Asa

by Alisa Woods

  Sunlight.

  She set down the frame and dashed over to it. The blind mechanism was a mystery, so she just pulled the blinds apart. Bustling downtown Seattle winked sunlight at her—off cars and windows and the water in the distance.

  Holy shit.

  She turned back to Asa, letting the blinds fall closed. “We’re on earth.”

  He smiled. “I thought you’d figure that out right away.” Her mouth was hanging open as he closed the distance between them. “You couldn’t stay at your place, but the light angelings helped me find another one for you, not too far away. I’ve conjured wards around the walls—no angeling can pass through them, not even the baby, so you’ll need to lower and raise them whenever you want to go out.”

  The tears were nearly bursting from her eyes. “You’re letting me go.”

  His expression twisted with a kind of pain. “I had no right to keep you, Molly.”

  Her breath hitched, and she wanted to say something, but it was all she could do to keep the tears in.

  Then sadness stole onto his face. “You won’t be rid of me entirely. I just can’t…” He swallowed. “I can’t let anything happen to you. I hope you can understand, I’m just not capable of… of leaving you.”

  He grimaced as he said it, but her heart was soaring.

  Then he rushed out, “But you needn’t even know I’m here. I’ll be your Guardian. A dark guardian, granted, riddled with Sin and living in shadow, but I will watch over and protect you and make sure no harm comes to you or the baby. I promise, I will always be nearby if you need anything. But you won’t have to see me, and maybe, in time, you can even forget I’m here. I’ll be cloaked, so… you’ll be free to live as you please.”

  Then he disappeared.

  She jolted. “Asa!” she called out in a panic, flinging her hands out where he had been a second ago. They met the solid form of his body—she couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. “Asa.” Her hands flattened against his chest—she could feel him flinch under it, hear him gasp—and then her hands suddenly had minds of their own, feeling his body, her fingers gently seeking his face. “You’re invisible,” she gasped.

  “Cloaked.” His voice was so strained. He reappeared under her fingertips, and she was so close to him…

  She reflexively dropped her hands and stepped back.

  His face was writ with torment. “You won’t have to see me, but you and the baby will be safe—I’ll make sure of it. You will be free, Molly. To come and go, as you like. You won’t even know I’m here…” His face was twisting even more.

  It was drawing her closer. “But that’s like… like a cage for you.”

  He laughed, but it seemed pained. “It would only be fair if it were.” His smile dimmed. “One less angeling in the war won’t make a difference. And Razael’s given his leave. But staying here isn’t the hard part.”

  “No?” She eased closer still. Her hands wanted to be back on his body, her fingers exploring his face. “What’s the hard part?”

  Then that look was back. The one the green dress blazed onto his face. “Looking but not touching,” he breathed.

  Her heart leaped. She reached a trembling hand to his face. His skin was hot under her fingertips. “Then maybe you should touch,” she whispered.

  His eyes half closed, and she was close enough to feel the shudder that went through him. “That’s not what you want.”

  “I think I’m the one to decide that.” Then she lifted up on her toes, her baby bump pressing into his belly as her lips sought his, her hands pulling his cheeks down. He melted into her, his hands already on her body—one around the small of her back, one in her hair—but his lips stopped just before meeting hers.

  “Are you sure?” he breathed against her.

  She was sure she’d combust if he didn’t. “Kiss me, dammit.” She tried to reach up further, but she couldn’t reach him if he didn’t want to be reached.

  Then it was like a dam broke. His lips crashed down onto hers, his hand in her hair fisting and tilting her head, angling it so he could possess her mouth like he was starving for it. She opened automatically for him, and he kissed her, groaning in such a deeply animalistic way that every nerve ending in her body lit up. He pressed into her, curving his body around her firm belly between them, and she could feel his even more firm cock rising. His tongue entered her mouth like it belonged to him, tangling with hers, devouring her, touching every part of her inside, as if this were his one and only chance to taste her, and he wasn’t leaving a single inch untouched. With her mouth thoroughly claimed, he moved to touch her face, first with his lips on hers then on her cheeks and her eyelids, then his hands followed, cupping her face, holding her chin, tilting it to consume her jawline one devouring kiss at a time.

  She couldn’t breathe.

  She couldn’t think.

  She’d never felt so desired in her entire life.

  “Oh, God, Asa.” Wetness was pooling between her legs as fast as the heat was setting her panties on fire. She’d never wanted a man like she wanted this man—this impossible, gentle, sexy man who had given up everything to give her the one thing she needed.

  Then suddenly, he pulled back, breath ragged against her face. “Molly.” There was such ache in his voice. “I’ve never…” He panted and pulled back, searched her eyes.

  She shook like she might come apart if he didn’t keep going. “What is it?” she gasped.

  “I have such need.” His face was tortured. “And you are so… delicate and beautiful and…” His hand dropped to caress her belly, and it was such a gentle thing, it nearly made her cry. “I’ve never done this,” he whispered then looked into her eyes.

  Oh, God. An angeling virgin? “Then let me help you with that.” Oh dear God in heaven, she would explode with the sexiness of this man.

  “I fear I might hurt you.” His eyes were a little wild.

  And if she had any fear, any tiny trace, it would have shown itself in that moment. But she knew without question that Asa would be the most gentle, loving, and insanely sexy man she’d ever had. And a hard door closed in her mind, saying, This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for your entire life. Grab hold of this Good Luck and don’t let go.

  “You won’t hurt me.” She pressed his hand tighter to her belly and grabbed his other hand in hers, walking backward toward the couch. “But if you don’t make love to me this instant, I might have to hurt you.”

  A tiny laugh escaped him, then it faded as she led him to the couch.

  “Clothes first,” she breathed. She thrummed with excitement. Not just the burning hot desire to have him between her legs, but the idea of it—that she would be his first. That he’d been so broken all this time, and she was the one to bring him to life again. And with the bulge in his rough leather pants, he was definitely full of life—and she wanted him to fill her with it. With him. With love. She wanted everything—all of it—all he had to give her.

  She lifted her blouse over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her chest was all pinked up like she was on fire, but she didn’t care in the slightest.

  With a flick of his fingers… his clothes disappeared.

  Holy mother of God. She just gaped at him. If there was ever a body that was male perfection, it was Asa. Rippling muscles, hard cut from his shoulders to the V that slashed across his belly and pointed to his insanely well-endowed cock. Like… she literally had never been with someone that big. She wanted to touch it so badly her mouth ached.

  But before she could, Asa was on her.

  His mouth clamped hard onto one of her nipples, and she nearly cried out, the spike of pleasure was so hard. His hand grasped her other breast, rough and needy, and that pulsed straight to the heat between her legs. Then he stopped that exquisite torture to kneel down and lavish soft kisses and tender caresses on her belly. Oh God, he was killing her with that.

  “Asa, please,” she begged, already out of her mind with want for him.

 
He peered up at her with those fierce brown eyes. “Tell me what to do.” His voice was rough.

  “Take off…” She sucked in air. “…my clothes.” Lord, she was going to hyperventilate through this.

  His eyes feasted on her flesh as his fingers quickly undid the buttons on her shorts and slid them down. She was bare underneath … and soaking wet.

  He looked at her with lost eyes, like he didn’t know what to do next.

  She would teach him later—she would teach him all the things, every way to pleasure her—but right now, she just needed to have him. To possess him. As if he might run away and be a figment of her imagination if she didn’t climb aboard that impressive cock right this moment and ride him until they both exploded.

  “On the couch,” she gasped. “Sit.”

  He blinked then climbed on the couch beside them. His eyes were hooded, that burning lust transforming his face into pure carnality, and she could not wait to have him inside her. His eyes went wide as she climbed on top of him, straddling him, her knees pressing into the couch as she hovered over the towering erection in his lap.

  She grabbed hold, sliding her hand quickly down the shaft, just one quick stroke.

  “Agh!” he croaked out, his eyes falling shut, his mouth falling open. Then he sucked in air and opened his eyes to blaze them at her. “Holy fuck, Molly.”

  She grinned. “Yes. That’s exactly what it’s going to be.”

  He was shuddering again, his fists clenched at his sides on the couch. She stroked him again—so silky yet so hard, holy God—and he groaned through gritted teeth.

  “Put your hands on me,” she panted.

  He fluttered them around her shoulders, then her breasts, not seeming to know what to do with them. Then she angled herself and his enormous cock, so he was just grazing her entrance. She was poised above him, dripping wet, so, so ready for him. His eyes were wide and fixed on where they were nearly joined. She wished she could see it like he could, but she could only feel him there, nudging, promising—her baby bump blocked her view. So she watched his eyes instead as she slowly lowered herself down, impaling her body on the massiveness that was him. The way his eyes widened, the gasping of his mouth, the near choking sound he made as she took him inside her—he was so fucking big!—was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life. She took it slow—painfully slow, deliciously slow—watching the full evolution of shock, pleasure, more shock and inexpressible lust dance across his face. And when she was fully seated, she had to grasp onto his shoulders and just hold for a moment, adjusting to the size of him so fully inside her.

  His eyes sought hers, and they were so filled with love she thought she might break.

  His hands stopped their fluttering and finally found a home, cupping both her cheeks. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  She chirped a laugh, but already the pressure was building. She needed to move. To ride him. To give this gorgeous angeling the first fuck of his life—only for her, it would be the first real lovemaking of hers. Because she would love the hell straight out of this man if he would let her.

  “Don’t thank me yet,” she breathed.

  But before she could start, he pulled her down for a kiss—a sweet and tender one that filled her with light—and she nearly cried then, too. But when he finally released her from that kiss… she lifted up and slid sharply back down on his cock.

  “Fuck!” he cried out. And his hands were instantly on her hips.

  She rose again and stroked down—holy fuck, she was so full with him—and then again and again. Then she was riding him and tipping her head back, and the gasps and cursing were coming from her mouth now, not just his. He grasped harder onto her hips, bucking up into her, making the contact slam harder, and oh God oh God oh God… she was going to come.

  She was going to come so hard she thought it might pull her apart. And when it rose and rose and finally crested, she screamed out and shook, and the pleasure jolted through her like nothing she’d ever felt before. Asa groaned and gripped her, bucking his hips and surging up into her as she came, pulsing fresh pleasure with each stroke. And when she finally slowed her pace because she just couldn’t… suddenly he was lifting her into the air, holding them still joined, him still buried deep inside her, but he was now standing and holding her by the bottom as if she weighed no more than a feather. Then he slid his hands to cradle her back and her neck, turning her and laying her back down on the couch. He was on top of her now, deep inside her and looming over her and blazing those lust-filled eyes at her.

  “Did you like that?” his voice was deeply husky.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “No.” But a trembling smile snuck onto his lips. “But I’m not done fucking you, either.”

  Oh god. She nearly came again just with the pulse of pleasure that sent through her. “Well, get busy then.”

  He grinned then pulled back and stroked into her.

  “Oh, God.” She was nearly out of air, so it was just a squeak. But holy fuck, somehow it was even better with him on top, driving into her.

  “Is this all right?” he asked as he stroked into her again, harder. “And this.” Another thrust. “And this.” Another. Harder.

  “Fuck. Asa. Yes!” She clung to his shoulders, arching into him, and crying out his name.

  He growled and thrust more, and suddenly he was beset with some kind of frenzy of thrusting, banging into her already swollen flesh, zinging insane pleasure through her with each stroke. She was building again, and this time to a peak soaring so high she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, could do nothing but hold on to his ever-more-vigorous thrusts… and then she came, and the world exploded. Pleasure wracked her, and she convulsed with it, feeling it from her toes to her fingers to every shaking, shuddering part between.

  Asa cried out and thrust deep, and she could feel him twitching inside her. His groan was deep and guttural and long, and the sound of it—knowing she had pleasured him, his first time, and knowing he was lost in the throes of it so thoroughly—gave her such a feeling of satisfaction it was almost more potent than the orgasm’s rosy, electric glow.

  He sighed, deeply, and stilled.

  She wrapped everything around him—hands, feet, arms and legs—and cradled his head where it was buried, panting into the side of her neck. It wasn’t just the sex that had her floating in heaven and firmly down to earth, wrapped up in Asa on her couch. It was the simple fact that he was here, loving her. Vowing to protect her and the baby. They were a family—a new family—and it seemed her luck had finally turned good.

  “Holy angels of light,” he whispered against her skin.

  She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she agreed 100%.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Asa understood the draw of the orgies now.

  Very, very well.

  Although this was no mere Lust with Molly—this was something sacred. His love for her wasn’t just the pull any human had for angelkind. It wasn’t the beauty of an alluring shadow angeling. It was a connection—it went beyond just their bodies sliding against and around and inside each other.

  It was True Love.

  He knew it not only by her sighs and her cries and the pleasure that went through him with each one—he knew it by the magic. He’d felt it, that first time—a pulse through magical space that could only be True Love singing its deep magic to the universe. Did every angeling experience that? He’d only known a few to have True Love, each unique in their story and circumstance, and he’d hardly thought to ask, nor in Truth, had the chance.

  But he knew it was special. Uniquely for him. Just like Molly.

  He’d made love to her, made a study of the music and rhythm of her body, and was learning how to wrench even more pleasure out of the woman he loved. His fears vanished in her cries for more, and more he delivered… until she’d begged for food and rest instead.

  Even that made him burst with the kind of Pride that would have caused a Fall if he weren’t
already deep in shadow.

  He cared not at all.

  He’d given her seventeen orgasms, and he would keep going until he lost count, and further beyond that. He’d watched her sleep in all her womanly glory, sated and beautiful, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from their lovemaking. And now she was rousing from her rest.

  He was already hard for her.

  “Mmm,” she said as she stretched.

  His cock twitched with the sight. “Time to rise, my love.”

  “Already?” she said sleepily.

  “I cannot wait any longer.”

  She blinked open her eyes and smiled at him. It was a wonder that stole his breath.

  “Can’t wait for what?” she asked, smiling wider.

  “For you to take a shower.” He’d prepared it for her while she slept.

  She frowned. “Do I need one?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She gave him a quizzical look, but he scooped her up from the bed, cradling her tender flesh against his naked chest. His cock was dying with the small brushes against her skin that carrying her this way entailed, but it would be buried in her soon enough. He brought her to the bathroom, which he’d altered such that the shower occupied the entire space. You could walk straight in now, and it had a bench and a half wall—at precisely the right height for her to brace against and protect that delicious belly of hers while he pleasured her from behind. He set her down in the middle of the tiles.

  “Do you ever get tired of magic?” she asked, eyes full of wonder. “I mean, the bathroom did not look like a sex palace before.”

  He grinned, flicked his fingers, and warm water cascaded down, forming a shower more like rain. She gave a small shriek, and her nipples pebbled in the most delicious way, but he was sure it wasn’t too cold as his hands were already skimming her body, reveling in the softness and the curves and the heat. She was like a small furnace, his love, and he intended to run her even hotter.