Kassern (Archangels Creed)

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by Azure Boone


  Troy stared at her lips. "Someone like you is valuable in the battle against evil precisely because you've seen it, up close and personal." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes. "But forget about that for now. It has nothing to do with what's happening here."

  "What do you mean? Kassern told us-"

  "I don't care what he told us." He leaned forward, seeking her mouth. The touch of his lips against hers was electrifying. "I want you." His whispered declaration drew a shuddering breath from her, twisting tightly in her heart.

  He wanted her. How long had she needed to be wanted in a good way? The way a man should want a woman? The way Troy wanted her?

  Troy's lips left her mouth, teasing down her jaw and onto her neck. He paused over the desperate pulse at the base, swirling his tongue, driving it even harder. The heat of his mouth on her skin had an otherworldly quality, racing over and through her to touch and warm all her parts.

  His hands skimmed over her back and his light touch parted the clasp of her bra without effort and she drew a ragged gasp. Once more, he pulled back to look at her.

  "Beautiful." His reverent whisper, combined with the heat of his gaze on her hardened nipples stole her breath. He used one forefinger to trace a path meandering around her breasts, coming ever closer to the tight peaks without touching.

  Devyn thought her heart would burst with desperation if he kept teasing her. He must have mistaken her frustrated whimper for something else, because he withdrew his hand.

  "I'm sorry." He dropped his hand to his lap. The sudden misery in his face took her breath. "I don't have the slightest damn clue how to do this right."

  "What do you mean, do it right?" Was there a right way to have sex? If so, she'd never heard of it.

  "Um… Well, I mean…" He scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Damn it, I mean, I have no idea what to do. I know where everything goes, but, how can I be sure you'll enjoy it? I've heard-"

  "Just do whatever feels right to you, as long as you're happy, I'm good."

  He laughed. Actually laughed. He tilted his head and gave her an appraising look. "You're serious? Are you saying a woman can’t truly enjoy making love?"

  Devyn fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course not. Women enjoy it. It's just not… earth-shattering. Not like some women pretend it is."

  His brow furrowed, seeming disappointed with that information. "Seriously?"

  She nodded. "Sad truth. I'm probably giving up hundreds of years of sisterhood, or something, telling you that. That's not saying it can't be fun. Just not like it is for guys." She almost felt bad for bursting his bubble. But maybe he wouldn't agonize over whether she reached some mythical climax so much that neither of them had any fun. And then they could go ahead and get Karly safe from Jake.

  "Then why do you want to?"

  Not shrugging took tremendous effort. She studied him, trying to decide what sort of answer would please him. "Honestly?" Surprisingly, she really did want to please him.

  He nodded.

  "I like you. I enjoyed when you kissed me, and I think you-"

  He grinned. "You enjoyed it?"

  "Um, yeah." She licked her lips with a little smile. "I think-"

  Troy leaned in and took possession of her mouth once more. His arms went around her, drawing her close. He swept his tongue across the seam of her lips, probing, seeking entrance.

  Pulse once more racing, Devyn parted her lips to accommodate Troy's new assertiveness. He teased her tongue into participation, gliding his own across it in a way that made her stomach tighten. One hand trailed down from her shoulder, across her chest, to skim across her breast before cupping it to fill his palm.

  Her nipple throbbed insistently in his hot hand, anticipating something. He closed his fingers so her nipple crested between his index and middle fingers, entrapping the sensitive peak. He contracted his fingers rhythmically, creating luscious friction that made her belly flip-flop erratically.

  Caught up in the shockwaves emanating from her breast, Devyn almost failed to note when Troy stopped kissing her mouth. He nibbled lightly at her jawbone, pulling her attention back to his lips. Trailing a few kisses and teasing little nips down the length of her neck, he arrived at her collarbone to tease the hollow above it with his tongue.

  Electric shockwaves, unlike anything she'd ever felt, cascaded through her body and centered in her lower belly. Troy eased her down onto the bed, shifting position to bring his body slightly above her. Her heart trip-hammered along, threatening to either stop or beat its way free of her chest.

  How could Troy go so blindly forward? What compelled a man sworn to celibacy to have sex with a whore he'd barely met at the first demand of a creature claiming to be an angel? He couldn't have the slightest idea whether she was healthy or not. "What about a condom?"

  Troy paused then sighed. "Sorry, of course you'd want—"

  "Not for me, for you. I can't get pregnant but you should at least be concerned about dis—"

  Troy's hungry mouth stifled her words. Between breathless kisses, he whispered, "Tell it to the angel. Something tells me he considered all of it."

  Devyn's heart constricted as she watched his hungry kisses continue to the upper curve of her breasts. An odd sort of tension built in her stomach. "You aren't worried?"

  His mouth was suddenly on hers again. "No. I'm more concerned with this." He brushed one finger in a feather light touch across the tip of her nipple.

  Bolts of energy flew throughout her body, making her muscles quiver and her heart pound. Her stunned gasp brought a brief smile to his lips, before his tongue followed his fingertip, circling her areola with a touch so light she almost wondered if she imagined it. The sudden heavy fullness of both her breasts might have alarmed her if the sensation wasn't so delicious.

  When Troy applied gentle suction and drew her entire nipple into his mouth, Devyn actually cried out at the unexpected pleasure. Lips, tongue, and teeth all combined efforts to push her to the brink of something huge and unknown. Fear sought to drive her back, to ask him to stop. She resisted the cowardly desire to back out, even as her heart pounded her ribs with bruising force.

  Troy withdrew his mouth, allowing the air to cool her damp skin, tightening it even further. "Stop thinking. Just feel." His mouth settled on her other nipple while one hand skimmed across her belly. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he teased one finger under the edge.

  Devyn exhaled sharply as her belly contracted, creating more space between her skin and the waistband.

  Troy slid his entire hand, palm down, into the gap, until his fingertips encountered carefully trimmed hair. Devyn shifted unconsciously, hips tilting and thighs parting, to allow him further access. Troy's breath hissed between his teeth as his fingers found her moist heat.

  Devyn's body throbbed, centered deep inside her, in a hidden, untouched place. She moaned and arched her hips toward him, seeking more intimate contact.

  A low growl escaped Troy's lips. He stood then, stark desire evident in the sharp angles of his face, his entire body poised in readiness. Without a word, he unbuttoned and unzipped, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His hard-on throbbed, clearly visible in his snug briefs.

  Devyn met his hot gaze as he pushed the underwear down his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. Her breath caught in her throat and moisture flooded throbbing folds in private. The heavy fullness of her breasts spread to include her pelvis. A tiny, hidden bundle of nerves twitched, hard and restless. Her jeans felt too tight, uncomfortable and confining, so Devyn opened them with trembling fingers and lifted her hips to shove them down her legs and onto the floor.

  Troy's imposing erection twitched in readiness, those forest eyes filled with unfamiliar torment. His gaze crawled up and down her body until his handsome face seemed pained and his muscular body quivered. Devyn swallowed, wondering if maybe he didn't like what he saw.

  He returned his gaze to hers and her heart raced. She recognized the powerful temptation to make smal
l talk for the coping mechanism it was. Far easier to joke about the weather and erase the sudden urgency in his eyes than to deal with intensity of the moment.

  Holding her gaze tight with his, he lifted her foot and placed a kiss on the arch. He finally turned to see the skin he tasted and then glided his finger along her calf, into the hollow behind her knee, then back toward her ankle. His lips slowly followed the path his hand traced and Devyn couldn't decide what affected her more; how he'd gazed at her leg like a sacred, cherished thing, or the way his full lips looked and felt as they pressed softly onto her skin.

  That feeling between her legs thickened when his fingers went ahead of his lips down the inside of her thigh. Devyn's hands remained next to her head, fisted and locked in the same rapture as the rest of her body. This wasn't part of the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sexual scenario she'd imagined. His eyes fell closed as his palm stroked the soft satin of her inner thigh like he was a blind man seeing with touch. And lips. And tongue. Damn, how could something so little feel so good?

  She gasped when his fingers grazed her short pubic hair. Troy's hot breath heated her leg and worry filled his brow as he opened his mouth wider and gently bit the muscle just inside her knee all while those fingers continued to explore the entire shape of her limb, slowing to a snail crawl when it neared her privates. Like he wanted to go further but wasn't quite ready yet. He was making her crazy with need she'd never felt before.

  Troy groaned and lowered to the floor on his knees and Devyn lifted her head to see why. The vague worry that he was stopping for prayer dissolved when he slid his hands up both her thighs. He moved closer until her shins touched his chest and he nudged her legs apart.

  Oh God. She was so not used to such gentleness.

  Locking his gaze on hers, he stroked along her thighs. Goosebumps covered her flesh, making her nipples tighter. Troy's gaze dropped to the rapid rise and fall of her breasts and the desperate look that came over his face made Devyn whimper acknowledgement of the level of his restraint. He suddenly stroked over her hips and wrapped his hands about her waist. Before she could wonder over the firm purpose in his fingers, he pulled her to him in one smooth move.

  Devyn gasped, not altogether sure what he had in mind. Surely not what she thought. Surely…

  Troy's head lowered between her legs and Devyn clenched her eyes. She'd had oral sex once, and it wasn't all that. Really more embarrassing and uncomfortable than anything. "You don't have to do this… I mean, it's not necessary." She barely recognized her voice without all the strength she'd meant to put in her words.

  "But I do," he whispered, stroking along the juncture at her thighs, his tone pained. "This," he dipped a finger just inside her then slid it up to her clit, "has haunted my dreams." He drew soft circles over the tight bud making Devyn moan and reach with her hips for his soft touch.

  "Troy." It was a plea to do it and never stop.

  Devyn gasped when his hands pushed against her inner thighs and spread her wide. She wanted to watch but kept her eyes shut, just feeling. He kept his fingers pressed firmly into her muscle, almost pressing her legs into the bed. Why did that feel so damn good?

  A strobe of warmth touched her clit. "Oh God." The warmth of his tongue circled the hard bundle of nerves and flowed back over the tip like a slow moving shower of heat. Devyn clutched the covers and bucked her hips under the assault of pleasure.

  She felt his finger at her entrance, creating tiny circles before he eased it inside her in increments. Using only a quarter of his finger, he slowly moved it in and out of her, keeping up with those fluttering strobes on her clit. Oh God, so hot.

  Devyn began to mewl softly when Troy moved that one finger faster in and out of her, just inside her opening. How could that feel so good? Was this what he'd done in that dream of his? Mmm, what else?

  Desire sang in her veins and made her raise her head to watch the magic Troy worked in her body. She wasn't a looker, she was an eye-shutter, never wanting to see the reality of who she was. But as she gazed at Troy's face between her legs, the crescent of dark lashes on his flawless skin, her mouth opened in delicious awe.

  As though sensing her eyes on him, he raised his. When their gazes locked, his fingers dug into her thighs and he placed his entire mouth on her pussy. His eyes slowly shut while he moved his lips between hers in the most tender, passionate kiss.

  The urge to see more brought her up on her elbows. Troy's tongue swirled over her clit while his lips remained soft inside hers. She gave several consecutive gasps mixed with moans as he created lava with such silky motions. "Troy, yes." He groaned against her and his finger sank in deeper. Devyn's head fell back when his finger could go no more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Troy had never tasted anything so exquisite. She felt like the softest silk on his lips and tongue. And her scent and taste. He groaned against her, that foreign hunger stealing into his fingers and making them dig into the delicious muscles inside her thighs. There were no words for what her essence did to his senses. Not to mention the way she moved under his mouth and the beautiful sexy sounds she made. The combination brought out urges in him that hinted at barbaric. Not a feeling he was at all familiar with.

  And his dream. How accurate it had been. He'd known things in that dream that he'd never been taught, and yet he knew them like he knew how to breathe. He just knew. God she felt amazing inside. He explored her tight warmth with precision and curiosity, mentally mapping his discoveries.

  When his finger hit the little spongy spot he somehow knew to search for, he obeyed the instinct to rub the pad of his finger against it. Devyn's gasped response, and the frantic thrust of her hips against his mouth nearly snapped his threadbare control. The struggle to bring his desperation under control pulled a heavy growl from his throat.

  "Troy, Troy, yes." Her breathless plea left no part of him untouched, inside or out, as her sweet passion rose ever higher.

  God help him. How could her voice do that to him? Make him lose the control he'd just fought to gain. Bringing his focus back to Devyn's pleasure, he flicked his finger inside her and returned to delivering those light flutters on the little bud between her folds.

  Troy let out another groan when her fingers slid into his hair and her nails raked his scalp. His manhood throbbed painfully with every pump of her hips. She was close to what he'd done to her in that dream. The contraction of hot silk on his finger, the tremble in her thighs, the strain of her legs to be wider…all the signs were there.

  His eyes locked on her perfect breasts and the nipple calling for his attention. He slid his hand up along her tight abs and barely stroked over the tip of her nipple. She cried out and her fingers spasmed in his hair, pulling but not causing pain.

  "Oh God, Oh God yes, yes." This was it. Break for me baby. Give me your locked away dreams. They're mine.

  With one final cry, she erupted beneath his lips and around his finger, the sweet sound like nectar to his body and heart. The spasms in her limbs drove him to the edge and he fought not to release right there, groaning while he carefully moved his lips between her silky petals, mindful of the delicate pressure he knew to continue as she went to pieces under his mouth, and just after the peak of her climax. Just like he'd done in the dream. My God, what had he done to deserve this blessing? This woman?

  "Troy, yes, yes, yes." The astonished words were as silky as the now sensitive flesh under his lips. He administered butterfly kisses before sliding his tongue lower to taste the evidence of what he'd done to her, filling his hand with the firm silk of her breast.

  He finally rose to his feet, reluctant to take his mouth from her, but driven by the need to make her completely his. Devyn's pleasure-sedated eyes gazed at him, while the flush of passion made her delicate skin glow.

  Her gaze on him produced physical sensation, making his hips rock in response. She noticed his throbbing need and gasped, then bit her lower lip.

  Troy felt like a victorious warrior as he crawled over her
body until their gazes were even. His thick shaft rested between her thighs and throbbed against her warmth. He clenched his eyes, willing the surge of pleasure back before it over took him.

  "That was so amazing."

  Her soft whisper came with the stroke of her fingers along his sides, again driving fire through his body and into his member. He couldn't speak, he could only breathe. His need to feel her hot silk around him was all he could think about. Reaching between them, he carefully stroked himself over her wet folds. She panted against his mouth, escalating the feral urge to demand and take what was his. Had to go slow. Be soft. Careful.

  The wise words could have been moths next to a fiery inferno. All he could think of as he stared into the wide gray eyes inches before him, was becoming one with her. Giving himself to Devyn in every way. And making her his, forever.

  The fear Troy had anticipated would bumble his performance surprisingly flared in Devyn's eyes. He lowered his lips and placed a kiss on her nose, then each cheek. He kissed the edge of her mouth. "Why are you afraid?" he whispered.

  She bathed his lips with her nervous breaths. "I-I'm not sure. I never…"

  Remaining poised just outside of paradise had to be the hardest thing he'd ever done. He stroked over her lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing her desire, both hands holding either side of her head. Encouraged by her whimper, he drew her lower lip into his mouth, sucking softly.

  The taste of her mouth and the stroke of her rapid breathing pulled him into another dimension that had only one purpose. He angled his lips and entered the paradise of her mouth with hunger, stroking along the edge of her tongue with his, lost to the silk of the underside and the contrasting top side. Breathless, she grasped his face between her hands and pushed her hips into his, inviting him in.

  Somehow he took the invitation like a gentleman, refusing the barbaric urge to drive hard. He pushed in barely, and both their lips opened more with the sounds of their slow joining. Their tongues danced, hungry for something neither seemed to really understand but had to have. Devyn's legs clamped his sides, pulling him in further. Troy broke the kiss and trailed rapid nips along her jaw before planting his mouth on the smooth column of her neck. Her fingers raked his scalp and her moan filled his lips and tongue. Losing the battle against the demanding desire, he sucked vigorously.

 

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