Sweet Disgrace

“Damael, please.”

“Oh, no, sweet angel. We’ve waited too long for this for it to be over too soon.”

“I know, but…please, I need you. Close to me. Inside me.”

“And you’ll have me. Don’t move.”

His hands abandoned her and she glanced back to see him undressing, sweater and jeans flying this way and that. His winding black markings were gone, but other than that he was exactly the same. Lean, toned, breathtaking. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock, erect and ready to fill her up just as she craved. He came back to her and knelt again, putting both hands on her thighs and urging them apart.

“Have you dreamt of this?” he asked. “I have. Every night since I tasted you for the first time. I couldn’t wait to feel you flowing across my tongue again, so sweet.”

“Just tonight I was dreaming of you.” She moaned and nearly hyperventilated when his thumbs slipped up between her legs and separated her folds, baring her throbbing core to his sight.

“What were you dreaming?”

“We were…oh…” The first flicker of his tongue almost caused her to tumble down on top of him. His grip tightened, at once holding her up and holding her open. But when she stopped speaking, he stopped licking.

“We were…?” he prompted.

Damn him. She could hardly catch her breath. Her h*ps involuntarily thrust back toward him, seeking to regain that lost contact. “We were making love.” He rewarded her with another slow, wet sweep, the stiff tip probing between the lips of her p**sy. Just at her entrance, he paused. She shuddered.

“You were inside me, and it was so good, as good as it was on the beach. I could feel you everywhere. I needed you everywhere. I tried to touch myself and you held my hands down. You bit me. You said I was yours. But I woke up before I came.” Her words had been punctuated with gasps and sighs because he hadn’t stopped again as she spoke.

“No fear of that last part this time,” he murmured, and having mercy on her, continued to lave her with a precision that left her decimated. He left no millimeter of her untouched by the wicked skill of his tongue. The precariousness of their position made it all the more exciting, and she leaned her forehead against the wall and bit down on a knuckle. The tip of his tongue continued tormenting her, curling through her slit, lapping at the juices she wept for him. One hand released its grip on her and a second later, a fingertip gently entered her.

She tossed her head back and gasped, lifting the leg he’d let go to give him better access. He rewarded her by slipping in a second finger and sinking his teeth into her buttock. Her body drew him in desperately, gripping and contracting as he slowly thrust in, pulled out. Again. And again. Stretching her. His tongue licked away the sting his teeth had left. He twisted his fingers inside her and curled them forward ever so slightly, brushing something that wrung a choked sound from her throat.

Startled, she tried to shy away from that sensation, but he held her fast and rubbed the spot with an accuracy that left her in ruins. All at once she was trying to open wider to him, to get more of him inside her, rolling her h*ps and writhing and oh, God, she was going to…

The eruption was swift and only seemed to escalate. She quaked and gasped as he slowly continued to work her in deliberate contrast to the frenzied demand of her orgasm. “Deeper,” she cried out. “Please, I need more—”

“Fuck.” Suddenly, he was standing behind her, urging her legs farther apart. With one ruthless thrust, he drove his c*ck deep into her shivering depths, wrenching another cry from her lips as her emptiness, her longing, her hunger for him, was at last fulfilled. Words tumbled from her mouth she wouldn’t later remember. His thrusts only spurred her cli**x higher, and higher, until she leaned her head back against his shoulder and feared she might depart this life right now. Surely no one could feel this way and live. His teeth scored her throat and she reached up to grab a fistful of his silky hair, panting and riding out the earth-shattering pleasure until at last, mercifully, it began to wane.

Damael tightened his arms around her as she went limp, gently withdrawing from her slick heat. He wasn’t done with her yet—nowhere near it—so he gathered her up and laid her on the bed. Her eyelids cracked open and she sighed as he lowered himself over her, nestling between her thighs.

“Okay?” he asked, swiping damp strands of hair from her forehead. She nodded languidly, and he aligned his c*ck with her entrance again. He was still coated and glistening with her wetness, and more of it met him when he pressed forward into her. She gave way so sweetly, gripped him so tightly. Her legs and arms went around him, and she moaned, coming more alive beneath him with each inch he gained. He set the slow pace he’d wanted earlier, sinking all the way to the hilt in the tight squeeze of her drenched p**sy, pulling all the way out again. A groan tore itself from his throat, and she answered with a sweet coo, stroking her fingers lightly down his back.

It was really the only heaven he’d ever need.

When he’d first awakened alone on the earth, there had been only one thought burning in his mind. Find her. She was the only thing he had to live for. Earthbound angels had come in swiftly to set up his place in the world. He’d kept waiting for them to bring her to him, or at least give him some information about her—did she live? Was she back to work on earth? In Heaven?—but he’d never met more tight-lipped beings in his entire existence. It became very apparent very fast if he wanted her, he was going to have to find her.

As time wore on, he’d grown more and more frustrated, but he hadn’t given up. She was all that mattered. Tanan had finally appeared to him because in a moment of desperation, he’d stood outside in an empty field and screamed and cursed at the heavens to give her back to him until he’d hardly any voice left. Until the moment that damn angel appeared with the news he wanted to hear, he’d truly begun to think he’d made the wrong choice, doomed to live out his life here without her.

And he’d meant every word he’d said about spending the rest of his life and beyond making it up to her. She hadn’t deserved a single thing that happened, but they were together now, and he wouldn’t be able to stand it if she had any regrets.

“Celeste?” he whispered.

Her eyes opened. They were no less blue than they had ever been. He could see that even in the scant light from outside her window, and the look he saw there stole what breath he had left. “This was the only way. I wish it could have been different.”

Her hands gently captured his face. She could still his very heart with that one gesture, calm all of his normally raging senses until every iota of his being was under her thrall. Somehow he knew that gaze could read every thought, every doubt in his head. “It was all worth it, Damael.”

It was all he needed to know. He slid his arms under her, holding her close and brushing her lips with his as her slick, needy warmth began to milk him of his hard-won control. She was going with him, the sharpness of her nails digging into his back, her kiss deepening so that he could feel her mouth was as hot as her p**sy, and both drew him in mercilessly. Every thrust drove a cry from her mouth into his.

Release built in his shaft, swelling him inside her already impossible tightness. He held it in, a feat more agonizing than many of the tortures he’d faced over the centuries, until he heard her cries reach a fierce, musical crescendo again. As she began to flow and ripple around him like lava, he thrust deep and erupted, overflowing her with his seed. She gripped his hair and cried out his name, sounding for all the world like one of the pagan priestesses of old calling out to him for power or favor. Only she was crying out to him in pleasure, in love.

There was still a soul at stake here. It was his. But she could have it, and everything else he was, if only she would stay with him forever.

It occurred to him as he floated back down to earth that he had no idea if they were able to procreate. He would bet she hadn’t thought to ask that question, either. So far his new body seemed as biologically functional as a normal man’s, so he didn’t see why not.

He rained little kisses along her lips, her cheeks, as her breathing calmed and her eyes opened to reveal a satisfaction and contentment only that kind of rapture could leave in its wake.

“Worth it, indeed,” she murmured, and smiled.

“Do you think we can create life now?”

She blinked. Her eyebrows rose in her smooth forehead as she thought about it. “Um…maybe. Oops.”

“Don’t you like the idea of bearing my spawn?”

She burst out laughing. “Could you maybe put it a different way? Then we’ll talk.”

“Very well. But be warned, I’m a master at negotiation.”

“As if I didn’t already know it.”

Gently, he traced a finger across her cheek, over her lovely, still swollen lips. “But I’m looking forward to only negotiating what movie we’re going to watch or what we’re going to eat for dinner every night.”

“Or which drapes complement the sofa, or which tile to get for—”

“Okay, I give, I’ll leave all that stuff up to you. I’ll never win.” He eased over and drew her against him, cradling her in his arms. She snuggled sweetly against him, her head resting under his chin.

“Are you still going by your name? No offense, but it’s sort of dramatic.”

“I have many names—” A sharp pinch in his side caused him to yelp. He had to try to restrain both her hands as she continued to pinch and tickle him, but she was a nimble little thing. She ended up straddling him, pinning his hands down. Be damned if his c*ck didn’t respond to the damp rub of her p**sy against his lower belly. She gave him a feral grin as he laughed. “Easy, woman. Damn.”

“Oh, please. Henceforth, consider yourself punished for any demonic statements, actions or proclivities. I’ll have a hard enough time as it is convincing them to let you past the gates when the time comes.”

“I’m entirely in your hands, sweet angel.” He stared up at her, taking the measure of her lovely face. Her hair cascaded in silken spirals around him, her eyes twinkled. Every time he looked at her was almost like seeing her for the first time again. And yes, he remembered the exact moment that was. “It’s the only place I’ve ever wanted to be.”

She leaned down to kiss him, her wicked smile turning sweet. “From now on, it’s the only place you’ll ever be.”