Page 28 of The Angel in Her


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Yeah, better than ambrosia.

Ambrosia didn’t moan and twitch like that, didn’t whimper and beg as I assaulted her over-sensitive clit with my tongue and fingers. With two fingers inside her, I beckoned her to come for me, rubbing my fingertips against her inner wall, flicking my tongue over her clit. When I added a third finger, pushing to get deeper, she shuddered and whimpered, and I shuddered with her. My mouth and fingers working in tandem, I brought her to orgasm again. Every sound that fell from her lips grew fire under my fingertips, and my hips rutted as I tasted her.

In one swift move, I mounted her again, penetrating her wetness at the same time as I forced my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself on my lips. Swallowing her moans, I increased my pace, the pleasure building inside me until I was gripping the couch, the cushions tearing and almost shredded under my grip. Her surprised giggle at this reaction was cut off when I bit her bottom lip, and I grunted against her mouth when she returned the gesture.

“Evie,” I mumbled.

I’ve never felt anything close to this, experienced anything quite like her, and her next words pushed me over the edge.

“Come for me, Zaqiel.”

As I collapsed on top of her, I felt a slight ache in my knees from the hard floor.

Angels felt pain, but we mostly ignored it—trained to ignore it. But my body was sensitive to all sensations now, twitching and jerking with every aftershock of my orgasm. Still buried deep inside her, I moaned with every clamp of her walls around me. The chill of the air against my back was stinging and soothing at the same time, and her fingers gliding down my shoulders and torso left a trail of goosebumps.

I listened to her heart beat, pounding against the inside of her chest before it slowed as she came down from her high, from the pleasure that pulsed through her body and continued to squeeze every drop from me.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I stiffened against her touch, my hands flexing against the ruined remains of the couch cushions.

God.

What had I done?

I tore myself away from her, and Evie gasped as she was left empty, her legs closing on instinct. She stared at me, those heavy eyes drowsy from pleasure, but her expression changed, morphing as mine did from a frown to wide-eyed with fear.

“What’s wrong?” She sat up, levering herself with her elbows. “Are you okay?”

I covered myself with my hands, glancing around for my clothes. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I wanted it too.”

My cock was throbbing under my hands, wet from being inside her, dripping with her cum and mine. Panic and dread rose from my stomach to my chest, crushing my heart like a vice as she slowly covered her breasts with her hands. She could tell something was wrong, but she didn’t understand what.

“Zaqiel—”

“Don’t. Please don’t say anything.”

I scrambled to grab my clothes, reaching to where they lay near the couch and snatching them away, keeping my distance from her. This woman sat naked in front of me and had exposed herself to me in every way possible. I could see the rejection washing over her like a wave as she folded in on herself, pulled the blanket from the floor, and covered her body.

“I don’t understand—”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I took advantage of you. It was wrong.”

“You didn’t take advantage of me. How many times do I have to tell you I wanted it too?”

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t see you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a…” I didn’t know how to find the words. I was meant to care for humanity, not feel these earthly desires and give in to them. We had shared the most carnal of desires and what was worse was I didn’t regret it because she felt so good.Too good. The smell and taste of her skin and the connection it forged can’t be faked or created any other way than through the act of…

… but now I saw her in a way I couldn’t undo.

She was more than someone who needed care, more than a lost lamb to look after and send on her way. Evie was a woman. And beyond that, a woman I now felt some claim over like I owned her as if a personcouldbe owned. If they could, I wanted to possess her and keep her safe from the world which I knew was more than capable of tearing her apart. I’d tear the world apart to protect her. I knew that now.

And it couldn’t be because I had so many to protect and save.

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