“How sad.I’m not an angel and you have fallen, so I think the Celestial Realm will forgive you this one small pleasure.”
She cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss.Her lips taste rich, like embers from a dying sun.A little smoky, a little warm with the hint of autumn leaves and the beat of a thousand hearts pumping.
Or maybe that’s the racing of my own thumping against my ribs.The kiss is needy and filled with summer bonfires and the hint of red wine.It’s so fucking moreish, I find my arms wrapping around her body.Pawing at her to bring her closer.
I need more.
Want more.
To… to devour her.With every glide of her lips and every caress of her tongue over mine, I come undone.
It’s too much.
It’s everything.
And buried beneath all of it is a lance of pain.It won’t last.Interitus will take this,her, from me.Like she does everything.
I should push her away.Every cell in my body knows I should put distance between us.Tell her no.Force her back.But her fingers have found their way beneath my robes and as she tweaks my nipples, I moan into her kiss.
My clit hums a song I’ve never heard and my entire body shines with light.Her hands caress my stomach and slide between my legs to my soaking slit.I break the kiss as she finds my apex.My head rolls back, a carnal moan slipping from my mouth.
“Gellara…”
This is agony.It drives a need so strong it’s transcendent, and terrifying.I torture myself, with every flick of her hand, knowing that she is becoming my weakness and that I am fallible.Unable to prevent this from happening.
Interitus will find out, and when she does, she will use it against me.
“Stop,” Gellara whispers.“Let go.”
She guides my jaw to face her, and then undresses, flinging her top and trousers off until she’s stood before me utterly naked.
“Gellara,” I whisper her name again, a prayer this time for pleasure and peace and the possibility that I can keep her.
She is divine.Angels are meant to be beautiful, but what stands before me is far beyond beauty.
Her perfectly erect nipples, a darker shade of pink than mine despite her pale nature.Her breasts are full and heavy and my mouth waters at the prospect of taking them in my mouth and suckling until she’s squirming beneath me.
My eyes trace down the ample curves of her tummy to the apex between her legs.A line of hair with neat little coils stops right above her clit.
My tongue glides over my lips, desperate to taste what lies between her folds.
“Architecti,” she whispers…
“Yes?”I say, barely able to take my eyes off the shape of her legs, her waist, her breasts.
“Touch me…”
I hesitate.
“I need you to touch me…”
But I don’t reach out with my hands.Instead, I kneel.
An angel before a demon.
My mouth watering at the prospect of tasting her.
“Are you sure?”I breathe against her skin.
