Instead of fixing herself, she slid off of me, leaned against the bar, tits pressing against it, and called down to the waiter.“Two more!”
His eyes flickered to her breasts, and when he turned around to make two more vodkas with Passion, she shifted from my lap to Eros’s.
He unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and rubbed it between her thighs.She was dripping wet.She lowered herself onto him.I pulled my seat closer to her.He grasped her hips and thrust up into her, making her breasts bounce against the bar.
The bartender pushed two drinks across the bar, his cheeks a slight tint of pink, his gaze fixed on Dani.Eros watched him, eyes black, and he turned away—no questions asked.
Eros dug his fingers into her hips, driving his into hers, thrusting hard and fast.He lifted the front of her dress, enough for me to see her pussy.
“Come here,” he said to me.
Again, I pulled my stool closer.Eros wrapped his arms under her legs, spreading them apart.
I pressed my cock against Dani’s clit, then shoved myself inside of her.She clenched on both of us, and I groaned.His cock felt so good inside her pussy.
“You like that?”I asked against her ear.
She moaned softly, her toes curling.Each time we thrust into her, she clenched.Tighter and tighter and tighter until her legs were shaking in Eros’s hands.He pulled them apart even more.She gripped on to my chest.
I grasped her breasts in my hands, pulling down the rest of her dress, revealing them.Her nipples glided against my palms.When I pinched them, Eros pressed a hand to her mouth, and she moaned loudly into it.
Eros pulled out of her, and then I did.Both of us were covered in her cum.
She readjusted her dress, pulled it down, and sat at the bar like nothing had ever happened.
Twenty-Six
Less than an hourafter we returned to the Kingdom of Lust from Trevon’s bar, Dani was fast asleep against Eros’s bare chest.Her dress was pulled nearly all the way up her legs, her breasts were falling out of her top, and her lips were parted ever so slightly.She looked so lustfully angelic, even in her sleep.
They were lying against their maroon velvet comforter in their room.Eros’s eyes were closed, his breathing slowing.His lip twitched, like it used to in Heaven.He scratched her head lightly around her horns.
I smiled at the two and walked over to the window.Their room was on the highest floor of their castle, overlooking the white stone walkways and the beautiful trees with soft pink leaves.Outside, the sky was a maroon.Light from my kingdom made of ice was gleaming through the northern sky even though it was miles and miles away.It had always been the brightest.
When I leaned against the window and looked toward Eros, he was staring right at me.His eyes were almost brighter than usual, lingering on me as I stood there.
We stared at each other for a long time, and all I wanted was for him to love me again.
When I had fucked it up for both of us in Heaven and we both fell, Eros still loved me.When we were the only ones in Hell, he still loved me.When everything was so bare those first hundred years here that I thought to myself that we should go back to Heaven, he still loved me.
Then we had drifted apart for thousands of years.
I swallowed hard and shook my head, trying to shake that memory.Eros’s eyes softened, and they looked so sorrowful and guilty.
Everything that I wasn’t.And that was oddly why I had loved him from the moment he showed up under one of Raphaela’s apple trees and smiled at me.So much emotion.
Not that pent-up shit that angels always had.This was real.
True.
“Do you still love me?”I asked.
I knew the answer.It would always be yes.But I wanted to hear him say it.Just those three little words that he hadn’t truly said to me for thousands of years.
“Don’t use me to fuel your pride,” he said, placing Dani down on the bed and standing up.His abdomen was nearly glistening under the moonlight.
“Have I ever used you for my pride before?”
He clenched his jaw, suddenly much tenser than he was a moment ago.“Yes,” he said.“Many times, and I’m done with it.”
