean up so bad yourself,” I told him, my stomach in knots. I felt the call in my being to come home. Like a beacon, Heaven called me.
I straightened his tie, letting my fingers slide over the satin.
“No matter what happens...” he said, and I saw the pain etched in his gaze. His voice cracked.
I leaned up and kissed him one last time. “I know,” I whispered to him.
He swallowed harshly, taking my hand.
The walk outside to the parking lot felt like an eternity itself.
Waiting in the center were two figures.
A demon and an angel.
Matthew appraised me with a look that was extremely judgmental. He twisted his lips, sneering at me.
“Interesting choice in fashion,” he muttered.
Roche smirked, looking at me, then at Endor. “I think she looks sexy as hell.”
Matthew shot her a glare. “Precisely. She is an angel, not a succubus.”
Roche only rolled her eyes, casting me a smile. “Angels. Am I right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Endor squeezed my hand, and I realized he’d never let go.
I stood before my boss, holding a demon’s hand.
And I had never felt stronger.
“Come on, sinners,” Roche said as she flexed her own black wings.
I didn’t think succubi had wings.
That’s new...
Matthew’s wings flexed on cue as light poured from the sky.
Roche was the first to take off, Matthew following suit.
Endor reached for me once more, and I grabbed his hand as we both ascended.
Together until the end.