Chapter Fourteen
Eve
Gabriel’s hand curved around my shoulder, then stroked down to cup my bare breast.
I gasped and arched into his chest. My necklace dangled to one side.
He stroked one nipple with his thumb, and the pleasure that shot through me made sparks appear behind my eyelids. Gabriel spent time there, kneading and stroking both breasts. He ducked his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
With one hand he gripped the chain and lifted, intending to take it off.
“No.” I grabbed his wrist, my tone sharper than I meant it to be.
He stopped, his eyes searching my face.
I braced myself for his questions. Why? It’s just a necklace. What does this matter?
But instead he nodded, eyes serious, and released the chain. To my surprise, he pressed a kiss to my breastbone, and immediately returned to passion. Shock swept through me—he accepted that easily? I’d never felt more safe or free in my entire life, even with my key still around my neck.
Soon I was writhing against his hard, hot body, my leg over his hip cinching us closer. “Gabriel.”
He sucked harder, his tongue laving the hard point.
His hand cupped my other breast, plucking and rolling my nipple.
He pressed kisses between my breasts, over my heart.
He worked his way downward, sending goosebumps across my flesh.
He paused at my navel and flicked his tongue inside, making me laugh and squirm. I grabbed his hair and tugged him away.
Gabriel’s hot breath spread across my belly, evidence of his own amusement. One of his hands pushed my hip, sending me flat on my back, and he rose over me. His wings spread over us, sheltering us and blocking out the world. Filaments of iridescent colors sparkled through the feathers.
I sucked in a breath. Such beauty made me feel like we were floating in the clouds. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and stroked his primaries with two fingers.
His whole body shivered. “Eve,” he rasped.
My eyes widened. “Is that sensitive?”
He nodded. “They’re tertial feathers. The softer the feathers, the closer to my body, the more sensitive it is.”
I smiled and reached my hand back up. I hesitated a hair’s breadth from his feathers and watched his face.
His eyes locked on mine, he shifted that wing down enough to bump my fingertips, giving wordless permission.
My smile spread to a grin and I gently, tenderly stroked a path from the top of the primary inward, toward his body, and finally behind his side where it met his flesh, right where a humans’ shoulder blades would be.
His eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted in a rictus of pleasure. “Stop,” he whispered. “Stop or I’ll climax right here, before I’m ready.” His eyes opened, burning green. “And this is about me pleasuring you, Eve.”
I loved it when he called me by my name. No one ever made it sound so decadent, so luxurious and precious at the same time. I bit my lower lip, still smiling like a besotted fool. “Have you ever pleasured a human before?”
He shook his head. “I’ve seen paintings and etchings, though. You’re very similar to a female seraph.” A rakish smile tugged at one side of his mouth. “Though you being on your back is different. Many seraphim dislike lying on their backs during lovemaking. I like the novelty with you.”
Pleasure suffused me at his praise. I wasn’t a pity pleasure for him. He actually wanted this, wanted me.
Not breaking eye contact, Gabriel dropped his wings until the tips touched the floor around us, creating a cocoon of hazy delight, and he dropped his face to kiss my stomach, just above my hairline.
I’d never done this before. Relations were only supposed to be between a man and his wife in my church, and though I imagined a few broke the rules, no one had ever wanted to break them with me.
A ribbon of desire unspooled, growing long and longer with the heat of his body.
I let him spread my legs. I wanted, no, needed to be touched.
Everything ached, most especially between my thighs.
Only his touch could soothe it. I felt no shame as his hands slid down my inner thighs, opening me to his gaze.
I kept my hands on his hair, relishing every bit of him I could touch.
“Such a pretty cunny,” he crooned. “So pink and ripe and wet for me.”
My fingernails dug into his scalp. He leaned so close I could feel his breath against my tender flesh.
“The prettiest sight in the world,” he murmured, sliding one hand up to the apex and then along the folds of my skin.
I bowed off the ground, so primed and ready for his touch that it was nearly painful when it finally happened. “Gabriel!”
“I’ve got you,” he assured me. “Safe and sound, wrapped in my wings.”
It was the most arousing thing I’d ever heard. I didn’t think I’d hear anything better for the rest of my life, either. Before I could recover from those words in his deep, sexy rumble, he leaned down and kissed me, right at the top of my slit.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
He made love to me with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers—maybe even his teeth. Gabriel used his fingers to spread me out like a banquet and he feasted.
My legs quaked and my breath came in short, sharp pants. I gripped his hair, holding him in place. I felt him smile against my nether lips, and his tongue delved as deep as he could.
“I can smell you.” Gabriel drew up to kiss the taut tendon where my inner leg met my pelvis.
“And taste you. Glorious.” He leaned back in, and this time his fingers joined his mouth.
He began gently, tenderly, spreading my folds with two fingers while he caressed and stroked every part of me with his tongue.
I couldn’t speak.
His head bobbed up, dark against the backdrop of his wings. Wetness smeared his lips, and his pupils were wide with lust. It was the most erotic sight in the world. “Hold on.” A devilish smirk spread across his face. “And tell me if I find a particularly good spot.”
“I…I think near the top? I have a nub or a clit?” I panted, all thoughts in my head scattering as he licked and sucked and nipped and laved and teased and nibbled and did all sorts of wicked things to my body.
The pleasure built within me, twisting and turning like a labyrinth I had to follow to the end.
I writhed on the floor, moaning as he flicked his tongue against my clit and inserted a finger into my sheath.
When he took it between his lips and hummed, the heat and vibrations made me scream as I arched.
Incandescent pleasure exploded over me, a fervent orgasm that left me dizzy and panting in its wake.
Feathers rippled from my harsh breathing.
Gabriel gently withdrew his fingers, popping them in his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight sent another bolt of ardor straight through my body
“Do you like it when I do this?” I inquired coyly, and ran the tip of my first two fingers along his ribs and back to where his wings met his skin.
He shivered, eyes darkening and lips pressing together. “Eve, you don’t need to—this was about you—getting you—warm,” he got out through those tight, kissable lips.
I had enough presence of mind to smile at that. “You licked my cunny because you were afraid my body heat dropped while I was stranded outside in the rain?”
Adorably, a flush spread across his cheeks. Who knew? Seraphim blushed. It was delightful. I scraped my fingernail along the seam, curious at the smooth juncture of wing and flesh.
His shoulders hitched and that wing fluttered. “It’s, ah, more sensitive underneath,” he admitted.
Grinning, I immediately trailed my fingernail up to the top of the seam of his wings and then down on the inside.
“I’m going to—!” His whole body shook, his eyes squeezed shut, and his head dropped onto my stomach. I could feel his entire body go tense. After a moment, he relaxed.
“Damn you, Eve,” he murmured against my skin. His head lolled to the side, and I could make out the edge of his closed eyelashes. “That was incredible.” His hand sprawled against my hip and his limbs felt as limp and relaxed as rising dough. “You have to stay,” he slurred.
“What?”
“You need to stay warm. Body heat,” he attempted to explain. “I can’t fit in your little box bed.”
Surprise rippled through me. “You…want me to stay? Here? In your bed?” Butterflies flew in my stomach as I awaited his answer.
“Yes,” he said simply, clearly. “Stay.”
I grinned, not bothering to hide my smile because his head still lay on my stomach and he couldn’t see. “Gabriel?” I asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“Is it..always like that for you? Able to climax without me even touching your, erm…”
“Cock?” he completed, lifting his head to look me in the eyes.
I blushed. “Yes, that.”
“Not usually.” He frowned, a furrow splitting his brow. “In fact, while it’s always sensitive, this level is something I normally hear about with—”
I gasped, my hands immediately moving to his chest. “What is this?” I pointed to the burn marks on his body.
He flinched.
“How badly does it hurt?” I demanded. They looked like drops of strong chemicals had splashed on his chest. “When did it happen? Was it when you were out with Castiel earlier?”
A muscle feathered in Gabriel’s jaw. “It’s nothing.”
Concern filled my lungs, making it difficult to take a breath. “It’s not nothing! Or do you seraphim not feel pain?”
He sighed and rolled off me, folding his wings up and landing on his back. It looked uncomfortable with those wings, even when they were tight against his back. His lack of response made it clear.
I turned to my side to face him, leaning over on one elbow. “It does hurt you!”
Gabriel shrugged, which was difficult with his wings pinned beneath him. “It’s not too bad. It will heal in a day.”
I frowned. “But how did it happen?”
He stayed silent, but this time he was thinking, not avoiding. I waited patiently, reaching for the blanket and curling it over my cooling body. I missed having him on top of me and around me.