I didn’t like it. But luckily for me, I wasn’t left alone with my troubling thoughts much longer.
Gabriel shimmered into existence behind me. And as his dark blue wings folded into his back, his gaze fell on me and gentled. He walked across the room and took my hands. I stood, staring up into his beloved face, pushing aside my concerns with Lucifer. It’d been too long since we’d been together last, and it would be painfully long before we could be together again, so Gabriel and I had to focus on us and this moment. And we both knew it.
He pressed his lips to mine, silently saying the things we didn’t.
His body moved as he held me, but my focus was all on his lips and how soft they were. Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel had always been vastly different lovers. Michael was the gentlest lover of my boys. He made love more than he fucked, and anyone that didn't understand the difference in the two was missing out on one or the other. But Gabriel, Gabriel was usually rougher. And I liked being fucked by him just as much as I enjoyed being made love to.
But tonight? Tonight I could tell Gabriel was in a rare, gentler mood.
Gabriel settled me down onto a bed and ran his hands down my body. "I missed you, Lilith. So much."
I gasped as he slipped his hands into my dress to wrap around my breasts. For a long minute, he fondled me like he had nowhere else in the world to be until the desire overwhelmed me, and I needed more than just his hands on my body.
"Help me out of this," I whispered.
He pulled me upright and lifted my dress over my head, then threw it to the floor, leaving me naked before him. I stretched back, feeling proud and sexy as his heated gaze swept over me.
"You're gorgeous." He rocked back and stepped off the bed, then quickly removed his clothes.
Now it was my turn to devour the sight of my lover. He had lean muscles, chiseled all over, and his dick was made for me, the perfect size for my body.
With a devious grin, he crawled onto me. I threaded my fingers in his long, blond hair with a sigh. The soft tresses fell to his shoulders and gave my bad boy angel a softness that I loved. Too often, I’d stay awake at night running my fingers through his hair, soothed by touching him.
But there was nothing soothing about him now.
His mouth closed onto one of my nipples, and I lost all sense of thought. He twisted his tongue around my puckered breast, sucking and licking his way from one side to the other. After giving each a little nip, pleasure shooting down my body, he moved down. He kissed my belly, then continued until his mouth landed on my core. I gasped as he spread my legs to give him the best access to my clit.
He licked my clit, eliciting whimpers from me as he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned and tried not to wiggle as he pulled an orgasm out of me almost as if by command.
Gabriel plunged his tongue inside me as far as it would go. "I love your taste," he murmured, vibrating my core with each syllable, but I barely heard him over my moans.
After sucking on each lip and giving my clit one more rousing lick, he moved up my body again. "I need to be inside you," he whispered.
“Then… do it,” I told him, sounding far too frustrated and aroused, even to my own ears.
He didn’t need to be told again.
Gabriel sank into me, filling me perfectly. My body molded itself around him as I sighed. "You feel like home," I whispered. "I missed you."
He groaned and moved, sliding in and out of me with his face pressed against my shoulder. "I love you, Lilith."
"Oh," I gasped. Every slow stroke antagonized my g-spot and built a slow, intense orgasm. "I love you, too."
As it crested over me, Michael appeared behind Gabriel, lifting a brow in interest as his gaze swept over us.
I ignored him and called out Gabriel's name as I came. Gabriel's release followed immediately behind mine, and he flexed his hips and held me tighter.
We continued to ignore Michael as we stared into each other's eyes. When my orgasm waned and disappeared, only then did I look over Gabriel's shoulder. "Hello, Michael."
"How come he gets sex?" He launched himself onto the bed beside us and pressed a kiss to my temple.
I smiled at my lover. “Who said he’s the only one who gets sex?”
Michael shed his clothes like they were on fire.
And I laughed, relaxing back into the pillows. Yes, soon I would lose my memories and my men. But for tonight, tonight I had them in all ways.
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