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Although I realized as I looked at my arms, I’d always have the reminders of those years.
Zaqiel lathered up his hands with soap, and with a touch that was almost unbelievably gentle, he began to wash my back, working his fingers delicately into my shoulders to rub out the knots but not aggravate the bruises. When he traced his fingers down my back, I shivered and turned my head just enough to see that half-smile of his. He kept pushing that button, tracing my scars over and over every time we met, perhaps knowing that one day I’d let him do it.
But I could turn the tables on him. He may be an angel, but I knew how to press his buttons too.
Facing him, I reached forward and grabbed his cock through his pants, smirking when I could feel he was already hard.
He looked embarrassed for a moment before that dark expression took over.
“Let me guess…” I whispered, “Angels aren’t supposed to do this?”
His eyes flashed dangerously as his gaze traced my body.
“There are a lot of things we’re not supposed to do.”
I squealed as he stepped over the edge of the bath, still fully clothed, and I flinched as my back was pressed against the cold tiles as he advanced on me, pinning me between his hard chest and the wall. His mouth was on mine in an instant, the water trickling down our hair and necks and over our cheeks, meeting where our lips met and sending my mind conflicting sensations of hot and cold.
“Zaqiel!” I cried as his hands found my thighs, hitching one leg up and draping it over his waist, grinding his erection against my warmth, the rough fabric of his pants only adding another level of sensation. “God!” I gasped.
He grunted, rutting against me as my hands scrambled against his back, and I bit into his shoulder. His clothes were soaked, but he didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.
But I did care that he was wearing too many of them.
He got the hint when I started yanking at his shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it into the bathtub with a wet thud that splashed my ankles with cool water.
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?” I panted.
He was undoing his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. With another kiss, he grabbed my face with one hand, forcing me to look away from his erect cock and into his eyes. “No,” he growled. “Is that a problem?”
I shook my head as he lifted me under my thighs and ass, pressing my back hard against the wall as he penetrated me. Crying out, I tilted my head back against the wall, stretching my neck with my mouth hanging open in silent prayer. He was so big, stretching and forcing me to accommodate his length and girth every time.
Promising to be this good forevermore.
He wasn’t going to last long, not this time, not after all the anger and emotions had built up to this. I could tell by his uneven breathing, his breath hot against my collarbone, and how he missed a beat with his thrusts every now and then. That’s okay because I wasn’t going to last long either. He was so close and hitting all the best angles, I could feel my pleasure building as my pussy further slickened with arousal with every one of his thrusts.
When he came, his fingers tensed against my flesh, and I bit into his shoulder to cover the cry that escaped my lips. He continued rutting against me, his growls lost against my skin before he slowly pulled out, resting his head against the cold tiles with me sandwiched between his body and the wall.
“Heaven on Earth,” he mumbled.
And I don’t think I’ve ever felt purer.
ZAQIEL
Taking my time, I finished washing her, taking extra care because although she didn’t say anything, it was a pang in my chest to know I may have aggravated her injuries when I took her in the shower. But I couldn’t help it. I needed her before, but this time it was different. I knew I wouldn’t have even made it to the bedroom. Evie was mine now. I shouldn’t have let her go before, and I wasn’t ever going to again. The need to claim her, to own her, to penetrate her, consumed me.
She watched me with her eyebrow arched while I towel-dried her. I knew I was being possessive, and thankfully I had gotten to her in time before Tyson did any major damage. Apart from the shock of the situation and a few minor injuries and aches, she was quite capable of drying herself.
But I liked touching her, so I arched an eyebrow at her in response, silently asking her if she had a problem with me taking care of her. The small smirk I got in return told me she didn’t, but she was still going to give me a hard time about it.
When I smiled at her, her eyes lit up.
Wrapping the towel around her, I helped her stand and followed Evie to the bed, sitting next to her. When she sank to her knees on the ground, I grabbed at her shoulders.
“Evie, are you okay?”
Had the shock caught up with her? Was she passing out?
“Shh, Zaqiel, I’m fine.”
