Chapter Sixteen
Gabriel
Her fingers traced my spine, down the midline of my back, and halted at the place the wings emerged from my body. It tickled, and I jerked to the side, huffing a laugh.
Eve’s eyes flew wide and a dangerous smile crossed her face. “Are you…ticklish?”
“No,” I growled, scowling.
It didn’t fool her. “You are!” Delighted surprise flooded her eyes, and I realized I could never deny her. I would let her tickle me until her heart’s content if it made her happy.
“You’re not going to keep doing it, are you?” My voice was strained, torn between arousal and…whatever else tickling was.
She laughed, but her fingers gentled and smoothed across the ridge of my primaries. “Breathtaking.”
“You’re breathtaking,” I told her.
She blushed. “You can’t mean that. You’re you and I’m…me. And,” she hurried to add, “you saw me at my worst. Bruised and half-drowned.”
I eyed her clothed body. “Then show me now.”
She hesitated, then tossed her head and her hands went to the fastenings on her dress.
We helped one another undress until we were both naked with nothing but breath between us. I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling every curve, every soft spot, and pressing kisses to each divot and nip and tuck. My desire for this woman flamed hotter and hotter. Would it ever cease?
Eve’s fingers spread across my back, making me quake with both lust and affection.
Her hands stroked around to my chest, and she thumbed my nipples with a fascinated look on her face.
My palms came to her breasts, and I returned each movement tenfold, showering her nipples and breasts with the attention they deserved.
Her legs wrapped around mine and she stroked my calves with the arches of her feet. I need to be closer to her, to be inside her. I needed to understand why she affected me so. I braced myself on one forearm and slid my other hand between our bodies to find the cleft of her sex.
She was drenched. I couldn’t help it. I’d meant to finger her to build her desire, but I needed a taste. I pulled my hand out and licked my two fingers.
Her pupils dilated at the sight, and hunger crossed her face. “That was…” Eve shook her head, at a loss for words.
I closed my eyes to focus on the taste of her lust. Knowing she wanted this, wanted me, made my cock pulse. My hips bucked involuntarily to grant my cock some friction against the sheets. I needed to be inside her soon or I’d combust.
“Can you touch me again?” she panted. The tendons in her neck strained as she chased the pleasure growing inside her body.
“Always.” I slid my hand back where it belonged and gently stroked her. I explored the folds of her skin, the entrance to her body, then up near the top where, at least for female seraphim, a tight bud of pleasure hid.
I glanced down, narrowing my focus, and saw a tender, red bud slip from a tiny hood. Aha, yes, there. I stroked it with my thumb, and she gasped, jerked upright and grabbed my biceps. Her mouth landed on my shoulder and she bit me.
My balls jerked upward, my scrotum tightening and I could practically feel my seed surging forward, looking for an explosion of release.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly one heartbeat later. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t know what overcame me.”
I relished the pain. “If that is how you wish to find your pleasure, do it again.” I kissed her forehead, tenderness swelling inside me somehow in the midst of the fiery passion.
She smiled shyly, and my chest panged me again as the ayim in my heart pumped faster and faster.
I slid my fingers inside her, stroking her closer and closer to her climax.
Her inner muscles clamped down on my fingers, and I nearly spilled all over the bedsheets at the sensation.
Crushed beneath the weight of wanting her, I bent down and nipped her sensitive neck, then licked the skin in an apology.
Her cunny fluttered around my fingers, seeking more, wanting more.
I’d give it to her. I’d give her everything.
I stroked both inside and outside at the same time, and suddenly she let out a high, keening cry. She writhed beneath me, she surged upward and bit my neck, she squeezed my fingers so hard I thought they’d come off inside her.
After a moment of tense, agonizing, perfect, beautiful silence, she slumped to the bed. Her hair spilled around her, a halo framing the beauty that was Eve Lovejoy. Pride and satisfaction surged through me. I’d done that. She’d been pleasured by me. And I wasn’t done yet.
I removed my fingers and gripped my weeping cock, pumping it once. It was on a hair trigger, ready to spend. Truth be told, I was worried I’d come before making it all the way inside her. I’d have to go slow for both our sakes.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, crossing and locking her ankles together. She smiled at me with a dreamy, hazy expression only found on well-pleasured women. “Your turn.”
“Our turn,” I answered through gritted teeth.
“More?” she asked in disbelief.
“I certainly hope so.” I swept my tip at her entrance, and the realization that our wetness was mixing together hit me hard.
Possessive hunger ripped through me. Mine.
All mine. Our arousal together made a perfume unmatched in the entire world—both human and mine.
I eased the tip inward, pausing to take a breath and forced my muscles to relax.
My balls jumped, ready to push me through to my climax any second, but I wanted to do this right and well for Eve.
Eve stared at me, brows furrowed as if concentrating. “Keep going,” she murmured. “It doesn’t hurt yet.”
I held back a grimace. The coven that had sheltered my sedge in the beginning had taught us about human women, but I’d forgotten this part.
I didn’t think I’d ever been with a virgin.
And even so, seraph women didn’t experience pain the first time.
I suddenly felt completely inadequate for this position.
I might’ve claimed her, but maybe that wasn’t for her best.
“Just…just do it,” she said, reading my hesitation as uncertainty.
I was also afraid I'd come too soon and not please her again. I nodded, taking a fortifying breath. How my friends would laugh at me now, afraid I’d spend my seed far too soon like a horny, pubescent fledgling.
I flexed my hips, pressed against her clitoris, and thrust hard and fast.
She gasped, eyes wide, and her body bowed against me. Eve bit her lip, turning it white.
I saw stars, and I teetered on the precipice of release. My concern for her, however, held me barely in check. “Eve?” My voice sounded like ground rock.
“I’m okay,” she whimpered. “Yes, the pain’s gone now.” She relaxed, and though her cunny still tightened around my cock like a fist, I could tell she was comfortable now.
“Fuck, Eve,” I swore. “The way you grip my cock, like you want me.”
“I do want you,” she breathed.
I withdrew a fraction, then pumped in again.
Her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, that felt good.”
My wings had halfway unfolded, tense and quivering in the air. My whole body thrummed like a string plucked and vibrating lust. “Eve.” The base of my spine tingled.
She opened her eyes, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I was trying to say. Just that this was everything I had imagined and everything I hadn’t. My mind filled with her name, and I thrust to the timing of her name in my head. Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve.
Eve slid a hand around my side, to the underseam of one wing, and I was lost.
My balls tightened, my cock throbbed, and my seed erupted deep inside her, claiming her as my own. My mind hazily wondered if that was possible or if that was lust gone wild after being pent up for five decades.
I gave one last thrust, deep and long, before my cock softened.
Eve gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, and her legs tightened so hard around my hips I thought they might bruise. She shook through her climax this time.
Barely aware of my surroundings, drowning in my own pleasure, I tried to cup one breast and stroke one arm, soothing her body through the intense experience. But I could hold on no longer. My arms buckled under the weight of my satisfaction. I slumped to the side, my face hitting a pillow.
I felt her sigh, then run her finger along some of my feathers. It relaxed me, especially after the climax of all climaxes. My eyes drifted shut as I stretched a wing over her naked body, keeping her warm.
The mattress moved as she curled up beside me, continuing to stroke some of my feathers.
“Eve,” I managed to say.
“Shhh,” she told me. “Rest.”
I closed my eyes and slept the sweet sleep I’d searched for since Falling through the sky. Not a single nightmare found me.
* * *
When I woke, shadows had crawled across the floor, lengthening almost to the fireplace. I blinked and sat halfway up.
Eve stirred beside me, her breath making the tiny filaments of my feathers nearest her face wave and whisper in the air.
I scrubbed my face with one hand. I felt…amazing. Better rested, healthier, happier, everything. My heart beat at a slower rate, and I could feel the ayim pumping lazily through my body, mixing with my blood as designed. My chest…didn’t hurt.
Odd.
I was grateful, but confused.
Eve sighed, and my attention changed to her. She was glorious in that sleeping pose. My wing covered her naked body, keeping her warm. But I could see each of her curves in my mind’s eye. My mouth flooded and hunger for her filled me, making my limbs go tight and tense again.
I’d never stop wanting her, not in five hundred years. Not in a thousand. This human was my world.
My stomach rumbled. If I was hungry, she’d be ravenous once she woke. I gazed down at this sweet, lovely creature who’d wandered into my life. What a lucky bastard I was. I silently slipped from the bed, replacing my wing with a real blanket, and padded to the kitchen to find her something to eat.