“Not a partner, Gabriel. A mate.”
I am halfway gone, but her words in my head are so shocking—and everything I could never have hoped for.
“Willow?”
Her lips curve into a gentle smile as she sucks my cock. She runs her tongue along the thick vein, hums, and with the lightest touch, skims her teeth over the sensitive skin.
“You are perfect,deliciae. Made for me, and I for you.” I close my eyes, letting her set the pace for both of us. Her free hand wraps around my hip, fingers digging into the firm flesh of my ass.
“Harder,”she demands without words.
My eyes fly open. “How…fuck. How are you doing this?”
“Don’t know. But you’re not listening.”
“Well, I will remedy that with all due haste,” I tease, thrusting my hips hard enough to make her gag, then pulling back with all my angelic speed. Again and again, I plunder her mouth. I’m desperate for her. Desperate to give her my seed. Desperate for her to see me break. To watch her lose control and break right along with me.
My balls tighten. “I am too close, Willow. I want…Ineedto finish inside you. In a way…I have never shared with another soul.”
She pulls off my cock gently, pressing a kiss to my crown before she peers up at me.
“Do you trust me?” I ask for the second time this long night.
She nods. “With all that I am.”
Fastening my hands around her hips, I angle them and slide home in one long, slow stroke. Her thighs tremble.
“Hold onto me,deliciae.Eyes on me. Always,” I command.
Willow holds my gaze, obeying without question. She is mine, and I am hers. For the rest of our days.
Kneeling on the bed with her impaled on my cock, I release my wings. They unfold with a gentle rush of air, full and strong and powerful.
“Gabriel…” she breathes. “They’re so beautiful.”
“They are nothing compared to you, my heart. My light. My love.”
I beat them gently, lifting us off the bed and high into the air. At the last moment, I twist us around to avoid the chandelier. “When we get our own place to live,” I say with my lips pressed to her neck, “only lamps. No overhead lights at all.”
I cup Willow’s ass, thrusting my hips again and again. Her channel welcomes me home each time, little tremors and quakes for me to savor for the rest of our days.
“Can you take more, love?”
“Uh huh.” Her breath escapes in shallow pants, and the most beautiful flush blooms on her chest.
With one hand pressed between her shoulders, I urge her to let go. To let herself do nothing but feel. She arches her back as I spin us in a slow circle, my hips moving faster, harder with each thrust.
My release races closer. Dipping my head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and the sensation sends Willow over the edge with a scream.
Her channel clenches around me, tighter and tighter until I can no longer hold on. With a roar, I lose myself to my witch. My mate. My one true love for the rest of our days.
EPILOGUE
Two Weeks Later
Willow
I check my reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes are mostly gone, but the scar around my throat remains a permanent reminder of how close Gabriel and I came to losing everything.
