Her hands moved between stroking my arms and combing my wings, and I twitched and jerked with each delicate touch. If she wasn’t careful, I would spend right in my trousers.
“You’re pushing me too close to the edge,” I gasped, straining to hold my wings in place to keep her protected from the cold.
She grinned at me, and that was it.
I grabbed her shoulders and gently spun her until her front pressed against the bell, pinning the blanket between the curve of the bell and her chest.
Her bare back was before me, and I groaned, gritting my teeth at the spike of arousal that shot through me.
“Fuck, you’re the most tempting creature I’ve ever seen. I’d jump straight through the hole in the sky without a regret if I could see these curves on the other side.” I ran a palm down the nape of her neck, over her spine, and to her lower back. All that skin, begging to be touched.
Goosebumps blossomed where I’d touched, and my grin turned feral at the realization. I admired the play of her muscles beneath her skin, so different than a seraph’s. I pressed a kiss to her neck, then trailed my tongue down each bump in her spine, hovering over the divots above her ass. I licked the slope of her lower back, then crouched, holding her hips to steady myself. My wings spread wide to balance me.
“What?” she asked, cheek pressed to the blanket.
I looked up at her. “Spread your legs, cirra.”
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Her eyes burned blue, and she spread her legs for me.
My hands swept down her waist, along her hips, then over the curve of her ass. Two utterly perfect globes I wanted to sink my teeth into.
“Is this right?” she whispered nervously.
“This is more than right,” I assured, and leaned in to swipe my tongue between her legs, aiming for the well of her dew.
She let loose a keening cry, hastily muffled.
“Just as I remembered.” I licked my lips, then bent my head to drink more. “Fuck, Lily,” I spoke against her thigh. She probably couldn’t hear me, but that was fine. “Every inch of you is indescribable.” I let my tongue play through the folds of her sex while my hands kept her pinned in place.
Finally, when she was writhing and begging me for mercy, I stood and let her turn to face me.
Her cheeks had twin spots of color and her eyes were dazed with pupils blown wide. She whimpered, a needy thing now, all earthy beauty and raw sexuality. I was the luckiest seraph alive. “Castiel.”
“A moment longer,” I soothed, bringing my wings around her again, cocooning us in a private bower of bronze luxury.
She grabbed my trousers, and when she unbuttoned them her knuckles brushed the ridge of my erection. I nearly came right there. I tried to breathe through it. There was no way in Rundis or in this world I’d come when I was only heartbeats away from being buried inside her. Lilith shoved at the waistband of my trousers, as eager as I was.
My hands shook as I pushed them down my hips and kicked them off. Then I was as naked as she was. My cock jutted toward her, knowing exactly where I wanted to be.
Lilith wrapped her hand around my cock like she did in the library, then held my balls in her other hand. She massaged them, refamiliarizing herself, and my knees buckled.
“Lilith. Explore later,” I gasped.
She pouted. “You tortured me. I’m still unsatisfied.”
“Then let me satisfy you.” I grabbed her waist and lifted her into my arms.
Lilith wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles, breathing heavily. “Yes, like this,” she agreed. Her heels dragged against my ass and it added a sense of realness to the experience. This wasn’t one of my fantasies. This was really happening. Finally.
Lilith might believe we’d only learned about each other a fortnight ago. But I had known for over a hundred years that, if I was lucky, I had a mate somewhere in the world, and I had to find them. I already knew I’d adore them.
Lilith hovered over my cock, her eyes close to mine.
“Ready?” I whispered against her lips.
