CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“What in God’s name is going on in there?” Skylar whispered, looking at the wall.
Ezekiel snuggled into her breasts with a moan of who cares.
“I hope Sam’s okay.”
Ezekiel grunted lightly. “I hope that angel’s okay. That woman seems like quite a handful.”
“Do you feel any different? I mean after that angel came in here like that? Wasn’t he supposed to make some kind of warrior? Did I miss something?”
“I don’t know.” He snuggled into her boob with his nose and mouth.
“You don’t seem very bothered by all of this.”
He finally looked up at her with casual concern. “What am I supposed to say? The…man if we can call him that, pulled my heart out of my chest and put it back, that kind of gets nominated for the biggest wow moment ever. For me at least.”
“I liked to fainted when he did that.”
He smiled at her and leaned up for her lips. “You tried to save my life when you thought he was strangling the shit out of me too.”
“Thought! He was. I mean yes you were an ass, but I didn’t want you dead. Jesus.”
He moved higher so he could kiss her more thoroughly. She moaned when he got bold and pushed her lips open with his and snaked his tongue in her mouth. “I like when you kissed me like that.”
“Did you know…I have a kissing phobia?”
She moaned more when his hand found its way between her legs as his lips trailed to her jaw. “W-why, you don’t seem…”
“When I was seven,” he kissed his way to her ear, “they punished me with a black sack over my head.”
Her stomach knotted and she grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers, staring at him. “They, who?”
He stared into her troubled gaze with an eerie peace. “The soldiers in charge of the new recruits.”
“New recruits? Seven?”
He studied her face, seeming oblivious to the horror of his own words. “You have freckles.”
Skylar’s heart ached at his calm behavior. “The sun likes me,” she whispered, running her thumb along his rough jaw.
He smiled and kissed her lips softly. “I like you too. A lot.”
Her heart pounded furiously with sudden realization of her true feelings. Feelings she had no business having for somebody she hardly knew. But there was such a connection there, it was undeniable and deep. Maybe fated even though she never believed in such a thing.
He seemed to sense her struggle and looked into her gaze. His blue eyes pierced her heart, dark and pensive in the shadows cast by the setting sun of the suites lone window. “Talk to me.”
His whisper strained with need. The need to hear her. Understand her. The need to be trusted, needed, desired. His searching blue eyes confirmed it all, along with the gentle touch of his fingers on her jaw. She fought for courage to say it. “I…”
He sat there, silently begging her, encouraging her to speak her feelings to him.
“I…I’m scared.”
The tiniest frown appeared between his perfect brows. “Please…don’t say that.”
“Not…of you, of my feelings.”
He seemed upset still that she should be afraid of anything. “You’re safe baby.”
The sweet term of endearment broke through her fears and she gasped on the growing emotions she had for him. “I just…” she huffed in frustration, looking at the ceiling. “Why is this so hard, they’re just words for cryin’ out loud?”
He leaned and nibbled extra softly at her jaw. “Say it.”
The broken need in his voice stabbed at her, filling her with a fierce need to protect him. “I love you. That’s what,” she said softly.
He gasped, a burst of warm joy at her ear. He settled between her legs and pushed his erection against her sex. “You love me,” he repeated, his voice a shaky whisper as his mouth found her neck with a startling hunger.
Need erupted in her body and heart and she reached between them and placed him at her entrance. “Yes. I love you.”
He let out a groan and moved his passionate kisses to her mouth. “You love me,” he whispered.
“Yes, yes.” She opened her legs wide for him and he sheathed his cock inside her in one glorious, hard thrust. She cried out and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.
He began moving in and out of her, his hands latched to her shoulders, keeping her from sliding with his dominant thrusts as he repeated the words you love me, as though he couldn’t believe it.
“God yes, I love you, I love you.” She grabbed his face and kissed him, their cries mingling louder as his thrusts quickened to an overwhelming frenzy.
He buried his face in her shoulder as his orgasm took hold of him and Skylar felt as if something broke loose inside her body right at her core. The feeling was unlike anything she’d experienced and she wasn’t sure if she’d just peed everywhere. The intense pleasure stole her breath and she vaguely became aware of Ezekiel’s words. “I love you, I love you.”
When she opened her eyes, Skylar wasn’t sure what had happened, like she’d lost track of time or time lost track of her. She became aware of her labored breaths, and Ezekiel’s too. Wow. What a ride, what a crazy wonderful ride! Skylar gushed a laugh and Ezekiel kept his head on her shoulder, trying to get his wind.
“What?”
She closed her eyes stroking his delicious back. “What! Oh. My. God. I think…something happened to me, like good but weird.”
He gasped a laugh on her shoulder. “Good but weird…I guess that’s acceptable.”
She choked on incredulity at considering and remembering what it felt like. “I think…I had an orgasm. I mean a real one.”
He lifted his head and looked at her with disturbed brows. “And what did you have before the real one?”
Her mouth gaped open in astonished joy. “A real one but this one was…different real.”
He quirked his brow and chuckled with his eyes closed. “Different real?”
“Yes like from inside real.”
His brows raised. “You mean…from another place besides your…clitoris?”
She nodded rapidly. “Yes, inside. Deep inside where you hit when you go deep.”
He was still buried inside her and her breath caught at the jerking of his cock. “I like going deep.”
“Oh God.” She grabbed his butt and squeezed. “I love it too, it’s…overwhelming and…delicious. For somebody inexperienced you sure are good at this love making thing.”
“It’s you,” he said.
“Me? No, no. Can’t be me.”
“Yes, it can. You make me…feel like a real man.”
Her heart melted right in her chest. “Awwwww, that’s so sweeeeet!”
“It’s just true.” His voice was rough like he didn’t like being babied.
She smiled, feeling mischievous. “You’re my little sweet heart who is so sweet and lovable.” She pinched his cheek and he pushed her hand off, making her laugh and roll on top of him. She sat on his waist and grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. “Don’t be shy my little Zekiel.”
He looked at her breasts with a grin then where her sex made contact on his abs. “God woman,” he gasped. “You look so fucking good.”
Sky sucked in a breath. “You said the F word.”
He gave her a heart stopping sexy grin. “Fuck? That hurts your little ears?”
She gave him a mysterious glinty gaze. “Mayyyybe.”
He slid his hands along her waist. “I feel like I can fuck you all night long. Is that bad?”
Skylar held his abs with her hands and twirled her hips so that his abs pressed against her clit. “I wonder what it would feel like to…” Skylar bit her lip at her daring idea.
He locked a hard gaze on her. “Don’t stop. Tell me. I have this fantasy you know.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You do?”
He bit his lower lip and watched her continue to
pleasure herself on his muscular stomach. “I fantasized about you putting your pretty little lips…” he raised his eyes to hers, “right on my mouth.”
The image of her doing that flashed real as life in her mind and she gasped, making him smile then grow quite serious.
“Will you do it? Sit on my face?”
Skylar’s head nodded of its own accord. “Yes,” she whispered. “As long as you…do the same for me.”
His face grew rigid with desire as he seemed to think on that. His eyes rolled closed and his brows pinched in silent ecstasy of the idea. “Let’s go shower.”
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Toren wrapped Sam in his arms and rolled over so that she laid on top of him, his cock still buried to the hilt. He held her tight to his body until her heart rate slowed to extremely calm and all her levels were accounted for. Now that she was one with him, he had full reign of truly being in touch with her body and mind. He nestled his mouth in her neck and kissed her tenderly, cooing soft sounds to her. She was his. Toren never dreamed in all eternity that he could be any more happy. Never dreamed being one with a human could feel so…utterly completing.
“Am I clean?” she whispered, her voice sounding tired.
He stroked her back and perfect ass. “Yes angel. You’re clean.”
She lifted her head and looked at him, concern in her eyes. “How do you feel, did you…did you make your warrior thing?”
He grinned at her cute word choice. “I think so.”
She looked around. “I mean…is he here?”
He chuckled. “Yes. He is.”
“Where?”
“You’re laying on him.”
Her eyes widened. “You?”
“Yes, me.”
She appeared thoroughly confused then angled her head toward the wall. “Is that…music I hear?”
“I think they’re trying to drown out our noise.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and Toren grinned and squeezed her slim waist, loving how perfect she was in his hands. Delicate.
“Sit up. Let me look at you in your wedding jewelry.”
She sat up and looked down. “Wedding jewelry? Oh my God,” she gasped, looking from her rings to him. “You? How’d you?”
He grinned, admiring his handy work. “I just used the metals in your body.”
She gave an incredulous laugh. “Oh. My. God.”
His cock jumped and she gave a tiny yelp. She always had that effect on him when she spoke His name, even in passing. What many would call vain. But not to him. With her, no matter how she said it, it wasn’t vain.
“They’re like…tattoos, oh my God they’re beautiful, look at the detail and design!”
“Yes. They say—”
“They say?” Elation widened her eyes and Toren grinned.
“They say: You’re my heaven on earth.”
She sucked in a long breath of awe like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever heard. “They say that?”
He smiled at her, his heart overflowing with love. “Yes. But in another language.”
“Maybe it should just read it’s complicated.”
He studied her body, running his hands up her sides, loving everything about her. “It’s not complicated at all. It’s perfectly.”
She looked at the rings on her body. “How many rings did you give me? Wow.”
“The number of perfection. Seven.”
She counted the two on her ankles, the two on her wrists, the weave on her wedding finger, the one around her waist then glanced at him. “Where’s the seventh?”
He touched the delicate silver woven ring around her neck. “Here.”
She reached up and fingered it, giddy laughter bubbling out of her. “Wow.”
Toren was ready to make love to her again at having her joy penetrate his pores until it stole his breath. He covered her breasts with both hands. Perfect fit.
She placed her hands on his and he admired that view too. “Tell me what it says. I mean in the other language.”
With great effort, he moved his eyes from her breasts to meet her wide blue gaze. “Eísai o ouranós mou sti̱ gi̱.”
The words glided off his tongue like soft silk. Speaking them made him thrust his hips, pushing at things inside her that drew a beautiful moan and caused her to bite her lip.
“That…sounded beautiful.”
She examined the weave on her ring finger and turned her hand over. “Why does it only go halfway around?”
Toren lifted his own hand and showed her the matching ring on his own finger, then he held his hand up and placed her palm on his. When their ring fingers came together, the weaves glowed.
She sucked in a sharp breath of sheer delight, laughing happily. “Oh! My! God!”
His cock jerked again.
“Oh! Quit that,” she gasped.
“You quit it.” He grinned, sliding his hands down over her sides now. He paused at her waist to relish in her petite build before finally gripping her slim hips. “Your bladder is full.”
He raised his gaze to hers and smiled at her awe, before lowering it back down to where her body met his. “I can feel it. Pressing into me.” His cock again jerked with the need to take her to that new paradise he’d been blessed to partake in. He answered her delicate moan with a desperate grunt.
“There’s a bathroom in this room.”
She looked around and Toren willed the desire from his cock and helped her off him, pulling her lips to his as he did. “Mmm,” he whispered, tasting the passion lining her blood vessels. “Hurry so I can have you.”
She gave a light mmm back and held his face with a gentleness that tugged at his angelic heart. As her fingers glided off his face and she traipsed off in her naked perfection, he noticed it. A painful sensation in his body that grew with every step she took away from him. Amazement filled Toren as he realized what their binding had done to him. She was such a literal part of him, his body felt the physical separation. He guessed she didn’t feel it the same or she’d have said something. He was glad because it wasn’t the nicest feeling to experience as a wedding gift.
When she shut the bathroom door, he cut off the intricate connection he’d formed with her to give her some privacy. That hurt too. Worse than the distance thing. He got up and paced the room, trying to focus on something besides the agony happening in his mind and body. That wasn’t good. He’d have to learn to control that.
Toren heard the shower and growled. Ten minutes would feel like ten years.
She finally came out and he turned.
Her mouth hung open and she widened her eyes, pointing to the living room. “That. Is my song.”
At seeing her there, wrapped in a towel with her short hair tousled and drops of water still clinging to her skin, all his frustrations left as if they’d never existed. Toren thought about what she’d said and immediately listened, wanting to etch all her favorite things into his being. A slow smile bloomed on his lips when she dropped the towel and began to dance before him, shamelessly.
Holy Father.
She covered her mouth and laughed at seeing him gawk in open lust.
“Please keep on. I beg you.” He made no pretenses about how badly he wanted her to, hand on his chest, sincere pleading in his tone. And desire.
She gave him a seductive smile. “A wedding dance?” She bit her lip and swung her hips side to side and Toren lost his breath.
“Yes,” he whispered, suddenly dizzy.
She moaned seductively at seeing how much he got off to her dancing and thank God it emboldened her.
Toren sat on the bed and watched her become his passion in motion. God, she danced like she made love. Toren couldn’t resist manipulating her metals to remove absolutely all inhibitions. He wanted no shame to stand between them and he especially wanted her to dance for him with all her soul. He mentally found the volume control on the music and turned it up a little more, then adjusted the sound settings so she could feel the music in her body.
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bsp; Toren had never been so aroused in such a way. The rhythm she displayed was all hers and rather contagious. It flowed into Toren and when she placed both hands on her ass and swung it left to right with a seductive glance over her shoulder, he stood. There was no denying his body’s need to answer her wordless beg.
The second she put her hand in his, they became one. Breathing as one. Dancing as one. Toren molded her body to his and it was as though he’d danced this way with her before. Then his own rhythm emerged, hard passion mixing with her sweet spirit. He felt the change in her body, what they made together, and Toren forced the music to match their unique tempo. Erotic Ballet to describe it in human terms flavored with the pulsing grind of dirty dancing. But there was nothing dirty about it. Toren was lost in the moment, fusing their metals to the music, creating the perfect wedding dance.
It was more arousing than he could stand and when the opportunity presented itself, he lifted her leg high on his hip and sheathed his cock in her without missing a step.
She cried out and arched her body into him, the explosion of desire so intense the music stopped. The timeless moment echoed with the sound of a hundred swords being drawn as Toren’s wings erupted behind him. He locked his gaze hard to hers, gasping through the breathless passion.
His hunger surged and the music returned, driving Toren to lick up the center of her chest. The taste of her sweat sent him into a feral frenzy of need, his mouth unable to leave the succulent taste of her body.
“Toren,” she moaned. “Make love to me.”
The sweet tone in her voice changed his entire world. Toren’s power swirled to accommodate her need and the music in the air changed to waves of silk gliding over their skin. The hum of a victorious warrior vibrated Toren’s wings and body, clear to his erection buried in her.
He cradled her body with his wings, freeing him to adore her with his hands and mouth. Her breasts were his beloved and he was all over them, tasting her unique flavor, memorizing her soft yet firm skin with his tongue. He sucked her plump and perfect nipple between his lips then scraped with his teeth. She rewarded him with a throaty moan that turned him into a mindless being. An angel man in an alternate universe where only Samantha existed. His wife. His flesh. His soul.
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