Angel Thief
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“I’m a willing prisoner, angel.” He stretched beneath her weight, bringing their bodies into interesting contact. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Mmm. You’re a pushover, though you frightened Vince.” Sara kissed Filip’s nose, his mouth, his throat. She straddled him more securely as he moved.
“That bastard. He doesn’t deserve Jay’s loyalty.”
“He’s her dad. She loves him.”
“Huh.” But Filip couldn’t argue the power of love.
He wriggled his hands under Sara’s shirt and covered her bare breasts, massaging with a slow luxuriance that triggered tremors. She ripped off her shirt and stared at his hands dark against her fair skin. She had given herself into his keeping, just as he was hers to treasure—and pleasure.
She smiled and vanished all their clothes. Now a simple nudge and he’d be inside her.
“In a hurry?” He tweaked a nipple.
He might tease, but she could feel his tension.
“Should I be?” She leaned down and licked his mouth. He was hers. She loved the flavour of him.
“Anything you want,” Filip promised.
“You. I want you.”
“Then take me.” He returned her earlier words.
Excitement shot through her.
Filip groaned. “To see you hungry for me…”
“I’m starving.” But she was new to physical loving. She fumbled the alignment, and he slid hard and full along her folds. Pleasure shivered over her skin.
Filip groaned again and gripped her hips. He thrust up and his tip entered her. It was enough. She slid down, taking more of him, taking all of him.
Experimentally, she squeezed.
Triumph and desire glittered in Filip’s eyes. “Ride me.”
He forced the rhythm to slow and strong until she learned the action of moving with his thrusts. Then there was only heat and need and a wild seeking for one another that broke between them as he spilled inside her.
“Found you.” Filip rolled them sideways and buried his face in the curve of her throat. “Mine.”
She smoothed her hands over his back. “Mine.”
Outside, the Pacific Ocean lapped against the beach, the storms far out to sea forgotten. Peace after passion.
There would always be passion between her and Filip, but they would also bring each other peace. Not soggy contentment, but the true satisfaction of love shared and desire burning.
Sara smiled. There would be wild excitement.
“Have you ever made love to an angel before, Filip?”
He pulled back far enough to see her face. “No.”
“It wasn’t a trick question.” She smiled at his caution. She accepted that he’d have had other lovers before her. But she was his future. “I want to share an angel loving with you.”
“Hmm?” He traced a lazy question mark over her bare breast.
“An angel can choose her form—human, alien, spirit. I mightn’t be very steady when I dematerialise, but I can be pure energy. I want…” She wanted to touch every part of him, to feel him in bone and muscle, heart and soul. “Let me show you.”
She shimmered, lighting the room brighter than the sunlight playing over the ocean.
***
Filip closed his eyes against the brightness, then shuddered as the light blazed into his body. Sara. He could feel her. Not body, but her happy energy. She quivered along his every nerve and sank deeper. Her pure spirit invaded his soul. He felt her delight as he opened to her, felt her tears as she touched his scars and shadows, and then, both were banished. There was only Sara.
The joy was so intense, the freedom so powerful, that his spirit-body followed her instinctively into the energy of angel loving.
They met as pure energy, exploding in patterns of glory that the room couldn’t contain. They danced out over the ocean, weaving patterns of light and whispering sound. In their bodies, orgasm ended, but this angel loving crested only to rise higher. The intensity of union would have been terrifying, except this was Sara. Close was never close enough.
They drifted back to body form wrapped in one another.
Sara’s smile was sweet and satisfied. He kissed her to taste it, and registered the moment when she realised he was lodged inside her, hard and full. Her smile widened.
He withdrew so he could have the pleasure of re-entering her.
She arched up, more abandoned now, confident after angel loving that what pleased her would please him.
He took her with agonising slowness, and she punished him with kisses and nips, breathless pleadings and restless, roving hands.
“Sara!” He shouted as her climax gripped him.
Her arms and legs tightened around him. They were in this together.
***
“What will you do now you’re free?” Sara asked.
Their pillow talk drifted between lazy talk of the future and foreplay. Room service had provided a meal. The hotel computer said Mr. and Mrs. Geni occupied the penthouse suite.
Filip lay back against a haphazard pile of pillows and cuddled Sara on his chest.
“I think I’ll undertake an advanced course of study.” He kissed her fingers. “You’re complicated, angel. I’ll need to spend a lot of time with you exploring what makes your breath hitch and your eyes cross, why you scream sometimes when I’m inside you.”
“As if you don’t know!”
He grinned. “I believe in being thorough and I’m all for equality of the sexes. You can have equal time to explore me.”
“Well, in that case…” Her free hand started explorations.
“And then, I think I’ll help people.”
She stopped teasing and wriggled round to study his expression.
“I know what it is to be trapped. Like Khan was trapped in Afghanistan, losing hope, losing life. I was trapped by a curse. Humans are trapped by war and violence, by their own fear. I can give them a way out, an option to choose courage. It takes courage to build a new life.”
Sara smiled slow approval. “You’re going to go into competition with Vince. I’m marrying a people smuggler.”
“I’ll do it legally.” He squeezed her suddenly, feeling young and joyous. “I’ll be a hope smuggler.”
She kissed him breathless. “I think it’s a great idea. Khan can help at the Afghanistan end—oh. Did I tell you he knew the cure for Todd’s bone infection? I’ll have to give it to Jay as a gift for her medical studies.”
“And Todd?” Filip caressed her back.
“He died.”
“Sara, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” She hid her face against his shoulder a moment, then raised her head and held his gaze. “Promise me we’ll never stop trying to help people, that we’ll always care.”
“I promise.”
And Sara believed him.
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