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Wasting no time, he coats his fingers in my arousal and presses one inside me, then another. I grip tighter to his hair as he moves, wanting to switch positions so I can touch him too.
He pumps faster, adding a third finger until the wet sounds of my pussy blend in with the waves crashing on shore. I’m soaring, my body nearing the precipice of ecstasy.
Reality crashes in around me as footsteps approach, followed by the sound of laughter.
My eyes fly open. People are coming this way. Shit. Shit. Shit!
Raphael’s fingers don’t stop. He drops his head, whispering in my ear. “I don’t care who sees, sunshine. I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers.”
His words are fuel to my already raging fire, igniting my world until all I see are the flames.
I do my best to stay quiet, not wanting anyone to find us here. There’s a small part of me that relishes in the possibility of getting caught, stirring deep in my core and enhancing my pleasure.
Raphael extracts a finger, leaving two inside of me, which he pumps feverishly, hitting a spot so deep that I can almost see stars. His thumb moves to my clit, gliding over my sensitive nub until it feels like I might explode.
Someone laughs again, closer this time, sounding almost directly on top of us, but still Raphael doesn’t stop. And it’s then that I reach the brink of my climax, swept away by the endless waves of it. My carefree angel kisses me, muffling the sound of his name on my lips.
After a moment, he pulls away and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Would you believe that I’m hungry again?”
I can’t hold back the laugh that erupts from my throat. Would it even be Raphael if he wasn’t eating? But from the glint in his eyes, I realize he isn’t talking about food.
He extracts his fingers from my jeans, leaving me to button them up right before a group of three students walks out on the dock. They don’t look like the worst of my bullies — thank the Archangels for small victories — but I can’t stop the blush from rising.
“Damn. A picnic is a great idea!” the shortest guy says, eying our setup.
Raphael only smiles, sucking on his fingers as if to rub it in their faces that they don’t have a picnic. Except … those fingers were inside me only moments ago.
“It really is,” Raphael finally replies, his gaze trained on me instead of the newcomers, and I watch him clean off another digit with fascination. He’s not wasting a single drop. “Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
My pussy pulses, ready to go again, but this time I want to be the one making him lose control. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.
14
Thelockerroomisquiet as I change into my combat gear. I arrived at the weaponry training building early, hoping to avoid getting stuck in here with someone like Seraphina and her minions.
Luck, it appears, is on my side. At least for now.
Despite this class being mandatory for all Silver City University students, I’d have chosen it as an elective anyway. Being able to protect myself is a skill I wish I’d known years ago.
I pull on the leggings before throwing on the matching long-sleeve spandex shirt, surprised to find the outfit covers so much. Not that I’m complaining. I have no idea what to expect from today, so I’ll take all the barriers I can get.
Dina assured me over breakfast this morning that I’d be fine, but I receive enough hate around campus already. What the fuck will happen in a course specifically meant for fighting? Visions of me as the class punching bag fill my mind. Students throwing me around and abusing me under the guise of training. It’s exactly what I’m expecting.
Anxiety grips me hard, so I focus on controlling my breathing and think about the picnic last night. Of Raphael’s touch and the way he made me feel. It had been a perfect evening. Part of me was worried that things would be weird after, but he and Theo joined us for breakfast, and everything seemed perfect. Theo can be hard to read, but if he knew what Raphael and I had done last night, he didn’t show it.
I exit the locker room and step into a long, narrow room filled with punching bags, mats, and other gear I’ve never seen before. The only other angel in here is the teacher, whose red hair and muscular frame remind me of a highland warrior I read about in a book from Earth. I make my way toward him and find a seat on the mats near the front.
“You’re here early.”
“I am. Being late hasn’t served me anything but suffering.” I don’t mean for him to hear the last part, but things don’t often go my way.
“Ah, right. You must be Hayliel then. I’m Professor Malik.”
I blush, surprised that he knows who I am from just one sentence. I guess rumors really do spread fast in a school like this. “Nice to meet you.”
“To survive in my class, Miss Hayliel, all you need to do is show up on time and do your best. I have a no-bullshit policy here, and if anyone breaks that rule, they’ll be put in their place. Do you understand?”
I nod in agreement, even though I don’t really. I can’t tell if he’s warning me about causing bullshit or offering me support in a backward sort of way.
