25 LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE
LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE
R AUM … ”
Sunshine was on her knees, gripping the headboard to keep from collapsing as he took her from behind. He grasped the wood beside her, strong hands next to hers, defined muscles flexing on his forearms.
“What do you want, angel?” He nuzzled her hair, and she leaned back into his touch. Her head spun from pleasure until her body felt like it would burst.
Turning her neck to face him, she looked into his eyes. “I want you to shift.”
She had been sore when she awoke that morning, but she had discovered her angelic healing abilities had another useful purpose. It was the work of a moment to take care of any lingering tenderness, and all that was left was the tingle of sensitized flesh.
Raum’s movements stilled, hands clenching around the headboard. He searched her gaze. She found it sweet that he was concerned about hurting her, but she was tired of waiting for this.
“Please?”
He said nothing for so long, she started to think he would refuse.
And then … it started with his wings. The black feathers spread wide behind him. His skin darkened, those rough scales running up his arms and over his chest. His claws appeared at his fingertips.
And then he got bigger. He grew until he loomed behind her and he had to spread his knees farther apart to keep inside her body. Still buried deep in her core, his shaft thickened and lengthened until she could feel every scaled ridge against her inner walls.
He stretched her. Oh god, did he ever.
She tipped her head back with a cry while he nipped at her throat with sharp fangs.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Feels so good.” The stretch was intense, but so was the pleasure.
He started to move, the textured edges of his cock stroking against her inner walls. She tried to cry out but couldn’t seem to draw a full breath. She could only hold onto the headboard for dear life and hope she survived. She honestly didn’t care if she didn’t.
“You’re strangling my cock, Sunshine.” His voice was a deep growl in her ear. “You feel amazing. So fucking perfect.”
She moaned helplessly, leaning back into his strong body, loving the way he surrounded her. His wings opened, feathers wrapping around them, closing them off from the outside world.
She was a powerful immortal being, but a part of her wanted to be soft and vulnerable, and he allowed her to express that. When he held her in his control and whispered his praises, she felt safe.
The trust was addictive. The pleasure was beyond compare.
“Do you believe me yet?” He released the headboard with one hand, sliding it up her body and between her breasts to wrap around her throat. “When I say you’re perfect?”
She hesitated. He squeezed lightly in warning, reminding her not to disagree.
And suddenly, she didn’t want to. She wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. But she did believe that he saw her that way. He told her he not only liked her flaws, but they aroused him.
How, then, could she not be perfect to him? For she had plenty of those to spare.
“Yes!” she heard herself gasp as he thrust particularly deep. Having him inside her was the most incredible feeling of connection she’d ever known. She never wanted to experience it with anyone but him. If he was gone, the urge would be gone. But while he was here, the need was endless.
“You’re perfect?”
“Yes!”
“Say it.” His thrusts increased in pace as he filled her to bursting.
“I’m perfect,” she gasped. “For you.”
“That’s right. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”
And that was what made it so special. Who cared about anyone else’s opinion anyway? His was the only one that mattered to her, and he thought she was perfect. It was liberating.
“You’re mine, Sunshine.”
“Yes!” He thrust forward. Again, she cried out. Every time he moved, the thick ridges stretched and rubbed her in places she’d never felt sensation before. Places she’d never even known she could feel sensation.
“You’re fucking mine .” His voice was an inhuman growl. He started moving at a steady rhythm increasing in speed. Her nerves sang, her muscles screamed at the stretch, and she felt the beginnings of a climax creep down her spine.
“Yes!” Spots danced behind her closed eyes, and she gave in to the thrill of being held by him, claimed by him—verbally, physically, mentally.
Her eyes closed and her thighs started to shake.
He tightened his arm around her, holding her by the throat, keeping her upright when she would have sagged forward.
At the last moment, his other hand released the headboard, reached around, and cupped her possessively between her thighs. He didn’t rub or stroke, but the pressure of his fingers against her sensitized flesh was enough.
Fireworks burst behind her closed lids as she flew into climax. He moved faster as pleasure electrified her blood. A moment later, a deep groan in her ear told her he’d followed her over, and she felt his shaft swell, pulsing inside her, intense heat searing her from the inside.
His movements slowed to a lazy pace. The hand around her throat released her in favor of stroking her hair back from her face as he breathed against her neck. Every gust of air sent a wave of tingles over her skin. She thought she might die from happiness.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Mhm.” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence yet.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” Maybe a little. She was definitely going to make use of her healing ability again.
“Can’t get enough of you.”
“Mmm.”
“Never been so obsessed with anything.” He stroked her hair again, his claws gently scraping her scalp. “Thought I’d be numb forever until you.”
She turned her head to catch a glimpse of his golden eyes. As usual, they were piercing in their intensity. She loved them.
“I feel the same way about you,” she said.
“I wasn’t numb, but I felt … lost, maybe.
I was fixated on my goal of reascending, but I’m starting to realize it was a distraction.
I told myself that if I could just get back to where I used to be, my life would have purpose again.
But all I was doing was wasting time. How can it be called living when one is so fixated on a future goal that they forget to enjoy the present? ”
He nodded in understanding.
“You’re showing me how to enjoy the moment.” So much so that she was becoming skilled at blocking out thoughts of the future. Utilizing those skills now, she reached up to stroke his jaw. “Your eyes are so beautiful. You’re beautiful. In all your forms.”
He cocked a brow. “Whatever you say, angel.”
She smirked. “You know you’re pretty, demon. Don’t pretend to be modest. I’ll never believe it.”
Shooting her a look, he pulled out, going slowly because he knew she was sore. The rush of sensation and the flood of wetness that poured out between her thighs made her moan.
He gripped her arms suddenly, turning her around, and then flung her on her back on the mattress.
Spreading her legs with a grip on her knees, that fierce golden gaze fixed between her thighs and darkened to liquid amber. “Fuck, I love watching my cum spill out of you.”
She squirmed. His dark possessiveness stirred something primal in her.
He looked up, meeting her eyes, expression serious. “I love everything about you, Sunshine.”
She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. I feel the same , she wanted to say. I never knew what love was until I met you. I never knew what happiness was. I never knew what freedom was. And now that I know what it feels like, I don’t think I can live without it.
But before she could speak, he smiled suddenly. That playful lopsided smile reminded her of the sweet animals he cared for. It wasn’t an expression she saw often on his stern face, and she adored it that much more for it.
“My little ray of sunshine,” he said.
The strange dream she’d had returned in a rush. The way he’d thrust so deep into her mouth and her core, the way he’d whispered sweet things in her ear … At the time, she’d been shocked at the things her mind had come up with. Now she had lived them firsthand.
“You know,” she said with a smile as he disappeared his wings and dropped onto his back beside her. “You called me that in a dream I had.” She rolled onto her side and stroked a hand over his strong chest, feeling the texture of his scaled skin beneath her palm.
But when she expected him to smile again and maybe tease her for dreaming of him, instead he frowned deeply. “What dream?”
“It’s silly.” Her face heated at the prospect of admitting her secret.
But he sat up as if this was a matter of great importance. “What dream?”
She frowned at his sudden tension but explained, “That night we shared the bed in your cave in Hell, I had a dream about you of an … explicit nature. It’s funny I dreamed that because of course I hadn’t seen all of you yet, but somehow I imagined it perfectly.” Her cheeks flushed.
Once again, she expected him to laugh or perhaps tease her, but he did neither. Instead, he continued to stare at her with great intensity.
Her heart sped up as a sliver of alarm spiked through her. She sat up as well. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I had dreams too,” he said.
She frowned.
“Dreams about you and me. A sex dream, and … another one.”
She laughed nervously, pulling her hair over one shoulder. “Well, I suppose we were dealing with a lot of pent-up tension, sexual and otherwise, and a dream is a logical outlet—”
“I called you Shamsiel.”
She stiffened.
“I know that used to be your name. Dan told us. I thought it was just my subconscious being random.”
“But … ?” She searched his gaze, confused. “What are you saying?”
He took a breath before asking, “Did you know me in the past, Sunshine? Have we ever met before?”