Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cade
T he wind howls outside, sending the candles into a flicker, and leaves drift in from the roof. It’s an omen. I feel it in my chest as Sky unzips me, like a warning from God himself, a wrathful portent to not touch one of his angels. But she’s fucking irresistible. And she wants me. I can’t bring myself to stop her as she shoves at my jeans, her fingertips trailing chills across my skin, sucking the breath out of my lungs.
Guilt spins like a saw blade in my chest, though. She’s already going to die because of me. Am I really going to soil her too? The idea of filling her up with the most wicked parts of myself… It’s as shameful as it is appealing, like watching the world burn from a safe seat.
Besides, am I going to let myself die a virgin? And could this sin really make my soul any darker? I’m already going to hell, shouldn’t I make it worth it?
I lean back on my knees and let her take charge. It’s better than showing my inexperienced hand. It’s also the least I can do for the weeping angels.
I have no part in this; I tell them, Your blessed one bends to me of their own free will.
Sky’s cheeks flush red as my pants give way to my boxers. The thin material can’t contain me, and I bulge against it with a throb, watching her eyes go wide. Is she having second thoughts already? I smirk despite myself. I’ve been in the showers enough to know I’m slightly larger than the other guys. But I’m also smart enough to know that it’s not your size, but what you do with it that matters. And I’ve never done anything with it.
My smirk falls.
Sky looks up at me from beneath her lashes, her doe eyes pure and needy, but tinged with uncertainty. Her hand trembles, she chews on her lip, and I realize that I don’t get to sit back and reap the benefits. This is my duty, and I can’t let her bear my weight.
“Lay back.” I demand, taking the reins as something clicks into place.
She does as she’s told, her lips curving at my tone, and something about her obeying me, and enjoying it, fuels me further.
I untie the strings from her checkered sleep pants, taking my time and savoring her anticipation. I only get to lose my virginity once, after all. She watches my every move and gasps as I graze her skin. The sound stirs the blade in my chest, and part of me wants to stop this before I humiliate myself. But the other part, the hungry part, wants to devour her. And I’ve never been good at fighting my dark impulses.
I come to the edge of the bed and pull her pants from the ankle. She maneuvers with them, making it too easy for me. Jesus, does she not know whose bed she’s in? I thought she was smarter than this. I spent weeks trying to resist her, and now she’s just going to let me have her? I just get to have Sky Lyons? I wonder if I’m still dreaming, and any moment I’m going to wake up, alone in my shack with a hard on.
I blink away my inadequacy and try to focus on being worthy of her. She deserves more from me, and I intend to give her everything I have to offer.
My gaze follows the trail of her legs, their satin-like a road to hell. When I reach her thighs, I grit my teeth and suck in a breath. Holy fucking. My god . A scrape of black fabric barely covers her pussy, her slit defined and calling. I growl, half angry that she’s undoing me this way, half grateful she’s giving me this gift. I lean over her, desperate to get closer.
We’re stripped down to our underwear, and it’s enough to make me come right now. But I’m not going to be that guy. I hold her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, and she holds mine. I realize I’m just staring, clawing with myself to hold it together, as she arches her neck.
I give her the kiss she wants. The kiss she deserves.
Gentle. Safe. Devoting.
She is a goddess, after all.
Fuck knows I want to ravage her, but I’m a peasant at her mercy, and she’s entitled to worship.
Her mouth parts for mine, and I slip my tongue inside.
Before I know it, we are tangled in each other. Somehow, I’ve gotten between her legs. The soft inner of her thighs cushions my hips, and I’m entranced by the way she runs her fingers through my hair. Every so often she tugs, pulling a groan from me that has me nipping at her lip. I trail a kiss from her jaw, down to her neck, and further still. I don’t stop. I kiss the swells of her breasts, and I don’t look for confirmation as I find the strap of her bra, and slip it from her shoulder.
She doesn’t stop me.
When is she going to stop me?
I push my luck and expose both of her perky tits, hoping she’ll finally come to her senses and end this, putting me out of my misery. But she doesn’t even bat an eye, doesn’t flinch under the weight of my gaze on her body. She even seems to be basking in it.
I narrow my eyes and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, moaning against my will at the theft of her. She whimpers softly as I swirl my tongue, and a grave realization suddenly plagues me.
I won’t let her stop this if she tries.
I’m too far gone. I can’t stop until I taste all of her, feel all of her, corrupt every pure bit of her soul, and make her holy voice cry my cursed name.