50. Chapter 50
Chapter fifty
Istand in front of Micah while he undresses me.
He takes his time, savoring every new glimpse of my body, planting gentle kisses on one shoulder, then the other, along the way.
His lips finding the delicate places to worship here and there, his tongue drawing circles at my nape.
His fingers teasing my nipples, leaving my sex wet and achy.
And when he turns me to face him, this warrior, this angel of angels who has been my salvation, inside my vulnerability is my need for him.
I do not fear being fully on display for him.
I do not fear the future or curse the past, as those things are all a part of how we came together.
I feel liberation, and finally where I belong.
His gaze boldly rakes over my naked body, appreciation in his eyes that lingers on my breasts, my nipples puckering under his inspection.
With a small step, he closes the space between us, his hand sliding under the silk of my hair, long fingers curling around my neck, an erotic tug of my hair dragging my mouth closer to his.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first moment I set eyes on you months ago,” he says, “now you’re finally mine to please. ”
“Now that we’re here, I don’t want you to be an angel and protect my virtue. I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t want you to be gentle.” I hesitate, feeling the boldness in me bursting to escape.
“You want what? Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me and love me and so many things,” I say, and the love part is out before I can stop it. It’s just there, between us, a part of what I’ve never allowed myself to think or admit.
He eases back and stares down at me, his voice etched with heat. “You want me to love you, Ember?”
“I want a lot of things I can’t have right now, and neither can you.”
“Why don’t we do it anyway?”
I don’t know what he’s referencing exactly, but already, his mouth is crashing over mine in a kiss that ravishes me and leaves me quaking when he pulls back just enough to declare, “I’m going to own every inch of your body before I let you out of this room.
” He backs me up, and I hit the dramatic pillar at the end of the bed, his thighs framing my thighs.
And this is what I burn for: him pressed close, him touching me and kissing me.
“Where should I kiss you first, Ember?”
“Where do you want to kiss me first?” I’m breathless. I am so damn breathless for this man.
His hand caresses low and over my belly, inching lower and lower, and I can feel the tremble in my core from anticipation. “How about here?” he says, his fingers sliding between my legs and finding the slick heat of my arousal.
Him touching me there is everything and not enough. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, his voice low and affected, while my nipples are so ridiculously tight they hurt.
I reach for the sides of the pillar behind me for stability. He captures my leg and lifts it to his hip, and already he’s pressing two fingers inside me. I moan with the intimate exploration, and my lashes lower, sensations spiraling through me, my hips arching into the touch.
I’m going to orgasm, I am certain, and I lean forward, into him, my hands pressed to his shoulders, my face buried in his neck. He leans in close, his lips at my ear, as he says, “I’m not going to let you come,” and his fingers slide out of me.
I want to scream with the injustice and yell at him, punish him, but before I can object, he’s turned me and sat me in a chair beside the post, and his clothes have disappeared.
I’m speechless and spellbound, and I’ve forgiven his teasing.
He is everything I expected and so much more: the thick jut of his impressive cock, the defined lines of his body, his powerful thighs.
I’ve gone from aching to desperate, and when he settles on a knee in front of me and his hands settle on my naked thighs, dampness clings to my delicate skin.
I can’t breathe.
“Now,” he murmurs, kissing my knees where they pinch together and caressing my calves, all while my body burns all over for what he’s denied me, “I might let you come.”
“I always knew you were brutal,” I accuse.
His lips curve in the most deliciously brutal way ever, and he says, “You were right. And now you’re mine, Ember.”
He’s right. I am.
He eases my legs apart, his gaze offering me a hot inspection, and then he’s kissing my inner thigh, little teasing presses of his lips to my skin followed by a pinch of his teeth here and there, and he proceeds to lave with his tongue.
My hands have found the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life as he finally reaches my sex, hot breath lingering only a moment before he licks my clit.
I feel his tongue everywhere and want it everywhere.
It feels as if I’ve waited a lifetime for this, and my body reacts.
I arch my back rather dramatically, a soft sound of pleasure sliding from my lips, and he rewards me by drawing me into his mouth and suckling deep, fingers pressing back inside me.
And I’m already there, on the edge. I’m just too aroused not to be, and I can’t stop the climb and tumble to bliss.
I lean forward and tangle my fingers in his hair, desperately praying he stays where I need him, and just that easily, I shatter with the force of an earthquake, my body trembling from head to toe.
It’s hard and fast, and the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
I melt into the chair, sated from pleasure and still hungry for him.
Almost instantly, Micah is pulling me to my feet just long enough for him to sit in the chair and drag me across his lap, his thick shaft between us.
I reach down and stroke it, my hand closing around it, feeling the pulse and heat in my hand.
He lets out a low, guttural sound of pleasure, and then he’s kissing me again, a greedy, lusty kiss that has me panting and pressing my body to his, touching him everywhere I can find to touch him.
I want to feel every inch of him beneath my palms, beneath my mouth.
“I have never needed anything like I need to be inside you right now,” he says. “I need to fuck you, Ember.”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, please.”
His arm wraps my waist, and my hand wraps his cock, guiding him to my lips. He presses inside me and eases me down slowly, the thickness of him stretching me until I’m flush with his body, until I’ve taken all of him. “Finally,” he murmurs.
“Finally,” I whisper, but we don’t move.
We just stare at each other, everything that kept us apart and pulled us together between us, expanding and tugging us closer in ways beyond our bodies.
His hand goes to the back of my head, and still, he lingers there a moment, just breathing with me, the pull of our connection a drug and a song, and we begin a slow, steady sway.
Our mouths collide, tongues licking, tasting, and I can’t get enough of him.
I will never have enough of him. A frenzy of grinding and thrusting follows slow lovemaking, our hands exploring each other.
I have never been so lost in anything or anyone, and I want to live in us forever.
But our bodies grow impatient, and passion consumes us.
Need drives us. And when he thrusts into me over and over, pulling me down against him even as I grind against him, I’m all but there.
He cups my breast and leans in and suckles my nipple, and that’s the end for me.
I shatter, spasming around his cock, and dragging him with me.
He pumps into me, a guttural groan escaping as his body shudders beneath mine.
Time fades as we collapse into each other and just lie there, our naked bodies one, until finally, it’s Micah who breaks the spell.
“Ember, sweetheart,” he murmurs gently.
I press myself upward, and he kisses me, a deep slide of his tongue before he says, “You’re going to beat the darkness. I’m not letting you go. We aren’t letting this go, Ember.” He cups my face and drags my gaze to his. “Understand?”
My heart squeezes with the fierceness of his proclamation that echoes in every part of me. “We aren’t letting this go,” I repeat. “Now, can we go kill him already?”
Hours later, we finally dress and sit down by the fire for a delicious basket of breakfast pastries and coffee.
We’ve been naked a long time, and we decide we’ll at least make an effort to keep our clothes on, just in case we hear from Zeke.
I’m about to sip my coffee when an alarming thought hits me. “Can I get pregnant?”
“You have to petition the kingdom to become pregnant.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No. It’s got to do with the way humans and angels mingled long before our time and broke rules that should never have been broken. There’s a binding spell that’s released upon approval.”
“That’s weird.”
“It’s better than demons and humans somehow mating, which is the fear.”
My eyes go wide. “I didn’t feel the serpent when we were together. I didn’t feel him close to me or you.”
“I didn’t, either, but then, I wasn’t thinking about the serpent. I was thinking about you.”
My cheeks flush with the memories of all the things he has done to me and with me the past few hours.
“Me, too. I never even thought about it, not once you started kissing me. But this is good, right?” My brows dip.
“But wait. Is this place Elysium? And does that mean I didn’t fight off the demon at all? ”
“There’s an abnormality in the two worlds’ barriers that bleed into this location. We’re not there, but we’re there. It’s hard to explain.”
“Oh,” I say, shoving my plate aside. “I see. So, you didn’t have to trust that I could hold him back at all?”
“Don’t do that. Don’t undermine what just happened between us.
You know he can’t get to you underground or in Elysium.
You were afraid that the serpent could somehow bypass those things and infect me.
Now you know, now we know, he can’t. And if he could have, he can’t now. You’re too strong to let it happen.”
“Right. You’re right. I am. I faced him. I drove him away. I almost killed him.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or me. “This is a good thing.”
“Everything about what just happened is fucking amazing.”
“Yes. Yes, it was. It is.”
“And we’re getting rid of that damn serpent anyway. That’s why we’re going to the Diviner. That’s why we’re going to the Judgement Tree.”
“When?”
“As soon as we hear from Zeke.”
Which will not be soon enough for me, I think, and I bet it’s secretly the same for Micah.