When he was as deep as she could take him, she wriggled on him again, tearing another low groan from his throat, and then raised herself.
Apollyon grasped her hips, guiding her on his cock and helping her as she slowly sank back onto him and rose again. He thrust up into her as she came down, meeting her halfway, and steadily built the pace between them, until she was moaning with him each time their bodies met, his hard aching cock delving deep into her hot core.
He kept his eyes locked on her, watching the myriad of emotions that crossed her face as she rode him. She gasped when he plunged into her and moaned when he withdrew, her lips parted in ecstasy that flowed through him too.
She was divine and Edward was wrong about him.
He would never tire of her.
He would never leave her.
Because he was falling in love with her and he had been for a long time.
Her eyes met his and the world fell away.
He lost track of their movements until he was just looking into her eyes and feeling everything that she was, filled with the way it felt to be as one with her, inside her, together.
It awed him.
Her beauty and how it felt to be with her awed him. Not just like this either. He had made her happy and eased her suffering, but she had done the same for him too. He was happy again at last, content and no longer alone, and he knew that she would never leave him.
He could feel her love pounding through her veins and through him, could sense the affection she held for him and that she wanted this to go on forever too.
It was more than just being intimate with him, more than just lust.
It was about being one with him and sharing their love.
He loved her.
And she loved him.
Her heart beat with his, her hands pressing into his stomach as she moved on him, taking him deep into her body, joining them as one.
The stars behind her brightened, until they shone through the veil of light from the city and twinkled.
He sensed her power rising, calling to his own, entwining with it just as their bodies were.
The night became a beautiful backdrop for Serenity as she rode him, her eyes still locked with his. He released her hips, took hold of her hands and pressed his palms to hers as he linked their fingers, binding them in another way to each other.
The magic flowed into him, warming his fingers, and he let his power join with it.
A shooting star arced across the night sky above her, quickly followed by another.
She was making the night as beautiful as it should be—magical.
Apollyon stared deep into her hazel eyes. Under her spell. Forever and always.
Whether she knew it or not, she had cast a spell on him and he was powerless to break it. He didn’t want to anyway. He wanted to be under her command when they were like this and just in life too. He wanted to be there to protect her, to make her smile, to give her happiness and everything that his angel deserved.
She writhed on him, taking him higher until he was in Heaven and flying with her.
Serenity leaned forwards, so her long blonde waves curled around her breasts, hiding them from his hungry eyes. Her hands left his and she planted them against his chest. He took hold of her hips, raised her almost all the way off his cock and plunged into her again, bringing her down harder now.
She cried out and dug her fingernails into his chest.
He did it again, and again, pushing her higher, until he felt her body tensing. He wanted to be one with her completely, wanted to fall into bliss with her and hold her close until they had both come down. He moved her again, bringing her down onto his cock, and she flung her head back and shouted his name, her body convulsing around his.
Apollyon didn’t stop. He moved her on his cock, delving deeper into her, his body tightening with each long thrust, bringing him closer to the edge. He closed his eyes, groaning each time he buried himself in her and her body clenched him, quivering against him, luring him towards bliss. He wanted it. With a deep, growling groan, he quickened his pace until it bordered on frantic, searching for release, his whole body coiled tight and ready to explode.
“Apollyon,” Serenity moaned and tensed her body around his, tipping him over the edge.
He plunged hard into her and shuddered as release blazed through him, his thrusts slowing until he was barely moving, his whole body shaking as hazy bliss ran in his veins.
Serenity collapsed onto him, breathing fast, her heart thundering against his, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her. A smile teased his lips when a blanket appeared and covered them. It wasn’t his doing. It was his witch’s.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, savouring the feel of her in his arms and her body against his.
Bliss.
Serenity raised herself, her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him. He lazily returned the kiss, lost in her and thoughts of their future.
He would fly with her every night like this, would sleep with her tucked safely in his arms, and would watch over her so she was never alone. He would be with her forever, just as she had commanded him to be, and he would never let her go. He would do anything to make her smile, no matter how foolish it made him look or how silly her request.
For once in long millennia, he was happy and he wasn’t alone.
His mission had changed the moment he had met her. He had changed and his allegiance was to her now, his new master. And what a divine creature she was.
Apollyon kissed her, slowing the tempo until they were drawing each one out, and held her close to him. He had waited for the call, for a new mission, for many long centuries and when it had finally come, it had given him more than just a task to fulfil.
It had given him Serenity.
His little witch.
His goddess.
And he would worship her forever.
The End
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Lukas was looking worse for wear.
Annelie had never seen him drink alcohol. She had often wondered why he came to her pub but stuck to soft drinks. Seeing him slowly sliding down towards the wooden bar, his head propped up on his hand and his eyes closed, she was no longer surprised that he lay off the booze.
He couldn’t handle it.
His scruffy sandy locks fell forwards when his head slipped from his hand and he jerked up.
He rolled his eyes a few times while blinking and then pulled a face as he inspected the damp elbow of his black shirt and the wet bar where he had been leaning.
A sigh lifted his broad shoulders and his green eyes shifted to the half-full glass of whisky in front of him, growing a little unfocused as he stared at it. He turned it on the bar, canting his head to his left as he studied it. The soft lighting above him reflected off the glass, casting patterns over the dark wood, and his gaze went from unfocused to hazy. Either he was lost in thought, or the whisky was really taking its toll on him.
Perhaps she should have cut him off after his third, but his charming smile had persuaded her to supply him with a fourth, and a fifth. She regretted it now, her stomach squirming whenever she looked at him and saw the effect of the alcohol on him.
At the time, he had looked as though he would be fine.
Now, he looked as though he was going to pass out.
Heck, maybe she shouldn’t have given him the first shot.
What if he didn’t dri
nk because he was an alcoholic and she had just ruined his recovery?
She would never be able to live with herself if that was the case.
She handed some change to a patron and walked along the length of the area behind the bar to Lukas, neatening her appearance as she did so, a nervous habit she couldn’t quite get under control whenever she was heading in his direction.
Her heart rate jacked up as she tugged the hem of her black baby-doll t-shirt down to sit smoothly along the waist of her black jeans and combed her fingers through her long red hair. She always felt as though she looked like a mess whenever things got frantic behind the bar.
And she wanted to look her best for Lukas.
She had been deeply aware of her appearance from the moment she had first set eyes on him, felt self-conscious whenever his eyes landed on her, and ached for them to return to her whenever he looked away.
Did he know how badly he affected her?
Did she affect him at all?
Her pulse raced faster and she struggled to breathe evenly as she neared him. They must have talked for hours in the years they had known each other, had shared secrets and laughs about all manner of things, but she still had to drag her courage up from her toes whenever she wanted to speak with him.
She nodded when an elderly man wished her a good night, offering him a warm smile that came straight from her heart. She had known him since she was a kid, back when her parents had run the old bar that was now hers and she had been more interested in running around and talking to all the regulars, showing them her latest paintings or hearing their stories.
Annelie glanced around to make sure that no one needed her.
The pub was quieter now that it was approaching closing time. A few regulars remained along with a group of people she didn’t recognise who were sitting in the corner near the bay windows that overlooked the road.
She could finally speak to Lukas without interruption.
She sucked down a quiet breath.
Leaned on the damp bar opposite Lukas, between two sets of pumps.
Reached a trembling hand out and swept his fair hair out of his eyes.
He leaned away, almost fell off his stool, clutched the brass rail that ran around the edge of the bar to stop himself, and then looked at her.
An all-too-familiar jolt shot through her when his clear green eyes met her brown ones and her heart fluttered in her chest when he smiled lopsidedly.
“You okay?” She went to take her hand away but he took hold of it, bringing it down to the bar.
She swallowed hard as he toyed with her fingers, his warm and firm against them, and her heart thundered, hammering against her chest as her mouth dried out.
His gaze fell to their joined hands, a flicker of fascination entering his eyes, and she told herself not to read into it.
So what if this was the first bordering-on-intimate contact they’d had?
So what if he had made her heart stop the moment he had first walked into her pub three years ago and it had stopped every time she had seen him since?
It didn’t mean anything.
At least, it didn’t mean anything to him.
Sure, they had talked and whiled away the hours, and Lukas was an amazing listener and always seemed genuinely interested in her problems and helping her solve them, but he had never once shown any interest in her beyond friendship.
She wished that he would.
He was drop dead gorgeous. Six feet plus of masculine beauty. And she wanted to pounce on him whenever he walked through the door.
Which had been almost every other night until recently.
He had gone away for three long weeks without a word, leaving her wondering if something terrible had happened to him.
And then the moment he walked back into her life, he hit the drink.
Hard.
Lukas didn’t answer her. His green gaze remained fixed on her hand and he turned it this way and that, his touch gentle now. Her heart whispered that this was interest beyond friendship. She tried to shut it up but it persisted, filled her head with the ridiculous thought that she might finally get her wish, that those dreams she had of Lukas were finally going to become real.
Annelie shut it down, because disappointment and heartache lay down that road.
Lukas was just drunk, tired and, by the looks of things, a little out of sorts. For the first time, he looked as if he was the one who needed to unburden his shoulders and his heart, and she was determined to listen to him as he had listened to her so many times in the past. She was going to help him. It was the least she could do for him.
Someone stepped up to the bar at the far end and she waved to Andy to serve him. She couldn’t leave Lukas until she knew what was going on in his head and why he was suddenly drinking, or at least until she was sure he wasn’t about to fall off his stool and hurt himself.
Annelie bent lower so she could see his face.
His gaze finally left her hand and met hers again, bright in the lights from the mirrored cabinet of bottles behind her.
“I said you okay?” She searched his eyes.
His pupils were wide as he raked his gaze down over her chest, fire following in its wake, and then lifted it back up to her face. It remained fixed there and a blush crept onto her cheeks as he studied her, the intensity and sudden sharpness of his eyes holding her captive even when she wanted to glance away and avoid his gaze. He had never looked at her so closely, or with so much banked heat in his eyes.
Heat that rippled through her and had her deeply aware of the way his hand held hers and how close she was to him.
“Hell of a week.” His reply was so quiet that she barely heard him.
“You’ve been gone three.” Those words slipped from her lips before she could stop them, laced with hurt that surprised her, had her reeling a little as she stared at him and felt the heavy press of that pain on her heart.
She had thought she had been worried about Lukas when he had disappeared on her, but now she realised it had hurt her too. She had been afraid she would never see him again.
His eyebrows rose. “Three?”
Annelie nodded. Lukas released her hand and she mourned the loss of contact, ached for him to touch her again, to hold her because it had been reassuring her that he was back with her now.
He heaved a long sigh and ran his hand over the messy finger-length strands of his hair, preening it back, before pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes screwed shut.
“Hell of a three weeks.” Lukas smiled but she saw straight through it.
Something was wrong.
“Annelie,” Andy called but she waved him away again.
Andy had been tending bar long enough to handle problems on his own now.
Lukas needed to talk. She had seen it the moment he had sat down tonight, but the pub had been so busy that she hadn’t been able to talk to him other than taking his order. He had never really spoken much about himself and the one time he needed to, she hadn’t made time for him.
He had always made time to listen to her.
What sort of friend was she?
“I was wondering where you were.” Her tone was jest but her heart meant the words, ached a little as the last three weeks caught up with her together with the revelation that she had been afraid of never seeing him again.
Lukas’s eyes lifted back to meet hers, and she told herself not to read into the look that crossed his handsome face, because there was a chance she was misinterpreting it or just seeing what she wanted to see—that he was pleased to hear she had missed him, had been thinking about him.
He dropped his green gaze back to his whisky glass and ran a finger around the rim of it. “Sorry about that.”
She never had been able to place his accent.
It wasn’t British like hers and most of the people who frequented the pub.
She had asked him about it once and he had simply said that he had lived in many places. She had told him her whole life sto
ry and he hadn’t even told her where he was from. If she asked again, would he tell her? If she didn’t give up this time and tried to peel back his layers to learn more about him, would he answer all her questions?
She had never pressed him before, had secretly enjoyed the air of mystery that surrounded him, but now things were different. He had gone away, and had returned a different man, and she wanted to know where he had been, what he had done, and why he had disappeared. She wanted to know everything about him.
He picked up his glass and she took it from him.
“I think you’ve had enough of that.” She tipped the contents in the sink behind the bar and stashed the glass there. “How are you getting home tonight?”
He frowned, propped his head up on his palm, and closed his eyes. “The usual way.”
She shook her head at that. “I can’t let you drive.”
A smile curved his profane lips. “I don’t drive. I fly.”
“Well, I can’t let you drink and fly.” She couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled up, shook her head for a different reason as she looked at him.
He was drunk if he thought he could fly home.
Annelie covered his other hand with hers and he opened his eyes, their green depths meeting hers again. They were sharper now but not enough to satisfy her.
“I’ll give you a lift if you wait until we’ve closed.” Hopefully he would have sobered up a little by then and could direct her to his place.
She had never seen him outside work before and didn’t have a clue about where he lived. She thought she remembered him mentioning it was in the city, somewhere close to the heart of London, but she couldn’t be sure.
Lukas stared into her eyes for what felt like hours and then nodded.
Annelie took her hand back and smiled, relief flowing through her. It was better he didn’t go home alone, in a cab or on the bus. She would only end up worrying that he had gotten into trouble somewhere.
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