"Come for, Tabby. Let me hear you scream my name."
His tongue traveled lower, claiming my clit again. He timed his strokes with the quick thrusts of his fingers. Determined not to give in, I squeezed my eyes shut. Sweat had broken out all over my body, but he seemed unaffected.
"Say my name, beloved,” he whispered in my mind.
His dark eyes didn't leave my face. He laid his hand flat against my stomach over my belly button. When he did that, white energy coiled around my spine like a vine entwining itself through my body. An orgasm moved through me so hard that I wasn't sure I was going to remain conscious. It swept me away.
"Tucker. Mm ... please, Tucker,” I screamed.
He didn't stop, but kept on attacking me with his fingers, tongue, and the energy pulses. My bones felt liquid. I could barely move as he assaulted me with pleasure. The world had ceased to exist. It was all I could do to focus and remind myself to breath as I quivered from the onslaught. Finally, he sensed I couldn't take anymore and replaced his fingers with his dick. I was so wet that he slid into me easily.
"Ahh, Tabby."
I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight to me. My arms grasped his as his nails raked my skin leaving faint pink lines. His cock felt good inside of me. He lifted me up in his powerful arms and kissed me. Then we began to make love. He thrust his hips against mine slow at first to let me feel his entire length as he lifted me and brought me down slowly. I tried to move against him to keep a rhythm between us, but he claimed my lips.
"Let me love you, Tabby. You body feels so good against mine. We fit together. I love you."
He broke the kiss then. He was gasping. The rhythm increased between us. I clenched my legs tighter around him. My arms were around his neck. I kissed the side of his throat. Tucker was straining. His nails pierced the flesh of my back. But I didn't feel the pain. The light that we both saw in our minds now surrounded the both of us. We didn't need to close our eyes to see it. It wrapped around us. I felt the arms of the light touching my flesh, suffusing all of me as I was sure it was doing with him as well.
I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It felt like I was being torn in two, but it wasn't painful. All my atoms seemed to be separating and then fusing back together. Tucker was almost there. I opened my eyes and saw the light adhering to his shoulder blades. It began to brighten. Inside the brilliance, I saw the outline of wings. At the moment, the illumination became too bright, and I felt Tucker holding me tighter to him.
"I love you, Tabby.” He kissed the spot under my ear and then gave me one final thrust before the light washed over both of us and infused us with its final push of sheer pleasure. Tucker collapsed on the bed next to me with a contented smile on his face.
It took me a few seconds to come down from the high. Tucker pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed my fingers. He drew them into his mouth suckling them I closed my eyes as a shudder of pleasure had me in its grasp for a second.
"You need to stop that."
"Why?” His grin was devilish.
"Because I can't go another round like that. What was that? That light?"
He stopped sucking on my fingers and twined his through mine. The heat of his flesh made me break out in another sweat. “It means I've crossed to the other side. All because of you. Because you loved me enough to open my heart."
I stared at him in awe. “You're an angel now?"
"Almost. I think. There's only one more thing to do."
"What's that?"
"I have to let go over everything."
He stared at me long and hard, and I realized what he meant. He had to give me up. To be an angel, he had to give up our love and ascend to a higher plane. I understood that, but it didn't mean I liked it The feeling of peace and serenity the light had infused me with hadn't left, and I realized that this was what Tucker had to do. “I understand."
"Forgive me, Tabby. I don't desire to leave you like this again, but—"
I placed my hand over his lips and kissed our entwined fingers. “I understand. I really do. It's okay. I mean that. You have to do what you need to."
He moved my hand away and pulled me close to him. He kissed me and then hugged me. “Thank you, Tabitha. For everything you've done for me."
"What happens when I wake up?"
He cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the caress for the moment it lasted. “When you wake up, you'll have an A on your paper and a piece of my heart. Now lie back and shut your eyes. You'll be in my heart forever, Tabby. Love never dies, especially when it's in the heart of an angel."
I closed my eyes and nestled against him. As I did, fatigue washed over me. My last thought was of Tucker, but I didn't have to worry about him. That was the sense that I got. He was going to be fine. Just as I was.
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Epilogue
Just as Tucker had promised, I woke up the next morning in my bed. My body felt great. The sense of serenity I had with him in the dream realm had carried over into my waking world. Kasandra was still at her boyfriend's, and I didn't feel lonely. Later that day, I checked my e-mail, and there was a bulletin from the college saying that Professor Amonde had taken a leave of absence and that anyone in his class would have final grades posted. There was also an e-mail from the professor with nothing more than my paper attached to it. When I opened it, there was a large red A at the top of the paper. Tears came to my eyes. I hoped Tucker was happy. I was sure that he was considering it was what he wanted. I saved the paper and shut off my computer. Like him, it was time for me to move on.
Weeks came and went. My dreams were normal. No daemon looking to feed off my soul haunted them. I also didn't try to dreamwalk again, at least not with knowingly. I wasn't sure what was on the other side of the dream door this time if I crossed over it. Who knew what the next daemon lord would do to me. So I kept my mind focused on the present. I got a new job and finished up my master's thesis. However, Professor Amonde never did return. Kasandra moved into her own place with her boyfriend, leaving me the brunt of the rent, but that was okay because I was making more money and it wasn't too stressful. I was in training to study people's dreams. Life was good. It seemed like an angel was watching over me. I didn't have any trouble, but I was still lonely. At first, I wrote it off and didn't think about it, but as time went forward, I knew what I wanted. I knew what my heart needed.
I didn't search my dreams looking for him. My body knew what it wanted. Tucker said that I would have a piece of his heart. So after watching television about the incoming storm, I stared at the empty room and the cinnamon candle that I had bought. Tucker might have changed my reality from being the daemon lord, but I went out and found the black nightie I had had before and the same kind of candle. I only hoped that he would be allowed to come.
The rain had begun battering the windows. The lightning ran across the sky and chased the thunder. I shut off all the lights and stared at the candle. Tucker had told me his true name. Supposedly I had power over him. Let's see if you're an angel and if you can come down to the mortal realm. I struck a match and lit the candle. The wick sputtered to life. Shadows danced on the wall. My mind flashed back to the night when the Nightmares had me. Goosebumps dotted my arms as I brushed away the memory.
I took a breath. “Tucker."
The shadows remained flat on the wall. I scanned along the corners of the room and still there was nothing. I figured then that I had to use his true name. I shook as my mind traced back in time to the last time we had been together. My body came alive from just the remembrance of his touch. I bit back a moan and turned my desire into a caress as I whispered his name.
"Ramiel.” He had to have heard me.
I watched the shadows, and after a moment, I saw a faint glow, and then he was there. He was dressed as before in a black suit. His hair was loose around his shoulders. His beard was nearly trimmed to his face, but instead of the ruby, there was a diamond holding his collar together. His
eyes were the most different about him. They weren't black anymore. They looked like human eyes except they were gold with silver irises.
"Summoning me with that much passion could drive an angel to debauchery.” He opened his arms to me. I ran into them. It was where I belonged. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. This time he smelled like lilies and jasmine.
"God, I missed you."
"I missed you, too.” He untangled himself from me and looked around the room. “No Devil's Traps this time?"
I chuckled. “I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Besides, I wasn't sure if you would come or if you were allowed to."
He moved aside a piece of my hair. “It seems I wasn't able to give up everything. There was one thing I couldn't give up.” His fingers brushed my cheek. His nails were clear and not claws anymore. He kissed me and his lips were as sweet as honey. My tongue ran along them to savor the taste.
"What happened?"
His hand ran over my satin nightgown. “They assigned me as a guardian for this certain human whose hair looks like a tabby cat's. Told me to watch over and protect her until she kicked me to the curb."
I bit my lip as I blushed. “Oh.” I absently began unbuttoning his shirt and worked lower until I cupped his erection. “Does an angel still get to do this?"
"Oh yeah! As much as you want. But there's something I forgot to give you.” He waved his hand over his other and a black box appeared. It was the same one from his last visit. He waited while I opened it. Inside was a gold band with a heart-shaped ruby on it. He plucked the ring out and slid it onto my ring finger on my right hand.
"I can't promise you marriage, Tabitha, so I won't bind you me in the human way. But I can give you a piece of my heart. You showed me love and I'm yours until the end of time."
My finger slid over the stone. It was warm. I kissed him while winding my hands in his hair. “I can live with that, but on one condition."
He growled, and his eyes turned black for a moment. There was still a little bit of the daemon in him. “Why do you always ask the impossible, woman?"
I tickled his chest and looked up at him innocently. “Because I can."
"Yeah, you can. Now what do you want?"
I licked one of his nipples. “I want you to claim me like you were supposed to. Over and over again."
His smile stretched from ear to ear. “Oh, I think I can oblige that.” Leaning in to kiss me, he slid his hands over my breasts.
"Oh, and I want to see your wings."
Before he could protest, I claimed his lips one more time, knowing the whole time I would get what I wanted. I would always get what I wanted. Like he had told me before, reality was only an illusion. And in my reality, in my dream, I would always get what I wanted.
The End
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About the Author
Crymsyn Hart's worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and brooding shifters.
Crymsyn is a crafty witch and psychic who, for many years, worked in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a degree in Creative Writing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo including two playful puppies and her hubby Mark.
If you come after dark, you're more than likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie.
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