If I wasn’t already damned, I would be by the time my contract with Melanie was up. Deep down, I knew when the time came, and they inevitably attempted to take her away from me, I wouldn’t let them.
She was all that mattered. She was everything to me. I wanted to drown in her goodness.
A quote fromParadise Lost, a book I had done a report on in college alongside Mel, played in my mind.
“Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.”
It was kind of scary how much John Milton had gotten it right. Knowing Lucifer’s story, the first guardian ever assigned to a ward, and how he fell to temptation, I wondered if he, too, had loved Eve.
Paradise has always villainized the first celestial to fuck his ward; used him as an example.
For the first time ever, I sympathized with the devil.
I brushed my fingertips up Mel’s spine, enjoying the feel of the bare, heated skin of her shoulders, how her flesh pebbled for me in the wake of my touch. Then my fingers knotted possessively in her hair and anchored her head back to look at me.
She released a small flit of a gasp, her throat, stretched taut, bobbed with a swallow.
“Fuck me, Gabriel.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I groaned.
“I know that I’m asking for a part of you I’ve never had before. Call me selfish. But I want to have that part of you so bad it hurts. Make this pain go away.” There were more tears now, like she was confused by how much she needed me.
Oh, sweet Mel. The distance between us hurts me too.
I couldn’t explain to her the complications of why she was feeling what she was feeling. But the least I could do was ease the hurt for her, for both of us.
At least for now.
I arched down and kissed her again, this time pouring my soul into the connection. My tongue forced my way into her mouth, and she took it in, accepting me with eager fervor, a swollen moan rolling from her throat into mine. I wondered what kind of noises she’d make for me once I explored the forbidden territory buried between her thighs.
My celestial beast went mad with the thought.
Don’t shift,don’t shift.Not here, not now.
Her breath washed over me, sweet and hot, her sugary scent weaving with the metallic tang of rain and wet pavement.
Mel was still a virgin, yet she maneuvered herself without the hesitation and inexperience of one. She nipped my bottom lip and ran her tongue over my teeth, panting into my mouth like an animal in heat. Her chest heaved against mine, her heartbeat thrumming with such force it pounding in my ear. I pressed a leg forward, and she straddled it in an instant, riding my thigh and whimpering softly in delight.
It was as if we were already connected, moving in perfect unison like this was how it should have been a long time ago.
I’d been with one woman, a divine being who should have been the pinnacle of sexual experiences. She was arch class, for crying out loud, and arch celestials could shift and take on any form. When I was with her, I had fantasized about another reality where it would have been at all acceptable to ask her to take on the shape of my ward. At the time, that was a far less scandalous fantasy than actually having sex with Melanie.
The heat of Mel’s soaking wet pussy was seeping into my pant leg. Watching her face scrunch up with pleasure as she rode my thigh was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, driving me mad.
Fuck her, take her, claim her,the voice of my true nature snarled in my ear.Do it.
Ha. Angel over my shoulder, my ass. My celestial beast was a horny prick.
Shut up. You’re finally getting your way. Keep the feathers in unless you want her to have a fucking meltdown while we’re inside her.
Maybe out of fear that my sense would kick in any moment, the beast held its tongue.
“Touch me, Gabriel,” Melanie pleaded with me. “Please.”
“Here?” I asked. “Are you sure?” We were in an alley, next to a dumpster. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic scene for her to lose her virginity. But by the wild flash in her eyes, the way she pulled me to her, desperate and needy for me, she didn’t give two shits where we were.
