12: Bolt Saga, Book 12
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“I know.”
“You do?” I blurt it at his throat, since he still hasn’t stopped his caressing kisses across my eyebrows.
“From the second you got into the Rover, yes.” He drops his head so our gazes are completely aligned. “Despite the fact that you were still glowing like my avenging angel, there was still too much of you left.” A thoughtful intensity takes over his face. “Taking someone else’s life… There’s part of a person that gets lost along with that,” he utters. “A part I’m not sure ever comes back.” As a few blue and gold fireworks burst over the ocean, turning the faraway haze in his eyes to similar shades, he adds with quiet ferocity, “So, in a lot of ways, I’m damn glad you didn’t do it. What?” he cuts in on himself, addressing my bewilderment. “Aren’t you?”
With slow deliberation, I raise my fingertips to the edge of his jaw. His skin is electric vibrancy beneath the spikes of his stubble, and I lift a small smile as his energy resonates inside me…deeper and more significantly than ever before. “You…thought I looked like an angel?”
At once, I’m aware of the renewed sprint of his pulse, the harder concentration of his senses, the spiked sorcery of his allure. While the man has always hypnotized me, this is a new spell completely. A new elevation of attraction. As the awareness hits me, I’m also awakened to how everything inside me answers him. The magic in my spirit. The devotion of my soul.
And oh, holy hell…the heat in my body.
None of them are separate from each other anymore, even by the smallest fraction. Each feeds my undeniable connection to him. My perfect fusion to him.
Liquid silver thickens in the depths of Reece’s gaze, seeming to inundate his whole face before turning into poetry on his lips. “My angel,” he whispers, stroking the pad of a thumb across my cheek. “And so much more.” He pushes in, leaning forward until he rolls me all the way to my back, stretched out in all his flawless nudity next to me. “Every day with you has been a heaven in itself, Emmalina Crist. But now…”
He interrupts himself with a harsh growl as his words flow into me, surging light and energy through me…literally. A stunned gasp escapes me, blending with his eruption, as the space between us is suddenly suffused with molten, golden light.
Light that’s coming from me. From all of me, as we discover together when Reece reaches and jerks down the zipper of my leather jacket. I’m braless underneath, since the rush to rescue him didn’t exactly include time for a leisurely riffle through my lingerie drawer. That means the full beam of my torso is exposed to the night.
And I do mean beam.
“Holy…shit,” I rasp, taking in how every pore of my skin is like one of those dorky tap lights, only without a dimmer option. “I’m a damn glowworm.” Oh, yeah. There’s only one setting to this desk lamp, and it’s holy-shit-turn-that-thing-off bright.
Only that’s not the exclamation that spills out of my man, who leans over me looking like a jubilant, resplendent god. In the radiance from my skin, every bold angle of his face is defined. The fog in his eyes gives in to a billion strands of expressive lightning.
“You’re fucking stunning.” He pushes feverishly at both sides of my jacket. “Take it off. Now. I need to see all of you.”
As I sit up, obliging just because he sounds so much like a kid on Christmas morning, he’s already twisting at the button on my pants. Regrettably, the fit there is much tighter, and even the two of us working in passionate tandem don’t shuck them very quickly.
“Screw it,” he finally snarls, pushing me once more down to my back. The second I’m there, he snaps his fingers. At once, those graceful tips ignite into bright-blue sparks. “Hold still.”
An order easier given than obeyed. Much easier. As his blue bolts shred apart my pants, the residual lightning dances along my bare skin, and it’s all I can do to not squirm in delight as my nerve endings pop wide, empowered and enkindled. “Damn!” I exclaim. “Oh, damn!”
Reece declares the same thing at the same time—making me jerk my sights back up. “Oh, holy shit,” I blurt, taking in the pumps of his chest and the wide part of his lips. “You are freaked out.”
“Bet your sweet, amazing ass I am.” He hurls aside what’s left of my pants before lunging back over me. “And dear fucking God, I never want to be unfreaked again.”
“Reece…” But I’m already stammering into silence, questioning if I’ll ever be able to form coherent words again. With electrical storms taking over his gaze and his entire hands joining his fingers for the blue light show, he’s as much a celestial miracle he’s just called me. My rugged resplendent angel strips every breath from my lungs, thought from my mind, and sense from my head. All that’s left is raw, blinding belief—in everything I never thought possible. In a love I never thought conceivable.
“I need to be freaked out…from the inside.” It’s not anywhere near a request, as the man proves by ramming his thighs between mine and spreading his knees, opening my throbbing core for the trajectory of his magnificent cock. If I had any doubt about the archangel thing before, the sight of the man’s sex would abolish the dispute. Thank you, God, for the gift of this man’s penis. With its swollen, gorgeous girth enhanced by all those thrumming blue veins and crowned with that weeping purple head, the sight is my heaven on earth.
His heaven…sliding closer and closer toward the shining heart of my dripping core…
Until he noticeably pauses, curling a hand in to stroke along the side of my face. “You ready, Velvet Angel?”
I turn my face and kiss his palm. “Are you ready, Electric Angel?”
I expect a wolfish smirk. What I get is a stunningly grave stare, communicating things he definitely doesn’t want to talk about. Not right now, at least. Especially not now. “I need this, Emma.”
I reach up, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face close. “Then take it, my perfect beast.”
“I need you, Emmalina Paisley.”
“You have me forever, Reece Andrew.”
But he still doesn’t enter me. Instead, he dips in and kisses me. Not hard but with a lunging, lingering thoroughness that tells me so much. Gives me so much. The adoration of his libido, despite how I truly look like a damn glowworm now. The acceptance of his soul, despite how I went and became a different being before he could say or do anything about it. The offering of his spirit, to help me—and perhaps even himself—understand every new and crazy change inside me now. And yes, the commitment of his mind, despite how absolutely everything is going to change for us now.
Absolutely everything.
But absolutely nothing.
As he slides into me at last, spurring us to lust-drenched shouts and undeniable ecstasy, that surety rings through my being like the most perfect bells of our heaven. Not that this journey is always going to be fireworks, summer stars, and epic angel sex—but if we’re headed for the grandest, wildest freak-out of our insane, incredible journey yet, I can’t think of a better way to take the first curve than this.
Ignited together, spirit and soul, as we’ve always been. Loving each other, heart and mind, as we always will.
But now, with something more.
We’re fused together, in light and purpose, as we’ve never been before. A storm the world has yet to know. A force the stars have yet to make room for. A power the planet has yet to experience.
A ride I can only imagine taking with one man in all the cosmos. Reece Andrew Richards.
My Bolt. My love. My more.
And now, the partner in the greatest adventure of my existence.
I’m ready.
Let’s ride the lightning, superhero.
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