by Celia Jade
She felt the rush of blood in his shaft and pumped faster. He was close. Lana rarely welcomed a man’s cum in her mouth, but this was no ordinary man and she would drink his release with pleasure. His hips jerked, thrusting his head to the back of her throat. A few more strokes and he pulsed several times with a hard moan. His warm release coated the inside of her mouth. He tasted of that exotic spice and something sweet. So this was angel cum. She couldn’t help the smile as she lifted her head.
His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked at her like a beast ready to pounce, the corded sinews in his shoulders stretched taut. For a second, Lana feared she’d angered him.
“Touch your pussy, Lana,” he ordered. “Tell me if it’s wet.”
She didn’t need to touch herself to know her state of arousal, but she did anyway and nodded, her body tense with anticipation.
He reached out and pulled her onto her back, ankles hooked over his shoulders. His cock, still rigid, stretched and filled her with one deep plunge. He was almost savage. The force of his thrusts branded her, and she locked eyes with him the whole time, filled her soul with his essence. The last thing she recalled was seeing the glorious span of his wings before she was consumed by pure sensation.
* * * *
Last night while Lana slept, Julien had flown over Central Park to clear his mind. He’d intended to quench his desire for her in three days but only managed to transform it into a fierce need. He’d underestimated the depth of his attraction to her. And her attraction to him. Yes, she’d looked at him with passion but also with tenderness that clenched his heart in sweet pain.
Julien filled the jet tub with warm water as the tension around his mouth increased. He had no right to want her exclusively, yet the mere thought of Lana with another man tore his insides apart. There was more. When he first joined their bodies, he’d been gripped by the intense desire to plant his seed in her...watch her belly grow with his child. The emotion was so unexpected it had struck him with virtually as much force as an Ahkran bolt.
One other female had evoked these distinct emotions. Gabriella. The only angel he’d ever loved. He watched the water swirl around his fingers as an old ache squeezed his heart. She’d been an angel warrior like himself, but better—purer of heart. A fatal Ahkran attack had taken her life thirty years ago. His hand tightened into a painful fist until he realized his nails were cutting into his palm. He turned off the water and began the jets.
He’d kept Lana in his condo for five nights, provided her with new clothes and unlimited access so she could come and go as she pleased. Though she’d only gone out a handful of times for a few hours. This morning would be the last hours together before his out-of-state assignment.
He sensed her walk into the bathroom before her hand stroked one of his wings.
“You’re really insatiable, Julien,” she said with a chuckle.
She was referring to the torrid lovemaking session a few days ago that began in the shower and ended in the tub. He had taken his time stimulating her with the spray jets on a massage setting, aimed mostly at her breasts and her pussy. At the same time, his fingers stroked the folds of her sex and helped bring her to a quick, strong orgasm. She collapsed against him but he gave her little pause. He took her standing up, her body facing the jets. Her slick heat milked his cock as he plunged to the hilt. He experienced a painful longing to possess this woman. Body and soul.
Julien shook himself free of his reverie and felt his erection push against his slacks. He stood and brushed the full curve of her bottom lip with his thumb before tracing the delicate curve of her neck to the rosy mark. His teeth had left several other marks on her lovely body. A jab of guilt poked him. He’d been a bit too rough.
He tugged the silk belt of her robe and pushed the garment from her shoulders. “The bath is just for you, sweetness. To soothe the aches from your body.” He took her in his arms and lowered her into the bubbling water.
The golden-brown eyes dimmed as they beseeched him. “I’m fine. We’ve only got a few hours.”
He’d been meaning to talk to her after her bath but the sadness in her eyes made his heart twist painfully. He unzipped his slacks and kicked them off. When he got into the tub he pulled her body against his, her legs wrapped around him.
He brushed his mouth over hers gently, felt the tremble of her bottom lip. When he pulled back her eyes were moist.
He cupped her face. “Lana, I’m going away for a couple of weeks as I told you, and when I return I want to see you again.”
She drew in a heavy breath and met his gaze. “There’s no point in that, Julien. We both know that we can’t pursue a long-term relationship. I’m human—”
“I know, sweetness. There’s a solution.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “What’s that?”
He glided his hand up to the region between her shoulder blades as a smile curved his mouth. “You’ve always wanted to have wings, right?”
Her brow furrowed. “Yes, but I don’t get what that has to do with...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes widened. “You’re not talking about a transformation are you?”
“That’s my proposal.”
When she made to talk he pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t respond now. Go home and think about it. Keep the keys to my place and come to me with a decision.”
He felt a tremble go through her as a tear coursed down her cheek. “Julien...I...are you sure?”
He wiped the wet streak and tilted her face up to hold her gaze. “I know what I want.” Every bone in his body—heck his very soul—wanted Lana to accept his proposal. But he couldn’t force her.
A ragged moan escaped her as she raised herself and pressed her mouth to his. His heart swelled with joy at her eager response and he parted her lips to delve his tongue into the warm hollow of her mouth. He drank her sighs of pleasure and kissed her until he felt the soft lips of her pussy at the head of his cock. He broke the kiss and held her gaze as an electric current circled them, locking them into a single heartbeat. Their breath hitched at the same time. His hands slid down to her waist as her tight flesh parted and glided over his cock, taking him all in.
He let out a deep moan as a rush of exquisite pleasure pulsed through his cock. His grip on her waist tightened and he pushed up into her hot sheath as she rode him, her head tilted back, lips parted by gasps. He increased the force of his thrusts and caught one breast in his hand. He loved her breasts. Full and supple, capped by dark pink nipples.
His balls tightened with the onset of climax while her flesh contracted around him, faster and tighter.
“Yes, Lana...come...”
Her nails tore into his skin. “Julien!”
His jaw clenched as he restrained his orgasm, waited for the first intense spasm of her flesh. When it finally gripped his cock, he drove into her with a need that came from the deepest recesses of his core, long forgotten until he’d met this woman.
Her cry of ecstasy filled his senses and he succumbed to his release, which tore through him long and hard.
She collapsed against him with a content sigh and he wrapped his arms around her until the water cooled.
Chapter Three
Julien handed the application form to Azrael, an angel of the cadre. If it were approved, Lana would have the opportunity to be transformed into an angel. She’d come to him after his assignment in the middle of the night, wrapped her hand behind his neck and whispered in his ear, “I accept.”
It had been thirty years since a woman made his heart swell to the point of bursting. Lana drove him mad with passion, amused him with her wit and impressed him with the nature of her soul. It was impossible to ignore a connection that had been created that first night together. Perhaps from the first time they’d looked at each other.
This was the only option. She would be on probation for a year before a decision was rendered. He was certain she’d be approved for transformation. She qualified and his status in the angel community car
ried much weight. He’d be able to take her as his exclusive partner, his complete equal. She’d be able to fly.
He felt the distinct tug at his heart. It happened every time he thought of Lana. His smile widened as he headed up to his suite. They’d taken the first step in fulfilling an eternal bond. Time to celebrate with the woman waiting in his bed.
About the Author
Celia Jade has been in love with writing and reading ever since she can remember. Soon after acquiring a BA in English, she lived in Europe and taught English in private schools. A couple of proofreading jobs followed and somewhere along the way, she decided to pursue writing professionally. She broke into the eBook market with her very first erotic romance.
She currently lives in her hometown, Montreal, a city whose rich culture and vibrant energy has inspired many of her stories. Celia also devotes her time to family and friends, and enjoys tranquil moments in the garden as well as spontaneous adventures. She’s a gym addict and a foodie who often gives in to chocolate cravings.