“I’ve been as quiet as I can, do you need me to leave?”
“God no, I need…” He shut his eyes then jerked away from her soft touch on his bare back.
She flinched and appeared pissed and hurt. “Fine, how about I leave—”
“No, please, it’s not you. I mean…I can hear or feel what they’re doing in there and—”
She gasped. “Oh my God, is that why you…” she aimed her angry gaze at his midsection, “have a massive hard on?”
The incredulous offense in her voice was just the distraction he needed and yet didn’t. “Yes and no.”
“Yes! And! No!”
By the shrill in her voice his answer had equaled blasphemy in her book. “I mean you’re making me want it.”
“Me!” More wrong answers. “I’m just sitting here as quiet as a goddamn church mouse trying to be understanding while you pace a hole in the floor getting your rocks off while listening in on them have sex!”
Toren flashed to the door when she went for it, blocking her path. “It’s not like that, I’m not getting off to that, it’s you I’m getting off to, I swear my angelic spirit on it.”
His words made more of an impact than he’d expected and Toren didn’t waste time with the upper hand. “Did you forget how badly I want you and need you?” Toren knew he shouldn’t touch her, because of how weak he was, but he had to. Just one stroke on her cheek to remind her what she meant to him.
Toren realized his mistake when Samantha leaned into his fingers with her mouth. He stood helpless as she took his hand and sucked his fingers, reacting to the lethal amount of desire emitting from his pores. If he didn’t stop her, he’d take her hard and fast like a rabid bull any second.
She gasped when he forced the metals in her body to pin her to the wall. As soon as his couple consummated, she was his to do as he pleased. And God would he ever do it to her. All. Night. Long.
She watched him pace like an animal before her, desire weighing her eyes to mere slits. “Kiss me Toren.”
He spun away from her, a loud metallic growl shaking the air. Her scent filled the room and he fell to his knees holding his head in his hands. He needed to satisfy her more than he needed satisfaction. He focused his mind on her body and commanded her metals to gather at every pleasure point. Then he lit them up slowly with heat and vibration.
She gave several whimpered moans that grew as he turned the pleasure up, causing the metals to lick hot. At her nipples…her core…her clit. “Oh God yes, yes,” she whispered. “Toren.”
He clenched his eyes, grunting through the torment of needing to taste and touch her with angelic precision and passion. Soon. His couple was close. Maybe five more eternal minutes. He’d finish Sam even though he wanted to build her very slowly. Then he’d do her again. And again. Show her all the pleasure she was capable of.
He couldn’t stand to hear her make those sounds and not see her. He stood before her and watched. Watched her writhe on the wall. He wanted her naked. A mere thought dismantled her clothes and they fell to her feet.
He stepped closer to her, feeling a little stronger with his couple so close. He placed his hands firmly on the wall and leaned in, unable to keep from kissing her parted lips. He watched her like a possessive animal, tasted her tongue and let the smell of her arousal fill his pores until he was nice and dizzy with it. “Come for me.” He licked at her lips, devouring her incessant moans and gasps.
“Toren, Toren, Toren.” Her head thrashed as she called to him, called for him. “I love you.”
The sweet tiny words shattered him in a way he didn’t understand. He fell to his knees before her and buried his mouth in her sex, sucking her clit with desperation. Her explosion came instantly and he released her body, needing to feel her hungry hands on his head as he milked her orgasm with his lips and tongue.
She loved him.
The mess that made inside his head and body was incalculable, new, and frightening. And Toren didn’t have time to worry over what it all meant. His couple was about to rock his world.
** ** **
Ezekiel felt like it was all a dream. The ones you wake up from and wished you’d never had because it left you with a hunger that could never be fed. She was that dream, real, in his hands. She’d pulled him on top of her then rolled him onto his back and now she sat on his waist, pinning his impossibly hard erection to his stomach. She reminded him of a beautiful angel in an odd way, with pure passion. There was nothing dirty about the way she moved, twirling her hips, making herself feel good on him.
Ezekiel grabbed a pillow and crammed it under his head, watching what she did. His heart threatened to beat from his chest when she raised up and positioned him at her entrance. She was going to make love to him. So perfect.
He fisted his hands in the covers, focusing his breaths so he didn’t embarrass himself and come prematurely. He wanted to let her have her fill first. Please let him last. She lowered her desire sated gaze to his, and kept it locked there as she lowered slowly onto him.
God. Ezekiel gasped and looked longingly at her hard nipples begging for his mouth then moved his attention to the full bottom lip she bit in effort to take him entirely in. Did it hurt her?
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped, closing her eyes.
Ezekiel groaned in answer and flicked his hips shoving all the way inside her. She cried out and grabbed hold of his abs. Shit, he was about to explode. He choked back his orgasm and focused his breathing again. Skylar locked her gaze on his once more and lifted up. Her lips parted in ecstasy as she slowly lowered back down, brows drawn tight over her darkened blue eyes.
Ezekiel clenched his eyes shut so as not to climax just from looking at her.
She gripped his abs tight and began moving in a slow rhythm up and down on him. “Zekiel, yes.”
Fuck. She won, there was no fighting what she was doing to him. He flicked his hips with a growl, quickly losing control. The cry she gave made him insane to hear more just like that. Then she began playing with herself. Mother of God, he needed to slow down just to watch that. He growled through the growing storm of ecstasy, willing it back a little longer as she wiggled her finger between her luscious folds. His hips had a mind of their own and continued bucking under her until she bounced on him.
“Come baby,” he gasped, grabbing hold of her waist when his own orgasm rushed forward to consume him.
She finally did. She came all over him in the sweetest cry of ecstasy he’d ever heard, shuddering deliciously on his cock. Ezekiel slammed his hands on her hips, overcome with a barbaric need to ram into her non-stop until he shot his seed deep inside her. Skylar fell forward and the new position freed him to really thrust. Five strokes more and Ezekiel roared his climax and Skylar was right there, fingers raking his scalp and gasping in his mouth, kissing up every drop of desire pouring out of him.
The air in the room suddenly reverberated with a deafening sound of tearing metal followed by blinding light.
Next to the bed, Toren’s body bowed in the air with his arms spread wide, mouth open in a scream that never reached Ezekiel’s ears. He watched as the light seemed to try and rip the angel apart before Toren brought his arms together in a thunderous clap that sent the light in reverse, a supersonic tsunami wave that slammed him and Skylar. He held her tightly to his body, unsure of what was happening but sure that whatever it was, was definitely effecting them.
The light seemed to shatter his molecules until he felt like he was floating somewhere in another dimension, no longer sure he held Skylar tight in his embrace. That fear was greater than what he felt happening inside him, the hot boiling heat seemed to seal things that shouldn’t be and opened things that should remain forever shut. Then it was gone. All of it. The angel, the light, the pain. And Skylar was in his arms, breathing as heavily as he was. Had the same thing happened to her? When he said he needed to create a warrior…did he mean he’d create it in them?
** ** **
Sam laid on the floor d
umbfounded with what just happened, with what Toren had just done, was still doing. He’d pinned her to the wall and seemed to hook all her private parts to an invisible tens unit until she climaxed.
Oh God, she’d said she loved him. What had come over her? And the way it affected him, what did that mean? Was dropping down and sucking the orgasm right out of her how angels said I love you back?
And then he’d suddenly flashed out of there, leaving her to fall to the floor in the aftermath. Was he angry? Where did he go? And what the hell was that sound earlier? Like a tornado had ripped off the roof of a huge metal building.
But the most interesting and important question remaining was why couldn’t she move? She’d been mysteriously pinned to the wall before and now she was pinned to the floor. She figured that out when she’d decided not to remain sprawled there like a woman who’d been crucified with pleasure.
Toren suddenly appeared next to her on one knee, head bowed, body heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat? She didn’t remember him ever sweating before. “Toren?”
God what was wrong with her voice? She sounded…so frail. He slowly turned his head toward her and her breath froze at seeing his eyes a brilliant mercury.
She stared into them and became filled with terror at seeing a strange girl in a brown robe with a huge belly. Pain split through her abdomen and she opened her mouth and screamed. Toren stretched his hand toward her and even though she thrashed with her efforts to shred her lungs, there was no sound. What was wrong with her? Oh God. She finally stilled her struggles and gazed at him. Her vision blurred with tears as she mouthed the silent words. “What’s wrong with me…”
Toren’s face strained with emotions she couldn’t name as he moved to kneel next to her. He stroked her cheek as his cute face contorted with fear and rage it seemed. And regret. “Thymamai,” he whispered.
Sam gasped on the sudden cold wind and rain in her lungs. She blinked and realized she flew over an ancient looking building out in the middle of nowhere. Panic seized her as she soared straight down through the old stone roof and came to hover quietly in the air of a small cement chamber. She stared at a woman on a bed in a brown robe, her belly swollen, screaming in agony. Things blurred and she was in another room with a group of people. She knew these people. She saw Toren on his knees holding the hand of a girl. Sam moved to see better and more tears blurred her vision. It was her. Oh God.
She watched as Toren held onto her hand, no, her soul, begging her not to go. To stay. With him.
The memory of him flooded her body and mind like a tidal wave. Oh God, her angel. She had no reason to live apart from that voice he’d put in her spirit, that purpose. He’d given her hope and purpose. He was her purpose. She watched in awe as she died and her spirit body rose up out of her flesh. And kissed him. Her heart suddenly wanted to burst from her chest at the sweetest memory she’d ever had in all her life.
Why did she forget him?
She looked left and saw strange animals on the floor and the giant creature that resembled them. Sort of. The dots suddenly connected, creating a hideous picture. She’d been raped by that man. She’d had those things.
Oh God.
“I’m going to cleanse you Samantha,” Toren whispered, standing next to her. Despite the warning in his tone, desire ravaged her body at seeing him fully nude. Sam felt her vocal chords again and gasped like she’d not been able to breathe even though she knew it wasn’t the case.
“Why did I forget you?” It was the one thing she wanted to know. More like how could she forget him.
“I wiped your memory.” He knelt between her legs and she felt them sliding open of their own accord. He leaned over her body until his lips were at her ear. “I had to win your heart without angelic influence.”
Her heart hammered at his words. “And you think you have?” Her voice was hoarse like she’d shredded it.
He nuzzled along her cheek with soft lips then up across her forehead. “Yes.”
She tried to recall that nightmare she’d lived until her heart thundered in her chest. “I don’t remember the bad even though I remember it. It’s weird.”
“Because I’ve won your heart.” He lowered his body so that his chest brushed hers, drawing a light whimper from her.
But it was his words that made her tummy tickle and flip-flop. What they meant. “You sound so sure.”
He continued his kisses along the other side of her face and ended at her ear. “I am.”
A delicious shudder rode her spine at the heat of his breath and the surety of his tone. She gasped at feeling his thick arousal at her entrance. “Why am I tied down if you’ve won me?”
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “For your protection.”
She swallowed. “Should I pray?”
A low growl seemed to emit from his pores as he pushed her face aside with his and nibbled at her neck. “That would be a major turn on for me.”
Lord his words made her horny out of her mind. “Should I be scared then?”
“Never.”
“Then why…why did you say it like that?”
“Like what?” His mouth slowly descended toward her breasts.
“I’m going to cleanse you,” Sam repeated the way he’d said it.
“Did I really sound that scary?” Genuine curiosity tinged his deep voice as he circled her nipple with his hot tongue.
“Jesus,” she gasped.
He gave another one of those growls that came across a lot like a purr of satisfaction followed by a nibble on her nipple that shot fire through her.
“When…I mean how…do you clean me?”
He switched breasts and nearly made her forget her question along with her name. Then he leisurely moved to her mouth and kissed her like there was no tomorrow, his tongue a possessive heat along hers all rough and demanding.
He finally broke the kiss and she gasped while staring into his eyes. “Oh God,” she whimpered when he stroked his hard erection along her entrance. “You’re going to…make love to me?”
He closed his eyes like her words hurt him then stroked his face along hers. “Yes,” he whispered. His beautiful voice thickened with things she didn’t quite understand. But she was sure she liked. “Tell me again, Samantha,” he croaked at her ear.
Her heart raced at what he meant. At knowing what he meant. “Tell you what?” Why she had to pretend she didn’t know, she wasn’t sure.
“It’s not the same if I tell you what I want you to say.”
“What, that I love you?”
Despite her nonchalance, Toren paused and stared at her. The intent look in his gaze seared her clear to her soul until she gasped from it. “Say it again.”
His voice was barely audible and yet her every pore reverberated with the soft beg. She swallowed for courage, not really sure why she hesitated. Did she really love him?
She considered everything about him. And her. How he treated her. How he made her feel. How he cared about her. Wanted her. But did he love her? She was sure he did, but…
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her with a careful tenderness. “You know I do,” he whispered softly.
“I want to hear it.”
He pulled up and stared at her until she worried it was all too good to be true. “I love you. More than you will ever fathom.”
Tears immediately spilled from her eyes and she gasped, “Can’t you…let me touch you?”
He let her loose and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his massive body, pressing her lips into his strong warm shoulder. “I love you. From the first day I saw you, God yes, I love you. Thank you for saving me.” She sobbed in his neck. “I love you, I love you.”
He stole her breath with a kiss and drove his cock into her in one smooth motion. Sam cried out and arched her body into the all-consuming sensation of him filling her up so perfectly and completely. She clutched him to her, not able to get him close enough to her, not wanting to ever be not as the
y were in that second. Joined entirely. Toren remained buried deep inside her, his mouth at her ear, filling her mind and heart with his labored shaky breaths.
“You’re mine. Forever.” His cock throbbed inside her and Sam suddenly needed him to really make love to her.
She tilted her hips and he gasped in her ear. Sliding her hands down his corded slick back, she dug her fingers into the muscle of his perfect butt, pressing him. She suddenly understood his intentions and purpose. And she felt the power in his body, poised on standby. For her. All for her this power. To cherish her, protect her.
As soon as she became aware of that, she became aware of the other.
She gasped when Toren seemed to nail her every pore to the floor and went very still with a low growl. “It’s time.”
“Oh God, hurry, clean me, clean me!”
Sam felt the darkness inside her multiplying at an alarming rate, quickly latching on to her insides like a seamless glove slipping over her soul and suffocating her.
He pulled out and slammed his cock back in her and the evil shattered with a grinding screech in her head. She struggled to reach for him, needing to hold on, but he still had her bound. “I got you baby, you’re safe. He can’t have you,” he gasped next to her face. “You’re all mine.”
“Toren,” she whispered, terrified at feeling that demon’s presence. “I’m scared.”
Toren growled and began moving in and out of her, every stroke shattering the darkness until all she knew was him. Toren’s breath in her ear, his hardness filling her entirely, hitting her core and showering her body in hot sparks.
He lifted his upper body and watched her breasts move to the vigorous pumps of his hips.
She could only open her mouth in astonishment at the ecstasy he devastated her body with. She let loose her cry when he threw his head back and bared his teeth, the muscles and veins in his neck bulging with a deep metallic grow. He was coming. Oh God, yes. He cut her restraints loose and fell on her. Sam wrapped him in her arms and legs, feeling his orgasm grip his powerful body.
“Oh God, God, Father!” The strained cry sounded devastated with rapture, shock, and unspeakable joy. The sound of an angel’s first time being a real man. But it was the ultimate shattering inside her that tore through her with an uncompromising force. His soul binding to hers, breaking that demon’s hold with absolution.
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