“What’s that look?” He returned my smile, though his brow furrowed in confusion.
My smile stretched wider, and I went on tiptoes to kiss his lips. “I’m just happy I know you.” Before you leave me. I pushed the thought from my mind, wrapping my arms around his neck and abandoning myself to the passion between us I could no longer deny.
His hands settled on my waist, pulling me against him, and something else bumped at my back.
My eyes flew open, and from the periphery all I could see was gorgeous, rich, steadfast brown. He’d wrapped both wings around me. I’d never thought much about the poetic blessings talking about being sheltered under Erlik’s wings. But now, well. Now it was both the most comforting and the most arousing thing I could ever imagine.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to lean against his hard body or lean backward and feel those feathers against my skin.
He bit my lower lip, his fingers pressing into me, and then all I could think about was his lips, his breath, his touch, and the way my name sounded in his mouth.
Lilith. Lily. Cirra. He repeated it over and over, pressing the sounds into my own mouth, against my own skin. His heart pounded in his chest, and awe and smugness spiralled through me, that I could do such a thing to him, someone so powerful.
His erection pushed against my stomach, insistent and hard. It sent butterflies through my belly. This time I wanted to see it. I wanted to feel it. And I wanted him to feel me.
I clutched at his shoulders and neck, clawing for purchase so I could get even closer.
His hands slipped down and he planted his palms across my ass, and my desire shot so high I thought I would scream. He gripped me, then lifted me up into his arms.
Gasping, I hiked my dress so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Ah, this is heaven. With my hips opened, his heated length nestled right in between my thighs, rubbing exactly where I wanted it. He was strong enough I didn’t need to hold onto his neck with both hands, and I reached one hand higher to stroke the crest of his wing.
He shuddered, pausing in his kiss. “Lily,” he whispered, his lips never leaving mine. “That’s…that’s very sensitive.”
I grinned, rolling my hips. “Does it get more sensitive?”
Instead of rubbing against me like I expected, he stretched his wing higher, granting me access down his back. “So much more sensitive,” he moaned, and the sound of his voice so desperate and needy made my core clench and throb. “Please, I, please—” His breath came in shaky gasps, his muscles spasming.
Gods, I needed this man.
He licked down my neck, his fingers digging into my ass. Somehow he was able to stir all this passion, display all of his lust, without a single whiff of possession. As if he knew it would always be my body, as if he would be the humble supplicant always begging for a touch, a taste, an entrance.
That made my passion rage all the more.
Sensing my change, Castiel snapped his wings back and turned, setting me on the edge of the reading table.
I hissed as the cool wood kissed the backs of my bare thighs. “Castiel, what are you doing?”
He grinned. “Worshipping you.” And then he got down on his knees with inhuman grace and parted my knees.
Yelping in surprise, I slapped my hands on top of his. “Castiel!” This was new. He’d be much closer and I was in brighter light than last time.
He kissed one knee, eyes on me. “What?” His kiss became open-mouthed, his tongue licking flames on the inside of my knee.
Suddenly my body exploded in fire, and oh, I wanted to burn even hotter. I nodded frantically, even though I was still a little uncertain. I just needed him touching me, and if that’s how he wanted to do it, then I would be happy.
His smirk had a wicked edge to it as he trailed kisses up my left thigh. “Cirra,” he whispered, “legs apart.”
The thought of someone staring at me—there—unnerved me. I let loose a shaky sigh. “You…you won’t dislike it?” I couldn’t bear the thought of Castiel looking at me, especially that close, and turning away in distaste. It would crack me.
Castiel leaned backward, putting pressure on his wings. It looked very uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Cirra Lily, do you know what I did after you left last night?”
I shook my head.
“I buried my face in the wetness you left on my bed because I couldn’t get enough of your scent. I brought myself off multiple times before I could sleep. And yet I was still awake before the dawn with this desire to climb out of my skin and nestle myself right against your beating heart.”
My mouth formed an oh. I needed his tongue on me now.
Instead of diving in, Castiel hung back, brow furrowing as he searched my face for some sort of reaction. “You understand it’s not just because of how you look, don’t you? I also respect your mind, and I’ll never touch you without your?—”
