Her short nails rake over my ass. The slight burn shoots straight to my balls. “If you do not wish me to come down your throat, you will release me. Right now.”
Her lips curve into a smile—as much as they can while wrapped around my cock. Another thrust, this one deeper. She flattens her tongue, working to take more of me.
For a moment, I think I can hold on. But she hums as I hit the back of her throat, and I lose myself to my own pleasure.
TWENTY-TWO
Willow
Too much. It’s all…too much. Gabriel’s release hits the back of my throat, salty and rich, and I swallow him down. He slows his thrusts, his expression pure and utter bliss.
I had no idea I could feel so needy and so powerful at the same time. That I couldwantso desperately.
He pulls out of my mouth with a quietpopand seals his lips to mine. A low growl rumbles in his chest. This man is sex personified. Dominant. Completely in control. Confident in his every move. And I just…went down on him.
The combination of our tastes stokes my desire. There’s an emptiness inside me onlyhecan fill. I’ve never come more than once with a man, but with Gabriel…I’ve already lost count and I don’t think we’re done. Not by a long shot.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, trailing kisses back to my ear.
I shift my hips against him, subtly asking for more. “Not at all. You couldn’t even if you tried.”
He stiffens, tension in the set of his shoulders. “I could.” The sheets rustle under us, and I almost think he whispers, “I will.”
“Gabriel?”
Drawing back, he lets his gaze trail over my face. “You are so beautiful,deliciae. So perfect. You should be worshipped every day for the rest of your life.”
I don’t have the heart to tell him the rest of my life will be over soon. Instead, I skim my fingers along his jaw. He leans into the touch for a moment, eyes closed. Goosebumps race over his skin. He’s half hard again—or is that still?—and a fresh drop of arousal glistens on his crown.
“Will you…?” I don’t know how to ask for what I need. This isn’t me. I’ve always been happy with my vibrator and a fantasy or two—only on the rarest occasions.
Gabriel has ruined me for other men, and I’m here for it.
“I do not have protection. I never expected this—you.” Sorrow roughens his tone. “Angels…we can sire children.”
My cheeks catch fire. I lower my eyes, pinning my gaze to his lips. “I’m…safe. I can’t…ever…”
“Look at me, Willow.” His molten irises draw me in. An eternity of love, desire, and pain fill their depths. “Are you certain?”
“Yes. Completely.” For the first time in my memory, I don’t hate my broken body. Gabriel makes me feel…whole.
Slowly—gently at first—he rolls his hips against mine. The underside of his shaft slides over my folds. I let my legs fall open.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “You will undo me.”
“Oh? I’d like to see that. I didn’t get a great view last time. Y’know, with your cock down my throat?”
He laughs, the sound filling the room and bringing a lightness to him I’ve never seen before. “Then it is a good thing angels have nearly endless stamina.”
“You…oh, God…endless?” My eyes threaten to roll back in my head as he swivels his hips against me. “Remember…I’m…human.”
“I know, my love.” Surging forward, he claims my mouth in a kiss so hard and fast, I can barely breathe.
The head of his cock nudges at my folds.
“More,” I demand.
He pushes in deeper. “You are so very tight. Like you were made for me. Only for me.” Two fingers pinch one of my nipples. Pleasure shoots straight to my clit.
