Forbidden

by Evangeline Anderson

  No matter what he had to do.

  At last she seemed to have had enough of his mouth on her nipples. Moaning, she pulled back a little, letting the rosy tip of her breast slide from between his lips. Owen gave her one last kiss and looked up.

  “Better, Leah?”

  “So much better,” she assured him. “My breasts, anyway. Only”—she bit her lip—“that…that wasn’t the only place he… I mean, it…it was all over me. My stomach. My hips. My thighs…”

  “I understand,” he said roughly. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  “Thank you, Owen,” she whispered as he let his hand slide down her belly to stroke her thighs. “You’re so good to me.”

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured as she spread her legs. “And so… Hey, you shaved yourself.”

  She nodded and looked at him uncertainly. “I wanted to be completely clean, and that seemed like the best way. Does…does it bother you?”

  Bother wasn’t exactly the right word, Owen thought. But as he looked at her clean-shaven pussy mound, so bare and innocent, he couldn’t think what the right one would be. In the past her little patch of blond curls had obscured some of her anatomy, but no more. Now he could see everything—every detail of her pussy. Her cunt lips were plump and swollen, already opening to him show the slippery pink interior. She’s already wet—so wet…

  Leah must have taken his silence as a sign that he was upset, because she started to close her legs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t expect you to want to touch me there,” she said in a soft, broken voice.

  “Wait.” Owen put a hand on her knee. “I do want to touch you there,” he assured her. “But, Leah, are you sure?”

  “Sure that I want your hands all over me? Yes, Owen.” She looked up at him, her eyes luminous. “So much. If you could just…just touch me everywhere that awful black stuff was…”

  “Of course,” he murmured and began to stroke her inner thighs. She’d just been through a horribly traumatic event, and he wasn’t sure touching her here was the best thing to do. But as long as he was doing it to heal her… I’ll just touch her on the outside. That should be enough. Already he was cupping her pussy mound, enjoying the softness of her smooth, naked skin. Her cunt slit was hot and wet against his palm, and she bucked her hips, pressing up against him until he could feel her pussy spreading open completely, inviting him in.

  “Owen, please,” she moaned. “Please, inside me…”

  He couldn’t help himself. Slowly, gently, he slid two fingers deep into Leah’s tight, wet cunt. She cried out and bucked harder, sending his fingers deeper, helping him fuck her.

  “God, sweetheart, you feel so good,” he told her as he thrust carefully into her. “So tight and wet and hot.” He started to rub the pad of his thumb over her clit, the way he knew she liked it. He wanted to make her come, wanted to wash away all the bad emotions once and for all.

  Leah cried and thrashed on the bed, giving herself completely to his touch. Owen couldn’t help thinking that she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. The way she gave herself, opened herself to him—it was as though they were meant to be together. As though she needed his touch like she needed oxygen to survive.

  “Beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful, Leah,” he told her in a low, choked voice. And then he felt her inner muscles clench around his fingers and knew she was coming. Coming so hard as he fucked her sweet pussy in a way that was undeniably right.

  “Oh, Owen,” Leah moaned when she finally opened her eyes. Her big brother certainly could do magical things with his fingers. No, he’s not my brother. Not really. She was glad she’d told him, although she wished she could have broken the news to him more gently. Still, after that first look of confusion and disbelief, he seemed to be taking it well. And the way he was touching her, healing her, made her tingle all over.

  His fingers inside her felt so good, so right. But now that he was sliding them carefully out of her pussy, she felt so empty. So alone. Already she felt better, healed of the horrible attack the night before. And yet she wanted more—so much more. But how could she convince Owen that she was ready?

  “Are you all right?” he asked softly, looking down at her. “Was that… Did it make you feel better?”

  “Much better, Owen. I…I think it helped me to come. It was a release—a good one. Only…” She looked down, not meeting his eyes, afraid to go on.

  “Only what? Just ask me, Leah. Anything you want, anything you need. Just ask.”

  “Well…it was…the stuff was all over me, and it made me feel so…so unclean,” she whispered. “When you touch me, you make it better. And your fingers—they’re wonderful, but I didn’t feel like… I felt incomplete somehow.”

  “And?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “And well…I…I think it would make me feel better if I could come with you inside me.” She glanced at him quickly and then looked down again, afraid to see his reaction. “I mean, you wouldn’t have to put it—your cock—all the way in me. If you just put the head and then just…just touched me again. Maybe…”

  “You really think it would make you feel better? Cleaner?”

  “Yes, but it’s not just that. It’s knowing…knowing you’re not afraid to touch me. To put…to put that part of yourself in me where that horrible black stuff was.”

  “Oh, Leah…” He leaned down and gave her another long, lingering kiss that made her heart pound. When he pulled back, his heart was in his eyes. “Anything,” he told her again. “Anything you want.”

  “Owen…” His name was a sob on her lips, but Owen was already switching their positions. He lay on the bed and then gestured for her to straddle him.

  “Come on, Leah,” he murmured. “Let’s do what we can to make you feel better.”

  Eagerly Leah straddled him in what was becoming a very familiar position. But this time she wasn’t just going to press her naked pussy against the outside of his cock—she was going to take it inside her. But just a little at first. I know he’s worried about hurting me.

  Owen seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he put both hands on her hips and held her steady as Leah reached between them and grabbed the thick shaft of his cock. The broad head already had a bead of precum on it, and she was eager to rub it into her folds. She grasped him carefully and slid the velvety flesh against her own, then made a soft sound of surprise.

  “What?” Owen asked anxiously. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Of course not,” Leah assured him. “You’re not even in me yet. It’s just… I felt a tingly sensation. When you touched me. I wonder…?” She stroked his cock, milking the thick shaft until another, larger, bead of pearly precum came from the tiny slit. As they both watched, she pressed the head of his cock carefully against her slick folds and rubbed the slippery liquid over her open pussy.

  Again there was a delicious tingling sensation. Leah tried to think of how to describe it. “It’s…it’s cool and refreshing and cleansing,” she told Owen. “Almost like…like yours is canceling out the other.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “So feeling my precum against your pussy makes you feel better?”

  “It does. I don’t know why, and I know it sounds strange—”

  Owen shook his head. “It doesn’t matter how strange it sounds if it works. If it makes you feel better.”

  “It does,” she assured him. “So much better. Can I…? Do you mind if I put just the head inside me now?”

  “You’re sure you want to?” he asked. “After what happened last night…”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She bit her lip. “But I know you’re worried you might hurt me or trigger some kind of flashback. So like I said, we can just do a little bit. And then you can touch me until I come again.”

  He nodded. “All right. But you guide me. I don’t want to slip and put too much in.”

  “Just a little,” Leah promised again, and then she gripped him and gui
ded his cock into her pussy.

  They both groaned as he breached her entrance. “God, that feels so good.” Owen’s voice was low and strained. “And you look so sexy with my cock sliding into you, Leah.”

  “It does look amazing,” Leah admitted, looking down to admire the hot sight of her pussy being impaled on his cock. “Only…my legs are getting kind of tired, Owen.” In fact, her thighs were trembling from holding herself in the awkward position to make sure only the head of his cock would enter her. “Do you mind…? Would it bother you if I lowered myself down? Just a little?”

  “Leah, let’s be honest with each other,” he murmured, stroking her hips. “Do you want to come all the way down? Do you need to feel my cock filling your pussy completely?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please, Owen.”

  “Anything you need, sweetheart,” he told her. “I just want us to be careful.”

  Leah didn’t need any further invitation. Slowly she lowered herself down, letting the thick shaft pierce her completely. God, it felt good—felt so right to have him inside her. He was so big, so broad, she could feel him stretching her even though she wasn’t moving an inch. It felt wonderful to be so completely filled, to know he still wanted her after everything that had happened. Now if she could just come with him buried inside her, she knew she would feel so much better…

  And then she felt it again.

  “Oh!”

  “What is it?” Owen looked up at her anxiously, though previously his gaze had been glued to the sight of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her naked pussy. “Are you all right?” he asked Leah.

  “Fine. I just…I felt it again. That cool, tingling sensation.”

  “Probably because I’m leaking precum inside your pussy,” Owen said drily. “And since I’m not wearing a condom, that’s not exactly safe.”

  “But it feels so good. So right,” Leah protested. “Can you honestly tell me it doesn’t feel like that for you too, Owen? Like we were made to fit together? Like a lock and a—”

  “And a key,” he finished for her, his eyes widening. “You know, I’ve had that exact same thought before.”

  “Because we’re on the same wavelength.” Leah smiled at him. “Owen,” she said softly. “Please, I can’t help thinking if your precum feels so good inside me, your actual cum—”

  “Wait a minute.” He frowned. “I thought you just wanted me inside you while you came.”

  “We could both come.” Leah leaned forward so that about half of his thick shaft slid out of her and kissed him gently on the mouth. Then she sat back slowly, letting his cock slide deep into her pussy again. “Please, Owen,” she whispered. “Please, for me?”

  ”You’re sure you’re ready for this? We can wait until—”

  “I don’t want to wait. Make love to me. Yes, please,” Leah said. “I can’t help myself, Owen. Having you inside me feels so right.”

  “I feel the same way,” he admitted, his eyes troubled. “I don’t know why that should be. It’s almost like…”

  “Like we were lovers in another life,” Leah finished for him. “I’ve even had dreams about it. I know that sounds crazy, but”—she shrugged—“that’s how I feel.”

  “Maybe not so crazy,” Owen murmured, looking up at her. “I can see wanting to spend all our life together—all of eternity, sweetheart.”

  Still holding her gaze, he pulled out in a long, slow move that left only the tip of his cock still inside her. Then, gripping her hips firmly, he pulled her back down, thrusting in deep.

  Leah threw back her head and cried out in pleasure as he did it again. And again and again.

  Owen couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Couldn’t believe he was thrusting his cock deep in Leah’s pussy with the sole intention of filling her with his cum. And the most amazing thing was, it was perfectly all right. Not really related. Not really brother and sister at all. But he had to admit that even if they had been, he wouldn’t have been able to stop. Even if it meant his soul would be damned to hell. Leah needed him, and damn it, he needed her. He loved her too much to deny her. Too much to stop, no matter what.

  Over and over he pulled out and thrust back in, holding back grimly as he felt her tight inner muscles caress his cock. He wanted to make sure Leah reached her peak again—that she came as hard as she could while he was buried deep inside her—before he let himself go and filled her with his cum.

  God, so good. Love you so much, Leah. So very, very much…

  And then he felt something strange.

  Something he’d started to feel the last time, before his guilt had overcome him and he had stopped. It started as a little spark that became a slender thread—a connection growing between him and Leah as they pushed each other toward the peak. Like…I don’t know what it’s like. But it feels so familiar. A golden rope, binding us together.

  Leah’s eyes had been closed tight in ecstasy, but now she opened them and looked down at him as they moved together. “Do…do you feel it?” she asked breathlessly. “Do you feel it growing between us, Owen?”

  “I feel it,” he murmured, still thrusting into her. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know. But it feels… Oh, Owen, it feels wonderful. And it’s almost complete. I’m so close. Are you?”

  “Yes,” he admitted. He was trying to hold back, but Leah had the tightest, sweetest pussy he had ever been in, and he loved her like he had never loved any other woman. That combination of factors meant he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

  “Good.” Leah’s eyes were shining now, her golden hair swirling around her slender shoulders as she worked to keep up with his pace. She looked more than beautiful, Owen thought. She looked otherworldly. Angelic. “Good, Owen. Want…want to feel you come inside me. Come when I come. Can you?”

  “God, yes,” he groaned, and then he felt her tighten all around him, her pussy muscles milking him like a velvet glove, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Suddenly he felt his orgasm overtaking him. “Leah,” he moaned as he filled her, spurting deep in her soft, wet pussy. “Love you so much, sweetheart. Love you so much, Ariel.”

  He heard the name come from his lips and barely had time to wonder what he was saying. Ariel? Who’s that? What am I talking about? And then the connection between them was suddenly complete, and he felt the golden cord made of light binding him to the woman he loved forever.

  It was such a wonderful sensation, he felt like he was floating. Felt as though he was lifting right out of his body and…and…flying.

  And suddenly, he was.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ariel looked around herself in bewilderment. Where was she? Just a moment ago she’d been joined with her true love, Micah, and now…

  “Ariel?” His low, familiar voice made her turn her head to see him hovering in midair beside her, his powerful wings with their long white feathers beating the air to keep him aloft. He was flying—and so was she.

  “Micah?” She frowned. “Where are we?”

  “Heaven—our place before the throne room.”

  “Oh.” Ariel looked with fresh eyes, and yes, he was right. There were the huge golden doors spilling brilliant light she and her lover had guarded for eternity together. As well as the graceful white pillars lining the antechamber that led to the throne room. But…but it all seemed wrong somehow. “What’s going on?” she asked Micah in a trembling voice. “I had such an awful dream. We wanted to be together, but someone—everyone—said we couldn’t be. And every time you got close to me, you felt so bad about it.”

  “It was no dream,” he said grimly. “Don’t you remember? Our souls were reeved, and we were sent to earth to live as humans. I was called Owen. I was your brother. At least, we both thought I was.”

  “Oh no!” Ariel put her hand to her mouth, her wings fluttering in dismay. “And I was Leah, your sister. How awful. No wonder we couldn’t be together. But…but we were anyway, weren’t we?”

  He smiled at
her—that beautiful golden smile she had always loved—and cupped her cheek. “Yes, we were, my love. In the end, I couldn’t resist you.”

  “But then…how did we get back here?” Ariel frowned.

  A different voice answered her. “When you finally joined, you regained your heavenly connection. The resulting energy released you from your human forms with such force that they were transformed into nothing but heat and light. Anyone searching for you now on earth will find nothing at all. Your essence—everything you ever were or could be—has been transferred back here to your celestial bodies.”

  “Elloria?” Ariel asked, flying toward the other angel. “Or wait…Professor Dobrev?”

  “One and the same.” Elloria hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you from everything that happened. I swear I tried to, Ariel.”

  “Don’t trouble your mind about it.” Ariel kissed her cheek. “Micah’s love saw me through. I’m all right.”

  “There’s no time for a reunion, ladies.” Another new voice rang out, and Ariel looked up to see Jael swooping toward them. “The forces of hell have breached the last wall,” he said as Micah came flying up to join them. “We must get the throne room open and alert the Almighty now.”

  “But what is happening?” Ariel asked in bewilderment. “I don’t understand.”

  “We’re under attack,” Jael said crisply. “We have been since you and Micah were sent to earth. And now they’re here—all the demons of hell in the very inner circle of heaven.”

  “We have to get those doors open!” Micah exclaimed. He took Ariel’s hand. “Come, love. Hurry.”

  Ariel sped with him to the huge golden doors, each of them as tall as a skyscraper on earth. Alone, neither she nor Micah could generate the power to move the massive structures. But we’re not alone. We’re the angel twain, and we’re together at last. The thought gave her strength—strength that she poured through her connection to her lover. She felt Micah’s strength coming back to her at the same time, their power multiplying again and again in a closed loop, increasing geometrically. And finally they were able to do what they had been created for. The seal on the golden doors cracked open, releasing a brilliant flood of light, and the incredibly heavy structures began to move.